green illusion

E very body is blaming every body, every body sees the cracks on the walls of this our nation. i mean look at the press, there is always a graduate of some sort pointing an index at someone somewhere. the truth is we have issues in this place, real grand isssues, from medcine, roads, jobs, and even food! Then we go ahead and appoint these people or should i use the word elect, to fix our problems and all they do is stash our hard earned cash under their beds. We cannot question because the very weak and definate response to that will be, Where were you? Where was I? I was not even born for christ sakes by the time you wrung yourselves into you today, and that is not even the slightest excuse to rob us as we look and tremble in mighty fear! B ut we shall not close our lips and fold our bodies while the rot spreds around us, no more, so today we are giving you a chance to answer, who of you is the Big one, the answer to that is not as easy as you may think!

The bill we are loosing: a few days ago monsieuer le president de la republic warned "Go slow!" Apparently the much anticipated Anti-homosexulity bill is allittle too "sensitive" politicaly or rather finacially speaking for a poor developing country like ours. His excellency advised that after a 45minute tete a tete with madame Clinton. so here is the greens prediction, a few days before the debate in parliament the "private member" who started the whole fuss will withdraw the thing and say its to seek further consultations. The A dvent of cleavage!: surely speaking from an onlookers perspective i don't think there is a fashion fad that the ugandans have taken up with such a pasion aye? Just look around you or take walk!

an old friend friend of mine came to me the other day with a couple of stats after his most recent research. apparently he had broken the reason why 8/10, campus relationships cme to a start and end within the holidays. well here is what the lad says: first the holidays for many of you can be very long and given that you hardly have a thing to do, the mind struggles to be creative, so when this being is constantly coming up with very interesting ideas with all the ways we have communicate these days, a sort of chemistry builds up because you bot need it and before you know it, you're feeding this unexpected yet completely captivating romance over the airwaves and suddenly life is everything you would want it to be after all right? well then the sun rises and its back to the real struggle of achieving a bit in life, and with the demanding schedule, little johnny cannot be you're in shinny arm our, your breath and all the bluff he told you he was blah blah blah. so he tells you i...

To make a friend, a good friend often takes a great deal of elements coming together. Well alot of you will disagree with that and proclaim that you and that buddy of yours just snapped and blended without the need for an emulsifier of some sort. You will agree though that the timing, humor, conversation, the angle of the sun, share of ambition, exploits in life, definition of character all come into telling if the two of you actually have a chance at tomorrow and the day after that. Sadly though breaking up with a friend and letting all the history shared be lost to the wind, for many does not quite need the same level of persuasion. Not quite so long ago, in my teens (I think), me and those of my kind(here I mean my mates) felt that having a best friend was of the utmost importance, it was such a big deal; you needed that person you would always count on to have you're back,to be right by you as you made your way up some dusty path to pick up that disgusting meal at school (or e...

just so we are clear am referring to the taxis i have had the liberty to ply in Uganda and Kenya. we all have our different tales about the special experiences when riding in an African taxi, from the stench making its way from the old mama's upper arm section, and the horrible sight of the knickers peering out in it's glory of sweat and brown stain, arrrrgh.... yeah we could go on and on and on but let me just add the ordour coming from a mixture of a bacteria infested breath and extremely cheap Chinese perfume mmmh mmh....... it all seems a lost cause for Africa right? well i wouldn't be so quick to pour out conclusions because there is something i find rather distinctly peculiar and as far fetched as this may seem, rather special! in the midst of all the struggle my mind goes through to hide away its attention from all these gruesome transgressions it seems to project away from this world into world i find to be a little piece of divine, a heaven of some sort free from ...

evenings like these do not deserve to be talked about, to be lived to be breathed and sucked down to make a cocktail with our beings with our souls. evenings without purpose! well that's exactly how am feeling at the moment, and honestly its such times that i look down upon with fright and a touch of disgust, when there is no why, no what, no how and when. these are the times that a lot of the folks with gutters up their souls look back on and say if only.... well if only is not what am hoping to say, am getting out of this hole and making better use of my self, besides movies, drink and food are not getting me a thing are they? e

"We need to talk" those were the very last words of what had been... anyway a few months and sobs(not me) later here i am my heart still cold as stone, not a shed of a tear and sadly still presented at these social events with singularity! well the point is i still i seem to have lost, to have been robbed by the wind of the ability to feel something, anything for anybody for anybody! I did try, honestly i did to get myself that 'anybody' but to tel you the truth it would have purely cosmetic, a thing without the slightest whiff of truth., qute simply it would be a lie, and am not so good with lies, i seem to be rather allergc to them infact. so here i am drowned, burried by the very weight of the cries of my heart that has been robbed of reason, robbed of a raison d'etre, it beats so deftly you can hardly trace the whispers with which it cries so heavily i sit here surrounded by all this material, all these questions, i wonder what reall happened back there? to be...