#ItWasAs

The ate in dateThe art in smart

The pray in spray

He puts the man in romance 

The one in money

The age in marriage

The ease in disease

The heal in health

The arm in harmony

He puts the If in wife

The rave in travel

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#puzzledlines

I was asked to bring a parent, she said.

but my mother had warned me about the henna I wore

am afraid of what she will say

‘is it why you were crying ?’,the other asked.

she stared away

like her thoughts had travelled far south

held her chin in her palm and nodded in agreement.

I wish i could be punished at school

she is a single mother and I haven’t helped

she spoke with guilt

her thoughts travelled far again

the pain in her eyes

 

 

 

4Dee

So allow me pitch this love to you

am not even sure in which language to love you today!

but I will love you still

through the seasons

through the years

through the months

through the days I will love you

more on some days and much more everyday

in spanish, in luvale, in Runyakitara, in Swahili

even if it’s the united nations, I will love you

in red, in pink, in white, in orange.

Allow me pitch this love to u

because you have stayed true to your word

time has never limited you

your promises you have kept

and today I am the happiest lady

I don’t care about others they dont know my story

but I pray i always make you better

I pray i always make you proud

I choose you, everyday

I love you and every other day i will.

thank you.

 

The Limit

At one time we had the youngest MP. At 19 years of age we were comfortable with Alengot making decisions on our behalf. We said she was young and fresh. (by the way, where is she?) Right now we are debating on the Age limit. Being 80, doesn’t render anyone incapable unless they are on their death-bed.

In 2005, the law makers removed term limit. They all agreed. Do you think its wise to debate the age limit without resolving the Age limit? That could mean when I clock 70, i can train my child so we head into a hereditary government. Are we fighting an individual or fighting for our country? Are we just selfish and blinded because we feel tired of the same leadership? Have we voted any one outside NRM (in Kampala, it has never won okay. )But the villages. How do you tell my grandmother Makerere isn’t the only university? Even if you repeated Cavendish 20 times, she will tell the neighbours you are in Makerere.

What am I trying to say, The legislative should first go back to the term limit then can debate the Age limit. And There’s a lot more to be discussed and amended that has been ignored. Henewe what do i know?

Tea or coffee?

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Kind both. Actually I love both. Instead of Soda and water, give me either of these. Flavored tea, local tea, tea is tea. My love for Coffee comes a lot with the smell of paper backs (books). On a rainy day hand me a book, a blanket and a cup of coffee. Take me to the coffee shop anytime. I wont order an espresso unless i had a heavy week. All the others i will.

Tea, somehow I never go to bed without a cup. I take it like its water and am quenching thirst. Its doesn’t matter the time of the day, hot or cold. Please note, i prefer Juice at breakfast because am not really a breakfast fan.

What do you think heaven looks like?

Well, this was the most interesting question of the week. I liked/loved the answers.

On Facebook, One person took me back to the bible. He said, “The kingdom of heaven is inside you…so heaven looks as clean, dirty, beautiful,ugly as ones mind.” This had never crossed my min but then i thought, some people’s heaven will be too dirty. He told me common people (not sure who is common) call that hell.

One of my girls says its white and gold like her wedding will be. (i keep puting these colours together to see the glamour)

I have never dreamt of what heaven looks like,like some people have. This isnt something i could say i ever imagined as a child. Even when i studied my bible the visual was  omitted. Even when i watch the movies about heaven i never have had a visual but recently i was reading something online. The writer said she had visited heaven more than once. Sometimes she dosed off in the taxi. Her story was alittle bit different from a couple of others i had read. She had seen the angels that envied her because they didnt have priveledge like she did. She had seen the throne of Gold and the son shinning like the sun that you could hardly see the face. She spoke of the gold gates and the white, the worship, The book of life. But what caught me, she said everyone in heaven wears a clog of humility. This particular blog (read here)has too many of those stories, but as for me, Am still waiting for my turn before i can imagine. But if its to Think, i still have also failed to create this thought

What kind of music do you listen to?

Practically everything. Western African, western, local anything as long as it sounds good to the ears. Sometimes i will listen to music in a language i dont understand but connect.

Other times i will do Country,gospel especially when i am working or thinking. But music is music for me as long as its good, the genre or artist doesnt matter. For Example am lately listening to Amel Larreiux,Angel Benard,Carol Nantongo,MBdogg.

What are your top five favorite books and why?

The lady, her lover and her lord by TD Jakes. Very mind opening.

Americana by Chimanda – the illustration, imagery, description. The detail of everything makes one travel with every sentence

When breath becomes air by Paul Kalanithi. The Selflessness of Paul and learning how he suffered the same disease he treated for years. Very interesting

Fate of the banished by Julius Ocwinyo. Because its Ugandan, the Biblical illusion. And the subject matter is perhaps even bigger than the novel’s clear attack on the church: it includes stories of people living in a world of limited hope. I wonder if he has more books

Jack reacher books: Now i just love this guys fiction so his books i can read anyday

What do you do when overwhelmed by life?

I sleep.

I listen to some Jazz, gospel or country

I pray. I have a soft spot for psalm 23 in Luganda. The words give me deeper understanding and confidence

too overwhelmed, i cry.

I talk to my self. Yes i tell myself. All will be well especially when its the things that are out of my control but still my mind is racing and my heart worried. Ecclesiastes says Its all vanity. So i do console myself. Because even if i crawled and its not in my control, am simply burning energy

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