Am I half a woman coz I can't cook? Should I prepare for gross theft of husband because someone else is going to fill his stomach with non- poisonous food? Writing about it, I begin to panic but otherwise, I know its not my fault that every one starts panicking when I enter the kitchen.
It's ridiculous: when ever I try to cook, my heart winds up in my mouth and I panic, sweat and pray. Of course, one out of ten times, I perform miracles and pips look at me askance, the other 9, however, every one starts to fidget as supper draws nearer, with the brave ones running to their rooms feigning sleep or intense headaches.
For that matter,I have decided that HE must be a chef or we are not going anywhere. Or at least he should know how to cook, or he should like to take me to fang fang like twice a week, what... Otherwise, we are so ****ed.
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The interview went well. Infact, it went so well, it lasted whole day. But, am not hired. Yeah, it)
The last time I had a job opportunity, it was a gig in Kasese. I was going to cover a one week conference. The pay promised to be good and everything was going well till I asked for permission to go. Okay, maybe not permission as such. Am at a stage where am slowly easing away from that. These days, I say it like it is: I tell them what they need to know when am halfway where I need to be. It works most times, not this time however. here's how it went down with my big sister;
me :Am going to Kasese for a week (walking away)
her: No you're not. (popping another nut in her mouth, eyes never leaving the tv)
me : Eh- eh, it's work and it's official.
her: How are you going to get there, where will you stay, do you know these people?
me: It's all sorted. I don't e
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Sometimes, I sit back and speculate on factors responsible for the way I turned out. I come up with lots of ideas. The one that appeals to me most is that my present day character is a mixture of all the things I)
Having settled on this explanation, through a lot of research and hard work , I came up with a list of the more recent lifetimes;
