The company you keep determines your accomplishments

Thank you for blogging

The previous have been as random as ever. To say it was writer’s block would be an understatement. It was writer’s wall.

For a couple days now, there has been a very steady influx of blog posts. I was able to read some…. These stood out:

1. http://safyrez.blogspot.com/2014/10/use-map-please.html I couldn’t agree with you more….
2. http://beewol.wordpress.com/2014/10/13/the-single-case/ I am single and proud!
3. http://oleebranch.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/team-work-the-main-the-side-squeeze/ I hear you!
4. http://www.savvykenya.com/ I have love for you!
5. http://nabayetriciagloria.blogspot.com/2014/10/on-jobs-rejectedjobs-accepted-and.html No one told me this when I was leaving university.
6. http://kemmykagumaho.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/i-am-busy/ I hope you are not too busy for our date…
7. http://spartakussuganda.blogspot.com/2014/10/the-4-stages-of-mentorship-quick.html I read your posts with my spectacles perched up
8. http://carlotess.wordpress.com/2014/10/16/i-just-want-to-be-held/ Life lessons….
9. http://kakoma.ug/writing/2014/10/write-thing Keep on doing the write thing…
10. http://nevender.blogspot.com/ I bow to this gentleman….

I truly appreciate everyone who has been blogging. It shows that you were listening when the English teacher was in class. Let us make it a habit. We cannot be limited to 140 characters. If it is about Amama Mbabazi, tell it – with all the details and to juice it up you can even add a little more drama in the works. It is your blog. Your story. Your opinion. Whoever does not like it is free to paint pigs.

The university (MUK of course) students went on strike on Monday. The strike was not a surprise. The reason of the strike was not even news worthy. What everyone failed to understand (and that is what made it to the news) was how they (the students) could choose of all days a rainy Monday morning to stage a strike. Really?

In my university days, rainy mornings meant only one thing: sleep-in till about when the sun chose to show up. Nothing else mattered when it rained.  I think MUK students have a serious infestation of bedbugs. I do not see any other reason why a sane student would leave their bed on rainy morning to go and parade on the streets of Kampala.

On the next blog post:  Amama Mbabazi his long overdue leave plus a glimpse into bachelorhood.

  

Quote of the day:

“If you’re reading this…
Congratulations, you’re alive.
If that’s not something to smile about,
then I don’t know what is.” ― Chad Sugg, Monsters Under Your Head

Life as it is…

“We could be more than friends…..” Those were her last words as she walked out of my apartment. It has been 8 days and she has not picked my calls, replied any of my texts or emails. I am still asking myself what she meant. I do not know if I should be worried or happy.

You have all met Patience in my previous posts. Patience and I have been friends for 6 years and 5 months. You could say we are the best of friends… She reads my thoughts and I am most free when we are together. Like all friendships, we have had our moments. We quarreled, called each other names that no one can dare say in daylight. But we persevered through it all. We have not yet killed each other!

Recently, Patience’s sister wedded and in the past couple of months we have been invited to wedding meetings and weddings than I can remember.  Could that be the genesis of the statement?  Or maybe I am just dreaming?

I could have been friend zoned…

I hope to find out this weekend. Till then, I remain your truly the happiest bachelor in Kampala! Maybe new shoes, will be the answer to my dilemma.

Have a nice weekend!

Story of my life?

Clear signs of writer’s block…. this page has been open for the last 30 minutes and I am still staring at it wondering what to type. I have been thinking about this post for  a while now. Pity that I seem to have gone blank now.

“A story that must be told does not forgive silence.” Prof. Okey Ndibe

The quote above is one of the reasons I write. But really, why do I write? I write because I have a story to tell. My life story may not be the most glamorous however, it is amazing. I believe that as much as I have been touched and inspired somebody’s post, there is someone out there who has been touched by what I posted.

Through blogging, I have met some of the most wonderful people. I have made friends.

This blog is an extension of myself. It is who I am.

I could have gone on but then twitter came…. and we stopped blogging and started tweeting. To the guys, who still have active blogs, you are the reason I blog. To the people, who take time to read this gibberish, you are the reason I blog. To you, who mentions me among the Ugandan bloggers, this is for you!

Thank you!

PS: I hope to post something more sensible next time!

The weekend that was….

Pineapple garden at Chimps Nest

Chimpanzee cottage – front

Green country

Park Headquarters

The chimps

I run this!

my cousins

Wet Wild Weekend!

My job requires me to familiarize myself with the tourist attractions Uganda has to offer. Last weekend, I go to know what Kibale Forest National Park has to offer and i visited the lovely Primate Lodge.

Kibale Forest National Park:

Area: 795 sq. km.

Inhabitants: 13 primates, 1, 450 chimps (2 fully habituated communities of chimps) – One community is for research purposes and the other is for park visitors to track. 375 bird species and 21 snake species.

The forest is marvel to behold. I tracked chimps and I found them. After walking for about 1 hour, our guide, Robert made  a signature call to a colleague who had already found the chimps. On finding him (the colleague), the chimps were right there just playing. We had a great time watching them feed and groom.

The adventure was yet to come.

On our way back to the lodge, the guide got learn that forest elephants had been spotted on the trail we were using. We had to make a U-turn. Then, we got lost! And the sky opened on us, it could not get worse.

Here we are, a group of 8 colleagues lost in Kibale. It is getting dark, It is dark. We are wet, tired and lost! Robert, the guide managed to call his superior and ask for directions. We made it safely back to the lodge.