Avis aux amateurs de bons vins et autres spiritueux : septembre est le mois des vendanges ! Que diriez-vous de récolter quelques grappes de raisin en charmante compagnie ?
Like strangers__that we were,A smile flashedFew phrases passedAnd different paths we took.We could have been friends__ strangers less.If we had let it:But I held backThat burning questionThat tore me apart When you turned to go…If for my safety__ I did not askOr for fear, I let it goThen I was wise:Probably once more we shall meetAnd more for safety than for fear-To lose one more soul- I shall ask that question…“What is your phone number?”
Pastor Al preached Sunday about the thief next to Jesus on the crosses there outside Jerusalem 2000 years ago. We've read that story a hundred times, more probably, but this time it really stuck with me. This man enters the Gospel story for only 6 hours or so. But in that short time, he goes from reviling Jesus, hateful, insulting, crowd- pressured, resentful, scornful . . . to a changed man who recognizes Jesus for who he is, expresses faith, and heads to Paradise. All of that change occurs while his hands and feet are immobilized and his body is physiologically failing. No clearer picture of how helpless we are to effect change. No clearer picture that God's power can work in the most unlikely of circumstances. Something very real but very hidden occurs between two near-corpses, something that changes this man's eternal destiny.We are not exactly nailed, but in some ways trapped in suburbia far
What if I had an office job? In a proper organisation; maybe an NGO, advertising firm or something close to that? Perhaps I would actually sleep the prescribed 8 hours a normal human being should take.This has been one crazy week; actually not just week, this current trend has taken 3 weeks. What trend? 3 -4 hrs of sleep per day.Whereas the money is coming in, I am not as excited as before. Appointment here, call there, design here. Aya! My writing is even skewed. I cannot produce a piece of poetry anymore.I need sleep.
(Aero Beach Entebbe sometime last year. Picture by Me) When I look at the orange skies while resting in the sand on a Sunday evening at the beach, I ask myself.“Why is the sky so beautiful?”
I don’t understand dentists. I’m not implying that they speak an entirely different language or whatever. I just don’t get what could possibly inspire someone to decide that they would absolutely love to pursue a career that involves looking into people’s mouths and poking around. It’s beyond me.
To a degree, you can sort of understand the motivation behind becoming a Gynaecologist (you know you can)…I mean you’ve got to get ‘some’ any which way you can, right? But to be a dentist… I don’t know.
I was at the dentist’s the other day and I was trying to figure it out.
I hoped to become a doctor when I was young, look at where I am now.
My parent's time here is drawing to an end and I am sad . But I am also really happy. We have had such a good time together and I am so blessed to have parents who will pay a ton of money, travel a long way and stay for such a long time! And they are such good grandparents. Wow. Such a blessing!
My final trip to Harper was bittersweet. Little has changed in the two years I’ve been visiting the remote outpost. I spent a lot of time thinking about what draws me to this strange place, and how to best put that pull into words, and to edit these photos into a narrative. I’m still working on both parts of that and don’t think I’ll have reached something akin to a final edit for a bit of time (and hopefully with opinions from photographers, friends, and readers – if you’re reading this and have any thoughts, please do share them). Until I’ve got a final product, here are drafts of both.
I haven’t written much because I have been on the road most of the last three weeks. A few weeks a go government of Uganda paid supplements to major newspapers publicising their achievements in the recovery plan for Northern Uganda. I took a trip to the north and east with Isis-WICCE an organisation am currently working with to finish my masters.
These peoples stories tell a different reality. The case is simple not much on the ground yet to cause celebrations and wastage of money to put news ads. That money invested in supplements could have well changed the situation of these people I spoke to and many many others.
But since it is election time here ‘you have to blow the trumpet’ even in situations that are dire. These people’s lives show not much has been done for communities that have faced over a decade of conflict especially those people whose bodies were the battle ground of the war – the women!
Dear Ugandans-at-Heart, As I sit and ponder about things that pop into my mind, uninvited or otherwise, I ask myself questions in search of reason. Recently, this IPC thing has been evading my already crowded mind and I have been scratching my head to find rationale for its existence. What is the purpose of the [...]
Coup d’envoi aujourd’hui de la 67e Mostra de Venise, en Italie. Jusqu’au 11 septembre, 85 films vont être présentés à un jury présidé cette année par Quentin Tarantino, le père du célèbre Pulp Fiction.
I thought that, since I am of the übermeschen, die neue aryan, and my skin does not burn under the bright assaults of the sun, that I would never get anything like sunburn, as do those other people. But windburn apparently is another issue, related but different, and from this I did suffer. Now the skin is peeling off my face. (
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Apparently, its name in English is “soursop”. In Luganda, it is called “kitafeeri” (some spell it “kitaferi”, but I think the first spelling is correct). Knowing only the Luganda name, I could not read about it on Wikipedia. I used Google to get from A to B, and there it is.
I got one yesterday. I had not eaten this stuff in like more than fifteen years. I used to eat them as a kid. It was nice.
The Wikipedia article says it is a close relative of the pawpaw. I say hogwash. That taxonomical table needs fixing. If you have looked at the two, there is only as much similarity as there is between phones and pens. If they had said jackfruit, perhaps. But pawpaw? Buzz off.
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The 1995 documentary, The Last Feast of the Crocodiles about the drying of the Luvuvu River in South Africa’s Kruger National Park is probably the saddest picture on animals. Probably.
I countered it, after watching it, by watching Mrs Henderson Presents, which was a feebly-potent antidote. Feebly-potent.
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Three women die together in an accident and go to heaven.
When they get there, St Peter says, "We only have one rule here in heaven: don't step on the ducks!"
I need to be more consistent with these blogs…. who is with me
The little one (sad to say but only 1) has grown and is now almost 22 weeks, that would be 5 and a half months… The next 17 weeks i declare will be the best in my life
I love my growing tummy, still small but this past week, it grew bigger that even the Rhema ladies noticed… I was gettin some fummy pain but i hear these are growing pains so he/she is growing a little more
Few animals scream "Africa" the way giraffes do. There are nine subspecies of giraffe in Africa, two of which are now listed as endangered by the IUCN. Nearly half of the remaining wild members of this endangered species call Murchison Falls National Park their home.
“Esther Yandakwa, age 9, Francine Nyanda, age 14, and Gladys Lutadila, age 14, Clarisse Bongalo, age 14, have their nails done on April 2006 in Matonge district in central Kinshasa, Congo, DRC. They are homeless and work as prostitutes together. They live outside, next to a polluted river. They have all run away from their parents. They have been living in a homeless shelter for children, but don’t like the rules there. They smoke cigarettes, marijuana, drink whiskey and sometimes take Valium. They charge their clients as little as one dollar. About 15,000 children are estimated to live on the streets of Kinshasa.
I did not realise the importance of the kikumi
That I often toss with a resounding clang
Each time I pass the half naked deprived
Bathing in the a-flaring heat and eye tearing wind
On the dusty roads and pavements of our city
Until the day
I did not have it myself.
That limbless shadow of Eve with downcast gaze
Extended her metallic dish to me, laddered
By the eaten away stumps of arms:
She was expecting another let-fly-the-kikumi; unlucky day for us, I thought
I awarded her a runaway expression
I could not clank the kikumi into her expectant metallic dish.
I too was looking for kikumi.
I NEEDED THE KIKUMI.
Where will I find the kikumi?
Emmanuel Monychol
(kikumi = USh 100)
. But I am also really happy. We have had such a good time together and I am so blessed to have parents who will pay a ton of money, travel a long way and stay for such a long time! And they are such good grandparents. Wow. Such a blessing!
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