Hello world, 2010 is here. It is the year of the World Cup in Africa.
I have been visited by the writers’ block. All I can say is that you realise all your dreams in this new year.
I ushered in the new year on the phone with the most beuatiful girl in the world. There was a band playing in a bar near my place and the guys were pretty high.
How did you usher in 2010?
The night was dark…….unusually dark. No moon and no stars tonight.
A faint and distant whistle reached my ears. It was time! We had prepared for weeks on end. Tonight was the night! It was now or never. Faintly, another whistle, I quietly crawled out of my bed, there was no need to wake them. They would ask questions and I was ready to answer any. I quickly pulled on my faded blue denim jeans. I grabbed my wind breaker from the wall. I put on my gloves and picked up my racksack and heaved it onto my back. This is it! (pun intended) I was going . I opened the dor and walked out of my room for the last time without even taking a final glance. As I reached the front door, I had a movement within the house, if they found out, my chances of making it to the whistler would be trashed. I slid out of the door quietly and locked it again.
I managed to sneak out of the house in a record 7 mins 27 seconds without switching on any light.
The chill and slight drizzle welcomed me into the pick balck night. I shoved my gloved hands into my pockets and I walked away from home. I reached the hilltop without incident and when I looked at the house that had been home to me for 19 years, I stifled back a tear. I missed home!
I summoned my courage and walked towards the blinking lights…..our signal. The truck had come. We were now fighters. As I neared the truck, I hear muffled voices and even recognized some. Jeff and Richard had come too. The big uniformed guy, he had told us to call him ‘Genera’, signalled us to board the truck. The journey had begun.
They said we were the young blood that would clean the country of its misdeeds. With nothing but hope, we followed them.
To be continued…..
I told you how ’she’ was calling and texting. Well things have gone to another level, every Friday evening, she calls and says she is going to the salon. Results are sent via email on Monday mornings.
Honestly, I am loving what I see! She has gone through alot just for me. One evening she called and promised to stay with me for as long as it takes.
There is this weekend that she made extra special by surprising me with a visit. I was busy minding my own business on a slow Saturday afternoon, when a call came through. The caller said I had a guest to pick at Kampala Coach offices on Jinja Rd. I hop on to the next boda and cruise down there. Lo and Behold! Who is here? None but herself……..the shock, the joy, the surprise all mixed engulfed me!
A quick tour of Kampala was quickly planned. Sunday evening saw her board the bus again for the return trip. As the bus pulled out of the parking, I walked away feeling lonely and sad.
I did not run…..my legs wanted to but my heart did not!
I have not posted anything in a long while. Even now, I do not have anything much to talk about. I will let the mind wander.
Over the weekend, my kid bro decided to throw a birthday party. I did not know that little children drink so much these days. A number of Black & White Mischief bottles were emptied and crazyness took over. I remember my first taste of alcohol 10 years ago. A glass of beer floored me and when I woke up I had a headache to remember. Just the memory alone made me leave the children to their drunken endeavours…
They say you can run but you can not hide. However coined that phrase should come to me for a bottle of Pepsicola. The girl I told you about in my previous post did come to Kla. I stood up and defended the male race…I did not chicken out! By the way, she is still thankfu that I was there all the while.
When Sam walked in to the office, the accountant asked him his marital status was. His reply was; “Searching & Confused!” Surprised and shocked, the accountant asked am to explain. Sam’s explanation was that his searching is not going on well. He has been confused by the large number of beautiful and available single girls in Kampala.
“What can a brother do?”
If your weekend starts today, I have 2 words for you: STAY SAFE!
A good movie…..
A nice book….
A cold beer…
An excursion to the beach…
An uplifting church service….
Whatever you this weekend, HAVE FUN!
It started with a chat message on skype. Then, it was followed by Yahoo! Messenger.
She sent her photo and then asked for mine.
She made “declaration d’amour” that is what she called it!
Then it was followed by text messages late in the night which have now become phonecalls.
The problem is she is so much in and I am yet to get there…..
She is a work colleague: different branch, country and department tough.
Is this right? I get the feeling she is moving too fast for me….
I am going into hiding…………….
When I reached home last evening, I picked up my scrap book and started scribbling. This is what my head sent to my hand:
Let the cows come home,
A home that was once full
Full of laughter and joy,
Joy now turned to grief.
Grief brought by this senseless war,
War brought about by this madness,
This madness has taken over this nation
A nation that was once united.
Let the cows come home!
I was going home last evening. Here, I am sitted in this taxi minding my own business until this beauty walks and sits next to me. Whoa! She says hi, and I melt….that voice, those eyes….damn!
Oooops, Sibo, please focus! Ok thank you. So we reach the Ministry of Health, well you know how taxis are trying to escape traffic jam on one street and falling right in the middle of one in the next. This lady on the seat behind the conductor starts complaining loudly. She says taximen are planless. Instead of using this route, we should have used Wandegeya where there are traffic lights, so she says. For a second I agree with her. Then things get nasty! She gets tribalistic. Saying that the westerners have ripped this country. They are the ones buying expensive cars while the rest are sleeping on empty stomachs and blah blah blah…..
The lady vented for a while even when we were out of the jam, she was not about done! Damn, this lady had steam.. I lost interest and struck a converstaion with the beauty till she alighted.
Alone, I got a moment to think about this lady’s anger. When did our country get to this level? I am so worried for my motherland.
Previously, on this blog.
Sibo was talking about the credit-kuranch and his culinary skills.
This post is not about me or my skills. It is about you the reader. I want to thank you for taking tim to read these ramblings. For the comment. I appreciate. Truly.
This for all the cool guys and girls of UGblogville, I know you must be ready to hang me on th nearest tree for not having shown up at any BHH so far. I want to tell you that it is never intentional. Commitments keep me locked up or away! I thank you for all your posts, I confess, I am not able to read all of them but I try. I thank you for the tweets.
Because of you, I have developed a new positive outlook life. You have lifted me up & changed. I can not thank you enough so I will hand you over to the Master, our Lord & King!
May the Lord bless you and your loved ones,
May He touch your lives and change them
May He bless the works of your hands
May He protect and guide you
May He watch over you as you work, sleep or play
May He bless you with His wisdom
And May He be Lord in your lives & homes.
May you have a great weekend!
This blog has been inactive for a very long time so this post is supposed to re-awaken it! Giving it a toutch of new life. Let it flow with energy and awesomeness.
I have been busy. Really busy. And when I say busy , do not take it lightly! For me, I get so busy that I even forget lunch and supper….that is how high my concentration gets. This should explain why this post will be brief….
(Re-adjusting my seat, tea-girl walks in) Rose, please get me my cup of coffee!
Let us not lose focus. It is important to be focussed in life. Especially now that there is credit-kuranch, school fees-kuranch, and even fuelo-kuranch. Money is indeed avoiding us!
I have come to terms with the fact that only women can multi-task. I tried that once and I ended up very confused.
Akalango: Do you have a house party, birthday party or a get-together? Do you need to indulge yourself? Then Sibo is here for you. Sibo is an experienced cook. He can make excellent American pancakes, donuts, and cook to meet your culinary expectations…..so pick up the phone today!
PS: Say a prayer for Nev. He is hospitalised at Nsaambya.
Have a fab weekend!
My dear readers,
It has been 20-something years of being fed and sheltered by my wonderful parents. They have done even much more than that. That will come to close soon. I am leaving home. I am spreading my wings and flying out of the nest.
I am leaving with nothing but the clothes on me! My ingenious mother decided that I leave with only the clothes that I own. Nothin more. Nothing more. My dad is still aloof!
this weekend is for getting some dimes together and buying a mattress and a few other necessities. I am very bleak and excited!
Ideas & Contributions are welcome!
Have a great weekend!
On my way....
PS: Thank you, parents, for the free food, shelter, etc…
