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If you think I rant and rave a little too much, you’re absolutely right. It’s not about me, it’s about them. Always! I have kept quiet for far too long thinking I was just a fussy character with a streak that wants to have everything just right. On occasion I have actually felt a slight suggestion, just a shade of a hint of an iota of guilt, at telling a fellow to do something correctly – like once at the Chinese restaurant at Centenary Park. I didn’t mean to eat there at all, I’d missed lunch and had sped to the bank, the clinic and then a meeting that ended rather abruptly at about the same time those pangs of hunger almost caused me to faint. Thinking to myself how inappropriate it is that I never get pangs of go-to-the-gym, I found myself at this restaurant, near Efendy’s. Efendy’s itself is owned by a good fellow, Melih. He’s been my pal for a number of years and a few weeks ago I sat down with him over a small problem he was having (you will see it up here later on).
Nyahuka News posted on March 20, 2010 - 1:00pm

The road grader has made its intermittent and unpredictable appearance, like some mythical beast, chugging and roaring down the dirt road, stirring up rocks and roots, mud and clay, making the way straight once again.  At least until the next rain.  Pot-holes and irregular mounds have been evened and crushed.  Market trucks have taken only moments to realize their good fortune and increase their speed from uncomfortably wild to dangerously reckless.  I can't imagine that we'll make it through the day without a trauma.The district math contest, with no warning or preparation, is occurring right now.  I got a call at about 8 am from the math teacher, Desmond, saying they were all waiting for Jack and Julia.  Who knew nothing about it, slurped down a bowl of yoghurt and granola and zipped down to school to spend their Saturday morning taking an exam.  Luke went to the regional level a few years ago, so I guess Desmond had hopes for Jack, who is very similar, but a relative year younger.

Parenting in Bundibugyo posted on March 20, 2010 - 12:08pm

At Friday hospital staff meetings, we alternate weeks between continuing medical education topics, and Bible studies.  One of the things I love about Africa . . it makes perfect sense to all concerned that the forum for scientific and technical information sharing, and for spiritual formation and growth, could be the same, because it is all about investing in staff as whole human beings.  I had just read the chapter in Proverbs about "train up a child" and so this week I summarized a pamphlet by an old-time teacher and writer, JC Ryle. called the Duties of Parents.  And it struck a chord.  We missionaries have noted the slide into semi-abusive rudeness amongst groups of kids on the road, or decried the increasing levels of thievery.  But I realized yesterday that the adults with whom we work are equally distressed.  Perhaps adults of EVERY generation look critically upon the young.  But the hospital staff at least believe that a seismic cultural shift has occurred.

The Ellen Diaries posted on March 20, 2010 - 10:47am
Ellen is the highly inefficient secretary-cum-personal assistant of a weak-minded self-employed friend of mine based in Kampala. My Friend has known of her inefficiency from the day she submitted her job application, giving one a hint of how weak his mind is. Concrete proof that my Friend’s brain has been adversely affected by the dust of Kampala is the fact that he has kept Ellen in employment for a year and a half now, in spite of incidents such as the below. His excuse, though, is that he only needs Ellen to run basic ‘one+plus+one=equals two” errands, and nothing more. “I can’t even issue her with more than one instruction at a time,” he says, “but that’s okay, because I have a system.” To illustrate his point, he recounted the story of the week – and yet a typical, everyday occurrence for him: Having sent Ellen out to run some errands, Friend went on his routine client visits, hoping to collect payments where possible and tout for new business.
The Danger in Cleverness and Advocacy posted on March 20, 2010 - 6:00am
It was Leo Tolstoy who saidI know that most men, including those at ease with problems of the greatest complexity, can seldom accept the simplest and most obvious truth if it be such as would oblige them to admit the falsity of conclusions which they have proudly taught to others, and which they have woven, thread by thread, into the fabrics of their life.But if the truths are simple and obvious, can you refuse to accept them? Well, the clever men actually often do accept them, but often by weaving a veritable scaffold to uphold the house they built on sand. More » Comments: 0
Exercise makes you brain smile posted on March 20, 2010 - 1:27am
Exercise is important to our body for a number of reasons. It helps prevent diseases such as heart disease, cancer, high blood pressure and diabetes. It strengthens our muscles, bones and ligaments. It improves our stamina by training your body to be more efficient and use less energy to perform strenuous activity. It enhances flexibility, reducing your chance of injury and increasing balance and co-ordination. It also helps your body control weight as it burn calories. On top of all that exercising makes you happier - when you work out your body produces endorphins, a chemical response that makes your brain smile! Change your life with Corporal Ellie May. (more…)
IMF proposes a new policy to help Uganda make the most of the anticipated oil revenue. The biggest challenge is corruption, against which the IMF's record is poor in the region. 
Just wait to see my pyjamas, baby! posted on March 19, 2010 - 10:57pm
Encouraging news: the remains of the four kings buried in Kasubi Tombs remain intact. Moreover, UNESCO offers help in the reconstruction of the burned tombs. Have you heard about free advertising on Google maps? East African businesses, get on board and promote your products and services at the international level! President Kagame tells Africans to unite to have a better say, hold themselves to higher standards, own their future and be proud of themselves. Well, when that vision includes a little more freedom of expression, Studio Edirisa signs up immediately… A certain polygamist South African leader seems to remain the king of controversies after receiving blue pyjamas and bedsheets from Italy. The giver? Silvio Berlusconi, someone who is also embroiled in sexual scandals. Mmm…. Solomon Akugizibwe, Miha Logar
Adventures in wedding planning posted on March 19, 2010 - 10:43pm
My sister is getting married later this year (woop! woop!) So her family is the wedding-planning committee, and I’m looking for the caterer, the videographer and uh…something else, oh right, the FLOWERS! I love flowers! Anyway, I’m already having fun and it has only been like a month and we haven’t planned much, but tomorrow we are [...]
The Perfect Guy posted on March 19, 2010 - 10:33pm
I don’t have a list. Not anymore. Just a guy that’s taller than me, older than me, in love with God and in love with me. That’s it. There’s my sentence (see, it’s not even a list) That’s my perfect guy. The rest are just details.
After calm restored to the city, two days after the burning of Kasubi tombs, the questions have moved to the conduct of armed forces which led to the killing of three unarmed civilians. Human rights defenders are calling on government to stop the use of plain clothed operatives in riot times. non-uniformed security operatives in action at Kasubi. A Daily Monitor photo Most of these operatives were seen weilding pistols pointing at crowds at Kasubi. The use of plain clothed operatives to do government’s dirty job against it’s opponents in the past is well documented. During Kampala riots last September, Radio One presenter and moderator Karundi Serumaga was arrested by these operatives, tortured and was later dumped at a hospital. Most political opponents and commentators face threats from such operatives.

Dear Ugandans at heart,
‘‘Major Kulaigye-Probably the most stupid of Army Spokesmen in Uganda, at all times he is defending stuff he has very little knowledge about. Since those times of Kololo high school to this day, the silly chap has never changed his mentality of backwardness and where the dictator got [...]

Purity posted on March 19, 2010 - 5:43pm

these below were said, and writen by my two little cousins.
________________
“Life’s not just a game
Life is an acton game”
-Jason Nk. (7)
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A bag has a cat
A cat has a man
A man has a gan.
– by Zoe Nk. (4)
Jason turned 7 only a few days ago: he loves football, spiderman and Micheal Jackson.
Zoe is growing 5 in the coming few: She loves to read and write.
This is to wish them a fun filled PARTY
on the 30th of this month (zoe’s birthday)

feast of love posted on March 19, 2010 - 5:35pm

one bored sato evening i scrolled through my movie selection and landed on this one 'feast of love,' clicked play.... and the opening narration got me hooked 'there is a story about the greek gods. They were bored, so they invented human beings, but they were still bored, so they invented love. Then they weren't bored any longer, so they decided to try love for themselves. And finally they invented laughter, so they could stand it.

The Red Hare posted on March 19, 2010 - 5:20pm

verse 2. (samuel beckett, Cascando)
saying again
if you do not teach me I shall not learn
saying again there is a last
even of last times
last times of begging
last times of loving
of knowing not knowing pretending
a last even of last times of saying
if you do not love me I shall not be loved
if I do not love you I shall not love
the churn of stale words in the heart again
love love love thud of the old plunger
pestling the unalterable
whey of words
terrified again
of not loving
of loving and not you
of being loved and not by you
of knowing not knowing pretending
pretending
I and all the others that will love you
if they love you
x.
working memory

The No. 6 Train posted on March 19, 2010 - 1:40pm

The little blond haired girl stood at the edge of the train platform bending her tippy toes in the pink slippers over the yellow “do-not-stand-here” line. She wore her hair in pigtails and her green and yellow Tinkerbell backpack dangled from her left shoulder. She looked to be about ten or eleven years old. The woman standing a few paces away from her stared at her a while and wondered idly where her mother was, but shrugged eventually, leaned her head against one of the dark metal pillars and shook her iPod to get it to change the playlist. She bobbed her head appreciatively when Akon’s I Promise came on.
A few minutes later the rush-hour crowd flooded down the stairs to wait for the No. 6 train. There was noise and confusion, and the bodies of strangers pushed and shoved against each other as each struggled to find some air or a place to rest their weary feet. Somehow in the crush of humanity, Tinkerbell was knocked from the little girl’s shoulder onto the train tracks.

Code burning red posted on March 19, 2010 - 1:12pm

The LAN at work is down. Now, what are the possible causes? Sherlock Holmes at your service, let’s get to the bottom of this:
POSSIBLE CAUSE ONE:
Security guard, after that strong cup of coffee in the wee hours of the morning, felt an overwhelming urge to go do the wee wee. So walk. Walk. Can I wee wee here? No, dogs are watching. Walk. Walk. Skip. Can I wee wee here? No, big buxom lady is getting it from that dude over there. Walk. Walk. Lemme wee wee here. Wait! Big buxom lady was….oh God! And I didn’t stay to watch…oh God! Lemme wee wee here and get back and watch…Weeeeee weeeeee(for long)…ah drat! Some computer…oh sh!t. oh f*ing sh!t…I think I just wee weeed these guys’ server to the afterlife…Now they’ll walk in and one whiff of my urine will tell the investigators that I did it…oh drat! Gotta remove all evidence. Lemme pour some water to neutralize the urine smell in the PC…
POSSIBLE CAUSE TWO:
Lay-around employee notices boss isn’t looking. Boss is busying himself at his desk.

Nothing short of amazing posted on March 19, 2010 - 12:48pm
First off, before i forget, i would like to send a shout out to God…yap! to God, for being ever true, ever loving and ever well, suprising (pleasantly ofcourse) He just has a way of turning things back to the right track just when you think you cant get anywhere….those of you that dont already know this, well….call on Him, Believe…then sit back and watch miracles unfold……just Glorious! can i get a Amen brethren?!! Ait, so last night, 2 of my girls and i were sitting, chilling, sipping on Novida (man, this malt drink is the ishhh-NO KIDDING) discussing nothing in particular business, one of them, Leona…just like that, gives me her office keys (she is going out of town for the weekend) to go open her drawer and get that thing (name withheld on purpose), which is very crucial for YAKA™ ’s operations….JUST LIKE THAT.
New Things posted on March 19, 2010 - 11:46am
New post in weeks. New theme…its rocking, isnt it? New man…..cute as a button. Wonder how long I will keep him New song; listening to mama w’abana by Radio, Weasal and Tom Close. New resolution; avoid encounters with her unless its absolutely necessary. New drama; a friend of mine is openly cheating on his wife and she seems OK with it..still scratching my head. And i shouldn’t have posted at all…..boring post this is……well at least got to show off my new theme! Happy weekend y’all and Normzo, amma holla at your peeps tonight.
It Is Not What We Say, It Is How We Say It posted on March 19, 2010 - 11:33am
Have you ever been surprised by someone's response to a remark that you have made?Have you ever been hurt or offended by a comment uttered by a co-worker, friend, or family member?If so, was it the words of the offender or the tone of voice that stung you?The following poem reminds us that often the manner in which our words are delivered can entirely change our meaning.The Tone of the VoiceIt's not so much what you say,as the manner in which you say it;It's not so much the language you use,as the tone in which you convey it. "Come here", I sharply said, And the child cowered and wept. "Come here", I said, he looked and smiled,And straight to my lap he crept. Words may be mild and fair, But the tone may pierce like a dart; Words may be soft as the summer air, But the tone may break my heart; For words come from the mind Grow by study and art, But tone leaps from the inner self,Revealing the state of heart.
THE RECEIVERSHIP EXPLAINED posted on March 19, 2010 - 11:06am
We have all heard of a company going insolvent but most of us never really know why investors make such a hullaballoo about them. Well I can assure you that they are not chicken littles yelling “the sky is falling” because a receivership is quite a serious issue for the owners and shareholders and this [...]
Anyone reading this posted on March 19, 2010 - 10:59am
Anyone reading this blog has probably already pinned me as a drama queen, stuck on the smallness of her own troubles as if there is nothing more to life. In keeping with that spirit:I've had an extremely emotionally charged week.I usually pride myself (with no grounds, really) on 'having it together' for the most part. On Sunday, I had one of those conversations which got to me, and by the end of that night, I had properly lost the plot. Let's just say that that conversation hit some very old, but very raw nerves. I was in a state and I realised (and it is incredibly hard to admit this) that I need to get, um, professional help. Can I just add an LOL here, to make this sound less serious?By the time Monday swung around and given the events of Friday, from which I was still not recovered, there was no way I was going to work. I was both physically and emotionally drained.
The delight of my new table posted on March 19, 2010 - 8:48am

Yesterday was a day of home improvements and the start of Ella's 17+ years of formal education (kind of.)Wednesday night I was sitting out on our porch at about 9:30pm during a thunder storm, enjoying the fresh air rolling in, my nervous dogs (Bridger HATES thunder!), the smell of freshly mowed grass (smelled just like hay!), watching two frogs hopping through the yard and the neighbor passing back and forth in his pajamas, making phone calls. The thought occurred to me, "We need a table and chairs out here so that I could be sipping coffee." This thought escalated into visions of my when my Mom comes this summer and the two of us sitting out on the porch sipping coffee and playing Cribbage and RummyKub together, in the beautiful, fresh air. Now, our house is fairly small and the weather here in fairly perfect pretty much 100% of the time so it makes sense to spend a lot of time outside on your porch, which we do.

Katikkiro’s Statement On The Burning Of Kasubi Tombs posted on March 19, 2010 - 4:46am
Below is the the Luganda statement that the Katikkiro of Buganda, Eng. JB Walusimbi, issued on the burning of Buganda’s sacred Kasubi Tombs. The main highlights of the statement are as follows; Katikkiro sends condolences to Ssaabasajja Kabaka Ronald Muwenda Mutebi II, ba Nnaalinnya, Abalangira n’Abambejja, and the whole of Buganda. The Ekibira section, the the remains of the former kings (Ssekabaka) are located suffered serious but limited damage. The Buganda kingdom will officially mourn for the loss of Kasubi for one week, starting on March 22, 2010. A committee of Buganda officials has already been formed to start investigating what materials and budget would be required to rebuild 130 year old highly unique structure. A special session of the Buganda Great Lukiiko has been called to discuss the grave situation on March 22, 2010. The full text in Luganda is shown below; March, 17, 2009 EKIWANDIIKO KYA KATIKKIRO KU KW’OKEBWA KWA MASIRO GE KASUBI Owek.
Journalists and photographers did not escape the wrath of protesters at Kasubi Tombs.
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