Weekend fun

A good movie…..

A nice book….

A cold beer…

An excursion to the beach…

An uplifting church service….

Whatever you this weekend, HAVE FUN!

Confession

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…………….

Let the cows come home

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.

Thanks guys, you rock…..

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!

Kuranch

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!

Of leaving home….

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…

Finally here

I am so hungry right now.  Focus, Sibo, focus! You are supposed to be telling you about your travels.

One of the bus companies in Uganda operates the Kampala – Kigali – Bujumbura route. It departs at 22h00 daily. At this time, most of the people are still awake, until when the bus hits Masaka at about 00h00 and sleep starts to overpower. Unfortunately, that is also the end of the good road. For the next 4 hours,  the road is in bits and pieces. So many potholes and yet so many humps. You are completely shaken. So you sleep in instalments waiting……just waiting for the next hump when your head hits the ceiling!

Arrival at the Katuna border is between 05h00 and 06h00 and the border opens at 06h00. We arrived at 05h30 and the border did not open until 06h45. Mbu it is a weekend!

The Rwanda side (Gatuna) is slower than the Ugandan side! Kudos my Ugandan people! We rock! These guys take their time. The official will look at your passport, check your face, a glance at the passport and then calls you just to confirm that it is really you!

To enforce the ban on kaveera, the Banyarwanda check every passenger’s luggage for kaveera. That is waht I noticed. If they find one, they empty the contents in your bag and take away the kaveera.

The road from Gatuna to Kigali is quite smooth compared to the rough ride in Uganda. The only problem is that it is in never-ending curves.

Arriving in Kigali on a Saturday morning at 08h00 is good and bad. Good because you have a full day to rest. Bad because this is slumber city every thing comes alive in the faternoon and by 20h00 it is asleep again! We Kampalans like to partry!!!!

This post will now take a break for breaking the night fast!

Welcome back, dear readers!

So I spent a weekend in Kigali. Monday was Eid so a public holiday. If you do not have a car, the best way to move around the city is by bodaboda.

No helmet No ride! Police is very strict on this. Thatman who lives on The Edge can tell you all about it. He has been there.

I returned home with the bus at 13h00 after a very sumptuous lunch!

While in Rwanda, visit the Genocide Memorial Centre in Gisozi. You will learn alot about how the 1994 Rwanda Genocide was planned, executed and aftermath.

Visit the National Museum in Butare. This is the best ethnographic museum in Africa (Not my words). See the history, witness perfomance of the Intore. Visit the university town!

Have a great weekend.

PS: My sincere apologies for missing at BHH.

Soon…..very soon!

This is a along overdue post.

This is a strory of late night travels on Uganda’s potholed highways.

A story of agony on the road.

A story yet to be told.

I wish you all a fruitful weekend!

What a week!

Calm has returned to our city. The number of victims of the 3-day madness keeps rising. Will sanity ever return here? Let us pray for our motherland.

Last weekend was the most quiet ever. No loud music. No parties. No unncessary movements. It was so quiet and very tense. You could feel it in the air.

This week has progressed quite well. I am actually happy to say that it has been a busy one for me. I had the Stamp Exhibition at the Sheraton – Rwenzori Ballroom, the PRO-AUDIO exhibito at Lugogo Show grounds – Main Exhibition Hall, The NABOTU Book week at Independence Park. This evening I lookf forward to the Public reading at the National Theatre.

In other news, we need to pray for Edwin Lubega. He walked into my office on Tuesday. He has cancer. The cancer has eaten away his vocal chords. And now at his tender age of about 10 years, he has a croaking voice. Speaking is such a burden to him that he doubles over in pain once he says anything. It is sad that our sick children have to walk the streets looking for hospital bills instead of lying in hospital beds receiving free treatment. With our resources, we can pull it off, if only some people were not too greedy.

One of those temporary churches has pitched camp in my neighbourhood and they are hosting overnight prayers. It has been 2 days now and I have not slept properly.

Pour mes amis francophones, comme toi Nevender je sais que tu parles bien le français. On continue à prier. C’est le seul chose qu’ on peut faire sans problème. Je te souhaite une très belle weekend pour toi et ta famille. Que Dieu te bénisse.

Let us call to God to come and reside in our country:

Come Lord Jesus!

Overheard…

I overheard this conversation between a potential customer (PC) and a sales lady (LD) on the streets of Kampala.

PC (Picks a pocket Bible and scrutinizes it, turning over and over and opening ages randomly. Finally….): Nyabo, bayibuli ya meka?

SL (Without looking at the PC): Mutwalo!

PC (Quite shocked): Eh?!? Nyabo naweeee! Sala ko!

SL: Munange, bayibuli za linnya!

Please excuse my poor luganda, I tried….I really tried….