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April 30, 2009
16:42
I AM LEAVING
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Am Leaving you guys it's been nice knowing ya! no not you, I mean these Blogspot owners I'm still in Blogsville just change my diggs you can now find me on Carsozy's Box Read Full Post
April 28, 2009
14:56
Angela and Demons
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Dan Brown plunges headlong into the age old conflict between Religion and science in his breathtaking novel Angels and Demons. This novel revolves around the ancient lore and history of a secret brotherhood that was hunted and persecuted by the Catholic Church for centuries, The Illuminati.

In the 1600s the teachings of enlightened scientists and artists were regarded as a threat to the existence of the church which preferred to govern its followers through fear and strict adherence to dogma, the scientists were hounded for their radical theories and free rein of thought, for instance when Galileo proclaimed to the world that the planets were in rotation around the sun he was placed under house arrest.

Looking for a way to meet and share their ideas and discoveries the scientists formed the Illuminati sect and met secretly at a lair whose location remained known only to a select few, here they hatch plans to achieve their quest: the destruction of the church.
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April 24, 2009
11:18
The Nairobi Report: Final Episode
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If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared. -Niccolo Machiavelli-

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The characters in this story are purely fictional they bear no relation or connection to persons living or deceased.

He stood up with the rest of the VIPs and shifted uncomfortably on his feet, he watched intently as the VP led the president to one of the armchairs. The president stood before the chair and faced the crowd while the VP and army chief took their positions on either side of him.

Everyone remained at attention while a police band played the national anthem.

Inside the G-series Capt. Rusoze keying away furiously on his laptop completed a second infra red sweep of the pavilion aided by an FLIR (Forward looking Infra Red) lense built into the roof of the Benz, the lense could detect anything from concealed weapons to bomb materials. Read Full Post
April 21, 2009
12:03
Honestly
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Jny23ug and then Apr9 offered me an Honest Scrap award and I am indeed overjoyed and chamukated.
This is the first award I have received ever since I started blogging and I would like to tell you guys that I appreciate this gesture very much.
The only problem that comes with the Honest Scrap award is well the honesty, 10 things? damn. I am so screwed.
But once I start I guess the rest wil fall in place.
These aren’t weaknesses, no, I just happen to have both X and Y chromosomes, hell it ain’t my fault.
1. I love food more than humans, my mouth waters every time the scent of Pilawo and chicken fills my nostrils.
April 16, 2009
15:21
The Nairobi Report: Episode 2
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As Caesar lov'd me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him, but, as he was ambitious, I slew him."

-Brutus-

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Col. Rwakitata watched as Lieutenant Mugabe led the rather anxious VIP to his seat, he consulted the sector by sector security detail that he had committed to memory which if it served him correctly said Lieutenant Mugabe was head of sector D situated outside the field. He stepped down from the hood of the G-series and proceeded to the ‘radio shack’, this was actually a mobile com van that contained some of the most sophisticated communications control apparatus from assigning satellite protocols to electronic frequency monitors.

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April 13, 2009
13:42
The Nairobi Report: Episode 1
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Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely
-Lord Acton-

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The characters in this story are purely fictional they bear no relation or connection to persons living or deceased.

1:00pm
His sweaty palm gripped the briefcase handle tightly, he scanned the crowd looking for his contact, he did it any way even though he didn’t know who that would be. All he had been told was that he would be reached. His navy blue suit was a tight fit and it made him feel naked and exposed, he was almost certain everyone present could hear his heart thumping loudly inside his chest, his breath came in quick short bursts and his brow glistened with sweat, beads of perspiration continued to pour down his face despite his constant attempts to Read Full Post
March 30, 2009
14:22
Howdy Folks
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On the count of abandoning my home town of Blogville for the last couple of weeks I plead guilty as charged.

I have only one word to explain my disappearance and that's WORK.

Question: Why wasn't I born a rich heir who didn't have to work for food? or better still why doesn't somebody put me in charge of a donor funded government programme on development, I'd get fat off the dollars while I let the poor villagers for whom the money is intended to drop further down the food chain.

As I write I am nursing a humongous hangover the effects of last nights happening are still being felt and apart from the ringing in my ears I have failed to get rid of the bitter taste in my mouth.

Every time I am in this state I just can't help but be reminded of Petesmama she always ridiculed guys who brag about their binges the following day, as in when with colleagues a dude could go something like "Man we caught from high table swallows were flowing like water, Read Full Post
March 13, 2009
18:29
Save our sugar and spice
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By the time of writing this her vitals were not good the doctors said she had suffered acute respiratory arrest. that's what Mr. Blogcks does when he comes to visit, he darins all life out of you.

So please lets all help her. My favorite and the most prolific blogger hasn't given us anything for millenia.

Let's help her find it. Lucy take the kitchen, Emi search the lounge, I'll sweep the bedroom ofcourse, Muda come and help me with the closet drawers I might see what am............

Erique search the garage and maybe wash her Jeep while your at it.

Signed
Chairman

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March 11, 2009
14:37
Oluzungu
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Oluzungu si lwaffe was my colleagues blithe reply as he waved away any attempts I made to try and correct his mistake in grammar. There are several mistakes that have over the years become so common and widely committed that almost everybody I come into contact with who blatantly murders the English language doesn’t realize the hurt they cause my ears.

I am going to try and list a few of these mistakes most of which I have been hearing since Primo, that’s slang for primary Emi in case you’ve some how forgotten, you Matale old boy. Speaking of slang there are quite a few Kampalan slang words that I find quite interesting and others that just bore me to death for their senselessness, I will in the course of this post try and outline those that shouldn’t have been forged in the first place.

Borrow me 10,000/- :- now this one just makes me want to take a sledgehammer and smash someone to pulp, meanings of simple words like lend and borrow should be easy to gra Read Full Post
March 03, 2009
12:09
BEAUTIFUL WOMEN...........sexiest six
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Emi started it and Nev followed suit so I will be damned if I just sit by idly while these two honorable gents ogle, wink and whistle at their dream girls while everyone watches.

I too have come up with my own list of irresistible, totally desirable beautiful women that can have any man including yours truly drooling with unrestrained excitement.

Unlike Nev of the Bloom fame my list is in order starting with the one I would kill to sleep with, till the one I would… well also kill to sleep with.

Presenting my most desirable women list.

The cheeks give her that cute girl next door looks but her eyes betray an experienced and skilled lover who can satisfy your every desire.

NO. 1 – Gabrielle Union

I will forever be a sucker for this kind of beautiful, melancholic fa Read Full Post
February 26, 2009
17:13
The good, the bad and the future
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The sensationalization of calamities and mishaps by the press has just got me cracking up like a toddler at its first circus.

Take a look at the Pepper's headline today 'owino in ashes on ash wednesday' and to add to that the Monitor just couldn't resist using the pun 'Harsh wednesday' newspapers and the television can't help but feed off other peoples problems, earthquakes, fires, murders and even genocide offer the papers an opportunity to sell more copies than they would ordinarily sell on a cold wet morning when it's business as usual with nothing going on but the occassional traffic jam.

But before you lean back your pompous ass and frown on the fourth estate just remember that it's not the editors that devour these stories with such frenzied excitement it's you. you are the reason the media makes such a meal of these disasters and prints macabre and grotesque images. they do this to feed your thirst for drama.

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February 18, 2009
18:37
The Devil's Bonfire: Chapter 8
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The season finale Karma

The girl rolled her eyes provocatively at Simon and beckoned him with one finger.

He looked back at the group he had just left, Russell seemed to be delivering the punch line to some joke because the girls suddenly burst into fits of laughter. He turned back to the girl who was now swaying her hips to the music and he walked over to her.

“Hi!” She said “I’m totally loving your skinhead.”

“I almost ran you over, then you took off” he said accusingly “you were running from them, the savages and Seargeant Kaggwa said they got you, what are you doing here? how did you…” Simon was still going until she stopped him.

“Ran me over?” she was now quizzical “Where?”

“Back in the forest” he labored to explain “this afternoon at around three you rushed onto the road I almost killed you”

“Me, in the forest?” look, you must think I’m somebody else.

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February 10, 2009
19:25
The Devil's Bonfire: Chapter 7
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Reunion
Simon stood in the shower and soaped his entire body from head to toe, using a sponge he spread the lather all over his body and as the sweet smelling foam multiplied he heaved a sigh of relief.

The sun had set on Kyalika by the time he had returned from the search in the forest with his grand father and the police, he had quickly retrieved his hilux truck from the village square and followed his grand father to a large and expansive attractive bungalow built atop one of Kyalika’s numerous hills, the house was surrounded by more than 10 acres of a magnificent orchard with trees that flowered mangoes, avocado and jack fruit. This was Dr. Katende’s retirement home and Simon was shocked at the splendour and luxury his grand father waddled in.

The bungalow had been designed by a renowned South African architect, all the furniture was imported from Europe and opulent tiles that made up the walls and floors shimmered from every angle of the plush house. Read Full Post
February 03, 2009
21:01
Devil's Bonfire: Chapter 6
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Futile efforts

Simon jumped into his truck and proceeded to follow the old man into the village.

A few meters after the Billboard a dirt road branched off to the right, the Yamaha bike left the tarmac road and proceeded up the dirt road.

The road was lined on either side with crop fields of Maize and cassava, occasionally Simon noticed a sugarcane plantation. Every few hundred meters a homestead appeared, a circle of small huts surrounding one big hut was the standard homestead arrangement. Villagers were hard at work in the fields, bareback in the stifling heat. He watched as they raised their hoes in the air and brought them down tirelessly.

Ten minutes and a dusty drive later they arrived at the village square. Numerous stalls had been erected all around the square and as Simon drove in he was hit by a cacophony of voices as traders loudly advertised their wares and announced bargain prices to whoever cared to listen.

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January 29, 2009
8:13
The Devil's Bonfire: Chapter 5
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The meeting
Shortly afterwards he heard the hum of an oncoming motorbike, the rider rode up from the direction of Kyalika on a Yamaha motorcycle, Simon watched as the rider approached, stopped next to the Hilux and killed the engine. He was dressed in blue jeans a white shirt and black army boots.

The rider wore a jet black helmet and black riding gloves to match. He looked Simon over head to toe from behind the dark helmet, subsequently he dismounted and proceeded to remove his helmet.

The deep set eyes, bordered above by bushy white eyebrows were unmistakably his grandfathers. That pair of eyes had stared back at Simon countless times from family photographs. The slim lips that remained firmly shut beneath a sharp protruding nose gave the old man a hawkish appearance. So this was him, his grandfather the legendary Dr. Richard Katende who’d retired from public life years ago to spend his twilight years in remote Kyalika.

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January 26, 2009
9:34
The Devil's Bonfire: Chapter 4
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Kiss of death
In the years to come he would look back at this moment and wonder whether that fall saved his life.

As he hit the ground Simon heard a swoosh sound above his head, in the next split second a spear hit the tarmac in front of him and skidded across the road.

Simon stared right ahead at his hilux, he estimated thirty lay feet between him and the car, ‘I’ll never make it’ he thought resignedly.

“Son of a bitch” the leader growled.

Simon had been sure they were right onto him but the voice had come from far off, he stole a glance behind him and realized much to his relief that the savages hadn’t even moved at all, they had relied on the spear thrower who fortunately for him had missed.

The bunch had turned really angry and were brandishing their weapons in the air.

“Get him.” The leader’s order needed no repeating.

The rest of the bunch surged forward and in a second were raci Read Full Post
January 22, 2009
14:22
The Devil's Bonfire: Chapter 3
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Savage encounter
Simon stood rooted in the middle of the road not quite sure whether to go on after her or to step into his hilux and drive off, he was both confused and amazed at the way in which she had seemingly risen from the dead and melted away ‘she was injured for crissakes. He looked at the spot in the forest that had swallowed her and the very thought of going into the thicket after her made his blood run cold, he was terrified of snakes and he was sure there were plenty of them where she had gone.

“Don’t let her get away you bloody bastards, bring her back now”

The voice seemed to be coming from behind him, he turned quickly to face the direction from which the words had come, no one as far as he could see, but he was pretty sure there was someone else beyond the thick bushes.

“Hey!” he called out.

And then he heard them. It wasn’t just one voice. Voices, they were loud and moving closer.

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January 19, 2009
11:37
The Devil's Bonfire: Chapter 2
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Recalled to life

When he turned around what he saw confirmed his worst fears and caused the bile to come rushing into his mouth, he swallowed hard to get rid of the sour taste that had filled his mouth and leaned against the truck to support his legs that had suddenly turned wobbly.

Sprawled out on the tarmac about 50 feet away was a young girl. She lay on her back unmoving.

Simon took one step towards the lifeless form and stumbled when his weak legs almost buckled under him, he took a deep breath and walked shakily to where the girl lay.

“Hey you okay?” he called out to the motionless girl, ‘Stupid me’, he thought to himself ‘of course she’s not okay she’s freakin’ dead.’

Her face was covered in mud but even then Simon could tell that she was quite young, she couldn’t have been more than sixteen, her skirt had pulled up almost to her waist and even in his state of fright Simon couldn’t help but notice her smoot Read Full Post
January 15, 2009
14:36
The Devil's Bonfire
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Chapter 1
Errand boy

Simon had been driving for about an hour since his stop at the last trading center, according to the map he was about 4 kilometers away from Kyalika, he kept a constant look out for the Warid billboard which he was told lay just outside the village, his instructions were to park anywhere near the billboard, text his grand father and wait.

He was thirsty despite the two bottles of Rwenzori mineral water he had gulped in a space of 5 minutes, he cursed himself for having agreed to carry out this stupid errand, he had made plans to be with Brenda at Alleygators, now here he was in the blazing heat, 150 km out of Kampala with two pigs strapped to the back of his dad’s pick up truck.

The pigs belonged to his father and he had express instructions to deliver them to his grandfather unharmed, he had a good mind to set them free right there in the middle of nowhere but then the words came back to him - “Your granddad has a feast on Su Read Full Post
January 03, 2009
12:18
Yello! Are you hiring?
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It's good to know that our ambassadors in the Diaspora are not only representing the pearl in a noble and commendable manner they are also significantly contributing to the growth of our infant economy through investments that are as beneficial as they are colossal.

Skimming through the papers today one particular story caught my eye, it was an article on the contributions the 'Kyeyos' make to sectors such as housing , education and health, the remittances the Cheri's and Emi's of this world make amount to a staggering 1 billion dollars annually.

This money is distributed down the food chain to the rest of us labourers through wages for various jobs that range from porters on a construction site to janitors in clinics and of course there are other specialised services like consultancies that provide professional advice on investments and capital finance as well as real estate and property.

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December 28, 2008
9:10
Don't let monkeys ruin your party.
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I know I said I don't make new year resolutions but there are certain faults that I must mend if I am to have a prosperous new year as all the christmas cards I have received wish me to. Before I proceed I would live to make it abundantly clear that when I put my mind on doing something I more often that not see it out to its full conclusion(Ask the women). While we are on the subject I would also like to point out if I may that the fulfillment of any goal is based on the firm belief of a positive outcome, any doubts or misgivings will most certainly put paid to your ambitions.

That said you need to have steadfast faith in your abilities to acheive your dream and you must never waver even in the face of great adversity, it's called perseverance and it can be demonstrated by this little fact I learnt from a Chinese bamboo grower.

You take a little seed, plant it, water it, and fertilize it for a whole year, and nothing happens.The second year you water and fertiliz Read Full Post
December 20, 2008
17:02
Don't mean to dampen your spirit.
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I just can't get the song out of my head its such a catchy tune as the kind only Akon can churn out, i keep singing it unconsciously even when in the ............the video is well directed and gets u reminiscing about a lost love who used to mean so much but is lost forever. the theme of the video is money cant get u everything, when u have all the money in the world the one thing that will remain elusive is that one true love u cherish the most.

Is it true that obscenely wealthy people have an empty hole in their hearts that can only be filled by a soulmate who is true and committed? that question is directed to Blogsville's tycoon, aint saying no names she knows who she is. If the divorce rate in Hollywood is anything to go by then one can surmise that the rich marry and date for publicity, status and more wealth and end up even more miserable than before.

Just in case i haven't wished u all a merry christmas just remember that i am a certified scroooge the X-m Read Full Post
December 18, 2008
18:23
Live your life paper chasers.
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There is an allure about the forbidden that the human mind finds doubly hard to resist. To the human psyche the prohibited and dangerous will always remain like a nagging question to which we desperately seek an answer. From the minute Eve couldn’t find the power to resist taking a bite the whole of humanity was forever afflicted with the same burning desire to venture into the illicit and unknown.

More rules are broken not so much for the profit as for the thrill of going against the establishment or the adventure of doing wrong

To handle a difficult child you sometimes need to tell the kid to do the opposite of what you actually want the child to do - Child psychology101, it’s called reverse psychology and it works like magic because we are rebels by nature, yes, rebels- if you doubt ask Lot’s wife Oh! Right pillars of salt cant speak.

So my dear Emi’s when your girl uses a different oil rig other Read Full Post
December 16, 2008
16:10
Uganda Yaffe!
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A woman takes on her husbands name when married. Her last name is relegated to the rubbish heap of youth the minute she says ‘I do’ but only in Uganda does she lose her first name as well the minute she pops a tot. The second she takes up office in the ministry of maternal affairs she might as well say goodbye to both her maiden names, where in the first instance she became mukyala Erique, when she gives birth to Erique’s brat she becomes mama junior. Even Erique the educated plutocrat will find it hard to remember that she was once the proud bearer of the lovely name Cheri………“Mama junior could u answer the door please”

Only in Uganda do you go through the frustration of having to sit in a boiling hot kamunye in the stifling afternoon heat as passengers slowly board the motorized death trap one by stupid one, all this time the taxi driver not the real driver though Read Full Post
December 04, 2008
13:39
ABC
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I just read a few posts from my favorite bloggers that got me thinkin about marriage again(yeah i know yawn yawn) but i just have to go there, petesmama warned 'AIDS kills dont be silly put a rubber on your willy' and Erique was goin' on about all the shit he ought to do before taking the plunge.

Monday was world AIDS day- 1st DEC is the day the world reflects on this killer virus that has threatened to obliterate entire villages, orphaned as well as killed millions of children and contiunues its wanton destruction unabated. On this dayHeads of state promise to spare no resource in eradicating the deadly virus and various stakeholder endlessly preach behavioural and attitude based approaches to combating the disease, you obviously know them by he Read Full Post
November 29, 2008
11:32
Roll the dice!
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Why do I find it hard to stray from the topic of relationships? Could be because that’s what human beings are all about. Relationships are the foundation of humanity, from the moment we exit the womb we start wailing for attention and love, we start yearning for that unbreakable mother-child bond that eventually shapes our identity hence determining our destiny.

Which quickly brings me to another interesting subject; Our destiny. What exactly is destiny? In my own understanding it’s the word that holds the secret as to whether we will be rich or poor. The one fear that lies latently beneath the surface of our pleasant or sour personalities is how our fortunes will pan out. We all dread the complex puzzle of working towards prosperity and peace of mind, at least I do, even those that were born with silver spoons up their royal a***s hate the uncertainty that comes with every sunrise.

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November 26, 2008
19:26
Do you have her in red with long hair and round eyes...and Oh! yes the manual please.
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Getting into a relationship could be likened to finalizing a purchase at the mall. Some times you get stuck with what u obviously don’t need and sometimes u get a brilliant bargain.

The overzealous sales attendant may badger you into buying something at a price you obviously deem to be over the top, but there u are in an upscale establishment with all these classy people checking out at the counter and rather than risk looking like a pauper u give in to a sales pitch and pull out your wallet.

All love relationships have the person that really need the coupling to work and the other party who couldn’t care less if it failed. All relationships have the giver and the taker. The taker is clearly in the relationship for all the wrong reasons and doesn’t really have any emotions vested in it. They don’t care about their partners feelings and make a pretence at being concerned and loving in much the same way you look at the sandwich maker with a seemingly interes Read Full Post
November 24, 2008
17:11
We are experiencing technical diffi.....
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When the radio went silent last week for three days it was a welcome break from the daily tasks that accompany broadcasting. The techies said they were shifting the transmitter from Nsambya to some other place with a higher altitude called Bandwe.

We all expected the signal to die on Tuesday 18th at around lunchtime so everyone came in to work knowing they would make a pretence of going through their daily routine while keeping an ear out for constant static that would signify "radio off upgrade in progress"

It was a few minutes to 1:00pm and still the signal was loud and clear, so i lethargically gathered what little news i had (little because none of the reporters had not bothered to file any stories coz well u know the radio was about to die and ressurect on the third day) and headed to the studio when the static came.

It's off! is it, Is it off? someone asked while making an attempt to douse his voice with some concern and disappointment at the brea Read Full Post
November 21, 2008
11:54
What happens when you watch HULK
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Weird things happen only to weird people- this i definitely confirmed last night and why wasn't i shocked? well possibly because i knew i was bordering on weird and not to mention totally imbecillic when i let Shanita into my room last night.

Well there i was bored to death since the sixth season of One Tree Hill had left a sour taste in my mouth, well at least the first three episodes are nothing to write home about- okay so your saying its to early to tell but hey gimme a freakin break- Q dies or should i say they killed of his character, Lucas and Peyton decide to get married in Vegas- i was holding back the puke waiting to see them take their vows before Vegas Elvis but i guess sanity prevailed and they eventually hightailed it to LA. JUST remembered my patience is wearing very thin and still no 24.............

Back to the lecture at hand perfection is perfected so am meant to understand.............. that's a line from Snoop Dogg-- let me rumble before i get Read Full Post
November 18, 2008
12:48
M****Y
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Ever since i could tie my own shoe laces and button up my own shirt, i have not heard one good thing said about Mondays-- that first day of the week or is it the second, where nothing seems to go your way and you just cant seem to shake of the grogginess from a long weekend of fun and frolic.

In school mondays were as dreaded as an unexpected dormitory inspection, or maybe a surprise inspection was more welcome compared to a monday morning mathematics triple lesson of trig, matrices or logarithims --to draw a parallel Mondays come with all the things we loathe like unironed clothes, empty wallets and staff meetings.

So my understanding is our apathy towards this particular day of the week stems not from the fact that we cant get things to work out but instead we just hate having to try.

If we hate monday's then we hate our jobs, if we hate mondays then we despise having to go through the mundane monotonous tasks all over again.

Ronnie who w Read Full Post
November 15, 2008
7:16
Fatherhood
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In my early twenties the thought of being a father was as distant as the idea of wearing a bra.

I would look upon comrades who had unwittingly sired kids with disapproval, because to me life was just beginning the world lay ahead of us like a battlefield full of enemy troops just waiting to be vanquished.

Nobody needed excess baggage to hold them down, No way!

I distinctly remember eyeing every girl i went out with as a conniving scheming Jezebel just waiting to trap me into fatherhood, but no! moi was smart, i wasn't about to get no shorty.

Well the years have gone by but against all logic i am not any smarter, i am unmarried and childless but not for lack of wanting.

I find kids cute and adorable drool an' all and i wish i could have had one of my own.

Funny how things change where before i sieved out and shunned girls who looked like they were just waiting to go into gestation, now every girl i meet i first scan with Read Full Post
November 10, 2008
11:25
Payback
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................ I continued to roll over in bed well knowing no one would hear my incessant pleas for mercy that were quietly playing over and over again in my head.

As i lay there curled up in the fetal position i could hear my tormentor circling, the sound of his footsteps sending a sharp stinging pain through my guts as any moment now he would punish me again with one cruel lash of his whip.

I needed desperately to look at this devil who unleashed such grief and misery but every time i peered through my sweat blurred vision he would slither away and disappear as if evaporated.

At least he had left me one mercy -- water! I reached out my hand to where i knew the glass of water would be- on the table next to the bedside lamp. as my fingers coiled around the cold glass i liked my lips in anticipation of the cool welcome drops that would soon wet my parched throat albeit temporarily.

Even as i lifted the glass towards my lips i sensed somethi Read Full Post
November 08, 2008
8:46
We all knew Barack would make it, ...
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We all knew Barack would make it, well at least i knew he would, the signs were all there-what with crashing markets, a disastrous mis-managed war on terror and not to mention the most unpopular sitting head of state since Joseph and Mary sped off with baby Jesus in the general direction of Africa.

I was one of the cynics who never even believed he would make it past the primaries (was rootin' fer the chick Clinton, ya dig) but all prior lack of confidence and belief in a 'Kenyan' to rule the worlds' largest democracy dissipated the moment i closely compared him to his presumed opponent- the aging war veteran was never going to close the gap in the poll ratings-- compared to the Mac our inept, inexperienced Kenyan was as cool as a cucumber, he was the very definition of statesmanship.

I- used to my cynicsm convinced myself that the only reason i admired him was because he was a democrat and that what choice did i have but to tow the party line, even Clinton had s Read Full Post

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