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