January 2009

Mine, she paint my skinsome nights get a'wearystill she paint it inblood drop in her tearheartache in her inkoh so tender strokecan't fight what she thinkmy skin give her hopethrough her paint she wailnever be fearfulmine, she trace her taleseduce my dear soulacross my open skinher journey astound mewhisper, "Hush now, sweet one,this be why you found me..."QMF,... the beach, you, me and an endless pot of ink... a man can dream, cant he?... "this be why you found me...."- R.

There comes a time in a girls life when she must outgrow those bad boys and settle down. She needs to find a man that will provide for her and her family, love her no end, and most importantly be willing to put a ring on her finger before all that. But sometimes the bad boys are still there. They never do go away and we keep them in some corner of our lives. You know, like the time you're happily planning your 5th anniversary with your hubby and two-year-old son and you meet that electric guitar player. He's just too irresistible! The way he croons to you and oh boy can he pluck that guitar. Or you bump into your bad boy ex that you dumped for your stable, secure boyfriend. Just one look at that devilish smile and all the memories come flooding back. Why can't we be content with the stable, secure and safe guys? Why do we women have that innate desire for adventure. For a motorcycle riding, leather jacket totting daredevil?Well, I'm back and loving it. See you all on blogger.

Today is the last day of our two-week rotation on the Pulmonology Ward, which marks our first glimpse as Yale-trained medical students into the world of health care provision in a tropical setting. The senior residents with whom we’ve worked – Charles and Michael – have been superb at making us feel a part of the team; several times our input (and that of our Oxford Handbook of Tropical Medicine) has influenced decision-making for a patient’s care. Yet, as part of the team, I’ve also empathized with the other side of care provision in Uganda: the stark limitations of poverty. The knowledge and skill of a physician trained at the best medical school in the world is rendered impotent in the face of a lack of medical resources and a patient’s inability to pay for treatment. There are times when it doesn’t seem too bad.

i know i have takenlike ages with out writing . A lot has happened like me graduating , something i though i would never be able to do bu trust God and his ways , he helped me do that thats why i just cant stop thanking him so much.Am sick with malaria right now but i think he is already making me better and there are days when i feel like dying cos of what is happening in the world, it just makes me sick that people are busy taking other's lives something they are not supposed to do cos no one ever created a person on this earth. Oh God open our eyes and give us wisdom to think before we do anything

Recently, a civilised man, one of the brainest men i know at my workplace,followed me to the loos and tried to kiss me by force (i dont know what else he intended to do -dont ask me). i dont know what to say or feel about the whole thing, except....from the office loos? couldnt the moron at least have followed me to a more pleasant place!?didnt he figure a more suitable ambiance would at least have helped his cause better?

The meetingShortly 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.

My encounter with Amos last December offered me an opportunity to take a critical look at how development projects affect communities.

Mood: Leaving mood[Toot!] Index: 0.0001Communism Bit: OffLocation: EntebbeI’m going away. I won’t be posting on this blog any more. Yes, clapping and ululating is allowed. Enjoy yourselves. Most of my victims don’t—didn’t—outlive me.The weblogs will have more air, more signal, less noise. And now, you will be able to discuss amongst yourselves without having to watch for that noisy thing that shows up at the party and urinates in your comment boxes, letting the spirits talk through him. Incoherence has lost, verbosity is vanquished.You should have picked up a signal from the first paragraph of the previous post. And I’ve come to the realisation that these status thingies, like Twitter, came after the weblog, but many bloggers keep a status thingy (be it at Facebook) and a blog. Of course, went my mind, enligtened, It’s because they serve a different purpose!

Yesterday marked 23 years of Museveni's rule as our President. One of the key issue in his address was Northern Uganda. There is relative peace and people are returning to their homes. We pray the trend continues.Below is an extract from the New Vision-government owned paper.WillyNEWS | January 26, 2009UPDF parades rescued abducteesGRACE MATSIKOKampalaWith Achayo, a three-month-old baby suckling from her breasts, Ms Jacqueline Apio, 21, is sandwiched between two UPDF soldiers and a young Sudanese girl. Ms Apio looks pensive and uncertain about what the future and the four parentless girls who are under her care. Like Anek, who is one-and-half-years-old and Akello, one-year-old, Achayo lost both her parents on Friday last week. Her parents were part of a group of Lord’s Resistance Army rebel fighters who were killed on Friday by the UPDF in an area between Duru and Suke, in northwestern Democratic Republic of Congo.

Seated in a club last night, watching people have a good time and a majority doing things they would regret the next morning, I couldn’t help but notice a couple…well to say couple would give the impression that that were some form a stable relationship, which would be the utmost fallacy, because for couples…the woman never tries soooo hard to keep his attention. The man happens to be a famous music producer and the girl…from the amount of effort she put into gyrating and sticking her tongue down his throat could have just been “some chic”. Don’t get me wrong, very few things, I gather, are a bigger turn on than a woman who knows what she wants and doesn’t mince words about it, the thing is, where do we draw the line between assertive self assured expression and a desperate & needy attention seeking. At one point she actually ground his head into her chest, I can only presume it was an attempt on her part to distract him from the sight…and scent of other females. And what did he do?

You Know Your Job is Crazy when...

wow ... i didn't realize it had been so long since my last update. the past couple weeks have been busy, busy. i'm now sitting in a much quieter house, save the crickets and bats outside. my texas housemates left a couple hours ago to head back to the lone star state. while i am more accustom to bachelorette living, i enjoyed having them here to live and work with my first few weeks in uganda. i'm glad i have my "quote book" to remember our time together. so, for the next few days, i have the place all to myself before the next batch of minis arrive. it's not much different than my home life in wilmington ... i eat most of my meals over the kitchen sink, i'm too tall for my bed, and i put the trash by the door until absolutely necessary to take it all the way out even though i pass by it's final destination all the time.last sunday, i went into town with joann neal, one of the ROS here. she is well-traveled and knows all about good food. woman after my very own heart.

When you go hometell them for us-that,today,we write our best.we write for lovewrite,in the name ofFreedom.Tell them-pleasethat,we write forpeace,justicewe write for them.Tell themthat-for their tomorrowwe write our souls outToday.For poeticallytinted,lulu,princess,the activist,poetry in a global box ,shishi, n angel

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We’ve been having an interesting debate over at Princess’s blog.
Old issues. Americans call them the ‘cultural war’ –the abortion debate. A misnomer- many, and diverse people are united, and divided by them. You may not believe it but GWB and Osama bin Laden are both pro-life, as is, for your consumption, Museveni and Besigye.

I would have laughed at the irony if I hadn’t been so afraid, terrified by the sudden possibility of our story ending. I was baking fish sticks when your sister called to tell me what happened. Summer Saturday nights were a treat after radiology rotation; there were lavender scented candles and lovey-dovey playlists, and old denim, and your shirts, and fruity drinks on your star studded patio. The long insanity of the work week seemed to fade away, the depressing feel of wrinkled scrubs, and loud pagers, and mundane paper work all almost forgotten. I had music and finger food, and invariably you; with your goofy house shoes and miserable plants and your guitar. Your apartment terribly masculine, many grays and blacks and steel, and yet on the mantel by the childhood picture you wouldn’t let me see for the longest time, a yellow and green water gun sat waiting. Waiting for you to return, and in one smooth move fill it and possibly piss me off when you wet my hair again.

I have been away for almost 2 months and I have nothing to show for it. I am still as rusty as I left.
And now I have to go away again. I have to correct some mistakes; and pay for some. I  will go in naked. For not a paucity of pride is left in me.
But that’s my biz.

Between 14:00HRS and 15:30HRS East African Time, our three servers were offline for critical security updates. Each server was off for approximately 30 minutes while the hardware nodes were rebooted after updating the servers.
Here is the notification we recieved from our server provider, which they sent out to all their clients:
From 11pm-8am CST(05:00-14:00GMT) tonight, we will be rebooting Virtuozzo hardware nodes. This is to perform a critical security update to the Virtuozzo software. Total downtime for each server is expected to be 10-30 minutes.
We do regret the short notice of this announcement. However, we feel the need to act quickly to insure the protection of your precious data. We appreciate your understanding, and apologize in advance for any inconvenience this may cause.
It’s taking a bit longer than expected, but this is what’s going on.

I had been putting off watching Louie Giglio's "How Great is our God" video. It was top priority on my holiday list.The first time around, my bible study group watched it and I had a write-up deadline to beat so I missed it. You know I usually do my write-ups at the last minute, I have no idea why!!!So, back to the DVD... my roomie almost replayed the talk to me but i wouldn't let her... I had to watch it on my own...Then one day as I had lunch, I decided to watch it. It was just a week to the holidays.Louie, indeed, is a motivational speaker! His talk opened my eyes to how great my God is.. I can't put it into words... It is an overwhelming feeling!Towards the end of the talk, he mentions Colossians 1; which happens to be one of my favourite scriptures of all time!! I started to weep!!! Let me recount the story of Colossians 1; my reason for weeping...Somewhere between my 3rd and 4th year of medical school, our class fellowship introduced bible study groups of about 5 or so people.

These remaining days have been a blur.. They were so interesting that I couldn't keep up with the diary. Anyway, we had the community site visits. I was in the group that visited Fundacion Cardio Infantil, a hospital that specialises in paediatric heart surgery but provides medical care to all patients.. This is an inspiration for my future health centre! We then headed to Usaquen, which is in old town bogota. Beautiful place with colored buildings and cobblestone streets.. with jewellery sellers lined up on the streets and housing the ultra trendy hacienda mall...Our group had some of the funkiest ladies.. Lina, Paula, Carolina etc... It was a funky group!!I attended a mini-workshop on CV writing and job search.. this was fun and interactive and we were helped to edit our pre-existing CVs. I joined the women and health taskforce and volunteered, with my schoolmates, to edit the section on cervical cancer.

Edit [Jan. 24, 2009 9:30am ]: At the time of this post, $1 equals 1,950 Uganda shillings. Amos’ math isn’t all that accurate in regards to calculating how much he earns per day.

i have felt like the season's changing for a while now but i was afraid to say it; afraid to jinx it.i am saying it now. the season has changed. shush. did you hear something? you didn't? neither did i. nothing. roof's not falling on my head, floor's not giving way under my feet and tv didn't blow. really good things have been happening to me lately. like really really cool stuff i can't quite