Our bodies were made in such a way that if certain parts get harder than they are supposed to, then there is bound to be some sort of entering of new worlds. Most times when those parts get hard, the brain tends to lose a stake in the actions of the person and henceforth, the chemicals of the body take over.
There is a certain potency yet danger that hard things possess; for example a spear can easily cut through the skin of any lion because the spear’s skin is harder than the lion’s skin. Another example is a stone and water; it is much easier for a stone to penetrate the surface of water than for vice versa to occur.
Let us not be mistaken, not all manner of hardness is bad but there is that which is in the wrong place and can prove to be lethal.
By the way, I hope we are all on the right track here- when a man’s heart hardens and never relents, there is cause for alarm.
During the LRA war in Northern Uganda, the LRA commanders turned their young captives into mean killing machines by simply forcing them to harden their hearts. These poor souls were forced into slaying men, women and fellow children as a means of turning them into the deadly soldiers that would later fight the nation’s defence force.
These children at first may have wanted not to kill but under duress they did and when they learnt how to, their hearts closed off all sort of remorse and in essence became hardened to humanity.
In the absence of love, our hearts easily harden. They became as rocks driven by forces of desire for survival and without being checked soon become boulders.
In my journey with God, I have realized that the importance of keeping fellowship with God and His Word is as important as keeping alive, as staying sane, as staying human. A child may be born of a woman yet if he is raised by chimpanzees, he will believe he is a chimp too. What he sees around him and what he hears do not associate with anything else apart from chimp-hood so even though he may be human by birth, he becomes a chimp by heart.
In the same way, when we do not read God’s word, speak with Him and fellowship with other brethren, it is easy to forget who we are and take on the characteristics of those we fellowship more often with. Don’t get me wrong, I am not suggesting that we completely isolate ourselves as monks in the mountain sides but rather be the beacons in the societies we live in.
However, bad company corrupts good morals no matter how devoted one is. Fellowship with God and believers is crucial. Paul the New Testament Apostle had ministry partners, Jesus moved with disciples, people he was mentoring; John who was more like a monk, fellowshipped with God. These men did not forget their identity and thus were effective.
Thus, when we let our hearts harden by not reading God’s word, fellowshipping and praying, little by little our old mind revives and deceives us that we are still of an old fallen nature, yet in reality we are not- we are actually God’s children but because our hearts are hard, we do not believe or even know that truth anymore.
The further one goes from God, the harder his heart gets thus making it easier for him to sin. Therefore, never let your heart harden. Keep remembrance of God’s word all the time lest it become easier to lie, cheat, lust, steal, take a bribe etc. The first attempt sometimes is the most lethal- whether a lie, a lustful glance, an acceptance of a bribe- it becomes addictive if unchecked with God’s cleansing water- His Word.
Keep your heart soft- keep in fellowship with God, His Word and His people.
Eph 5:26 that He might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the Word,
Great week.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
C3C1D
The first time I heard about cell I didn't understand it. I thought it was Christians acting way too closed and over spiritual with issues. My thoughts were "What's up with that?" That was in my s.6 vac. Yes, I was born again but for six years I had been struggling to maintain my Christian faith in an environ where I thought that Christians were too unfriendly.
I recall in s.2. I used to sit by myself in class , at the very front just near the door, looking down from my desk at an orange hard cover Good News Bible, reading God's word. I wonder if I understood what I used to read then. That and sermons on LTV/TBN was what kept me going. But I never remember it as thrilling. It was war. I was very dedicated then...now I don't know.
Those days Christians were very devoted, and kept a close knit society. Many looked at us as weirdos- holier than thou and unfriendly. All we wanted to do was get people saved. Our attitude as far as I remember was not so friendly but somehow people got saved. But I never felt part of family. I never felt like I belonged. Especially s.1 to s.4, coz most of the saved people I knew in my class were girls and I was a day scholar, they were in boarding. And they were not so friendly either. My tight guy friends were not into God that much so I had a struggle of keeping Christian on my own.
A' level was different, there were guys who made me belong- actually, I had joined Boarding in s.6. I remember one of them was called Solomon, my earliest taste of Christian kinship.
In campus, my world opened up. God opened up things. People came into my life, that's where I and some of my friends started BASIC Family which is today a place I can call home. It was the Family I chose. It was where I first experienced faith, fun and family all in one package. These guys blessed me. And they continue to bless me.
But apart from BASIC, there was what was called Powerpoints. They were initiated by MCC, where I was for sometime then left later on. However one thing I have noticed is without friendship in these small group settings, what ensues is religion. People just go because they have to not because it's a delight to go.
I joined KPC and joined a cell at campus. I attended this cell even after graduation for many reasons, one of them being an unsuccessful attempt at wooing. I realised after that that Nev was grown up and had to attend a grown up cell. So I signed up for cell and was excited but never joined that cell.
It was later on after I passed by some house near home with a C (Cell) sign that I decided to go for cell.
I hit cell nirvana.
I love my cell! Oba it's the cake and milk tea? Oba it's the nice place? Even though all those factors contribute to making cell a good one, I think what I love most is the people. No bigotry in this cell. Everyone is free to air their views without being shut down. If there's any issue, the Word will solve it. The people are warm and open, no one has airs of religion or importance, down right home Church.
This is what I was missing when I was in O level. Now I have it. People to help me grow. To encourage me. To pray with me/ for me. To laugh with me. It is wonderful having cell with these people.
So every Wednesday, I look forward to leaving office at 6pm. Grabbing a taxi to Soya and attending cell!
You can come too. Just holla and we can make for you a welcoming committee.
I recall in s.2. I used to sit by myself in class , at the very front just near the door, looking down from my desk at an orange hard cover Good News Bible, reading God's word. I wonder if I understood what I used to read then. That and sermons on LTV/TBN was what kept me going. But I never remember it as thrilling. It was war. I was very dedicated then...now I don't know.
Those days Christians were very devoted, and kept a close knit society. Many looked at us as weirdos- holier than thou and unfriendly. All we wanted to do was get people saved. Our attitude as far as I remember was not so friendly but somehow people got saved. But I never felt part of family. I never felt like I belonged. Especially s.1 to s.4, coz most of the saved people I knew in my class were girls and I was a day scholar, they were in boarding. And they were not so friendly either. My tight guy friends were not into God that much so I had a struggle of keeping Christian on my own.
A' level was different, there were guys who made me belong- actually, I had joined Boarding in s.6. I remember one of them was called Solomon, my earliest taste of Christian kinship.
In campus, my world opened up. God opened up things. People came into my life, that's where I and some of my friends started BASIC Family which is today a place I can call home. It was the Family I chose. It was where I first experienced faith, fun and family all in one package. These guys blessed me. And they continue to bless me.
But apart from BASIC, there was what was called Powerpoints. They were initiated by MCC, where I was for sometime then left later on. However one thing I have noticed is without friendship in these small group settings, what ensues is religion. People just go because they have to not because it's a delight to go.
I joined KPC and joined a cell at campus. I attended this cell even after graduation for many reasons, one of them being an unsuccessful attempt at wooing. I realised after that that Nev was grown up and had to attend a grown up cell. So I signed up for cell and was excited but never joined that cell.
It was later on after I passed by some house near home with a C (Cell) sign that I decided to go for cell.
I hit cell nirvana.
I love my cell! Oba it's the cake and milk tea? Oba it's the nice place? Even though all those factors contribute to making cell a good one, I think what I love most is the people. No bigotry in this cell. Everyone is free to air their views without being shut down. If there's any issue, the Word will solve it. The people are warm and open, no one has airs of religion or importance, down right home Church.
This is what I was missing when I was in O level. Now I have it. People to help me grow. To encourage me. To pray with me/ for me. To laugh with me. It is wonderful having cell with these people.
So every Wednesday, I look forward to leaving office at 6pm. Grabbing a taxi to Soya and attending cell!
You can come too. Just holla and we can make for you a welcoming committee.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Revence- I mean 27th Comrade special dedication.
Whoever sees Rev, tell him to come here for this...
meanwhile I still love blogger.
meanwhile I still love blogger.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Bye
On the 201st date you decided to act like a snake? Woman...shya?
I loved you. And you threw dust in my eyes....mffffssssss...ngenze...
if you wanna find me- go over to http://nevender.wordpress.com for her she loves me for real.
Bye.
I loved you. And you threw dust in my eyes....mffffssssss...ngenze...
if you wanna find me- go over to http://nevender.wordpress.com for her she loves me for real.
Bye.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
firefox gave me a laugh!
I remember when I was learning HTML and WEB in class where they told us about those error codes that browsers relay, like code 404, 505,441 all meaning things a lay man could understand but covered up in numbers and stuff.
And then my firefox showed me this!
(click on the image for a clearer view)
I hahad....thank God for cool coders.
And then my firefox showed me this!
(click on the image for a clearer view)
I hahad....thank God for cool coders.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Lonely man.
"I want more than a lonely nation..." Switchfoot
She's a wraith that runs with the wind
A song that's lost with the lips
All I can trace are footsteps in the sand,
And a scent of loveliness that soon wanes.
She's gone away.
She's a wraith that runs with the wind
A song that's lost with the lips
All I can trace are footsteps in the sand,
And a scent of loveliness that soon wanes.
She's gone away.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
How deep is your love...?
Love is as important as food. Without love, hate devours all life in us and leaves us dry, withered and without empathy for others.
Trails of bloodied innocence.
Accosted by flames of passion,
In a moment he'd become a monster.
One cannot imagine how we get to that point when there is no black, no white just shades of grey. Where we couldn't make the difference between right and wrong. Where all we wanted was a quick release of tension. A child would became a woman, a woman a child.
He would bang the door shut while the poor old woman banged on it in vain. He would be left alone with the little girl. While the woman wept, releasing a river of sorrow- inside it got quiet.
He removed his belt and told her to undress. Silence.Then wham! He warned her, and asked if she was deaf. He ordered her again. Her eyes gazed at him; they had no fear in them, only light. She looked deeply into his eyes and a smile broke on her face.
He drew back, confounded like a mad man. His passions waning. He attempted to kill the sanity and raised his hand to slap her...
The words struck him like bullets through the heart, he was undone;
"Daddy, I love you."
The words came out in a tiny peaceful and contented voice. After 3 years of incest, she still loved him- he was her father.
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Question: How far does your love go?
Baseline: Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs;
love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. 1Co 13:4-6 (GNB)
Trails of bloodied innocence.
Accosted by flames of passion,
In a moment he'd become a monster.
One cannot imagine how we get to that point when there is no black, no white just shades of grey. Where we couldn't make the difference between right and wrong. Where all we wanted was a quick release of tension. A child would became a woman, a woman a child.
He would bang the door shut while the poor old woman banged on it in vain. He would be left alone with the little girl. While the woman wept, releasing a river of sorrow- inside it got quiet.
He removed his belt and told her to undress. Silence.Then wham! He warned her, and asked if she was deaf. He ordered her again. Her eyes gazed at him; they had no fear in them, only light. She looked deeply into his eyes and a smile broke on her face.
He drew back, confounded like a mad man. His passions waning. He attempted to kill the sanity and raised his hand to slap her...
The words struck him like bullets through the heart, he was undone;
"Daddy, I love you."
The words came out in a tiny peaceful and contented voice. After 3 years of incest, she still loved him- he was her father.
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Question: How far does your love go?
Baseline: Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs;
love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. 1Co 13:4-6 (GNB)
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Mary
The comedy of life is in its sarcasms.
Mary.
(Carey has denied ever having a romantic relationship with Eminem)
Mary is the girl whose innocent looks and name abate any suspicion of evil from her virgin soul. The first time you lay eyes on Mary, there is a breeze that wafts through your soul. She looks angelic- kikumi ku kikumi (100%).
Barabbas.
(Eminem has insisted there was one.)
Barabbas needs no introduction. He is well acquainted with evil. His eyes have the fiery red of the flames of Hades. They burn with lust; for blood, for sex, for money. His scarred face would put a baby to sleep out of fright.
So then it is expected that the two souls can never have any fellowship, for what has light to do with darkness or God with Belial? Nothing!
But this is not the case between Mary and Barabbas. Apparently, the two had an encounter some time in the past. At that time no one knew about it but of late the two have been embroiled in an exchange.
See Mary has a husband now, Joseph. They are in love. However Barabbas just doesn't dig it. See, it seems Barabbas had a thing going with Mary before Joseph came in. Joseph is modest, hasn't succeeded as much as Barabbas but at least he's decent and modest. Barabbas is bad ass, so he can't believe Mary is "married" to Joseph.
So he tells everyone mbu they had a thing going. And he threatens to expose Mary. All the while he is also dissing Joseph.
Don't you guys think Barabbas is running mad? Why does he kulemerako? Issues of a man's ego? But Mary isn't half plain, she is slap. She has braggin rights (if such a thing is sanctioned by God) and can deny any allegations she was with a guy like Barabbas.
I'm beat gene about these Bagpipes from Baghdad as well as being Obsessed over The warning. But why all the pettiness? Can't we all just kiss and make up and be friends?
Well, all through that ruckus, I learnt one thing. Actually a quote Joseph twittered- "I will permit no man to narrow or degrade my soul by making me hate him." Booker T Washington.
Let hate not be given an opportunity to squander chances of love. Love that will never pass away, love that will stand to the end.
Nice day.
Baseline: You have heard that it was said, "You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy." But I say to you, Love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who despitefully use you and persecute you, so that you may become sons of your Father in Heaven. For He makes His sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.
For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? Do not even the tax-collectors do the same? And if you greet your brothers only, what do you do more than others? Do not even the tax-collectors do so? Therefore be perfect, even as your Father in Heaven is perfect. Mat 5:43-48
Mary.
(Carey has denied ever having a romantic relationship with Eminem)
Mary is the girl whose innocent looks and name abate any suspicion of evil from her virgin soul. The first time you lay eyes on Mary, there is a breeze that wafts through your soul. She looks angelic- kikumi ku kikumi (100%).
Barabbas.
(Eminem has insisted there was one.)
Barabbas needs no introduction. He is well acquainted with evil. His eyes have the fiery red of the flames of Hades. They burn with lust; for blood, for sex, for money. His scarred face would put a baby to sleep out of fright.
So then it is expected that the two souls can never have any fellowship, for what has light to do with darkness or God with Belial? Nothing!
But this is not the case between Mary and Barabbas. Apparently, the two had an encounter some time in the past. At that time no one knew about it but of late the two have been embroiled in an exchange.
See Mary has a husband now, Joseph. They are in love. However Barabbas just doesn't dig it. See, it seems Barabbas had a thing going with Mary before Joseph came in. Joseph is modest, hasn't succeeded as much as Barabbas but at least he's decent and modest. Barabbas is bad ass, so he can't believe Mary is "married" to Joseph.
So he tells everyone mbu they had a thing going. And he threatens to expose Mary. All the while he is also dissing Joseph.
Don't you guys think Barabbas is running mad? Why does he kulemerako? Issues of a man's ego? But Mary isn't half plain, she is slap. She has braggin rights (if such a thing is sanctioned by God) and can deny any allegations she was with a guy like Barabbas.
I'm beat gene about these Bagpipes from Baghdad as well as being Obsessed over The warning. But why all the pettiness? Can't we all just kiss and make up and be friends?
Well, all through that ruckus, I learnt one thing. Actually a quote Joseph twittered- "I will permit no man to narrow or degrade my soul by making me hate him." Booker T Washington.
Let hate not be given an opportunity to squander chances of love. Love that will never pass away, love that will stand to the end.
Nice day.
Baseline: You have heard that it was said, "You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy." But I say to you, Love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who despitefully use you and persecute you, so that you may become sons of your Father in Heaven. For He makes His sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.
For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? Do not even the tax-collectors do the same? And if you greet your brothers only, what do you do more than others? Do not even the tax-collectors do so? Therefore be perfect, even as your Father in Heaven is perfect. Mat 5:43-48
Monday, August 10, 2009
Ono omulenzi (this fella!)
There's a guy I know, a decent homie. The intelligent and shy type. He knows a lot about a lot of things- cars, technology, warfare, languages, you name it. This guy is quite a gold mine when it comes to info. He can go on and on about stuff that is out of this world; ask him about spaceships and he'll have an answer, robotics, he will have an answer, proper dress for chicks- I'm not overstating when I say he will have an answer. This guy alina potential. And it is not DK.
So I wonder, why does he never use his superior intelligence and general knowledge in conquering the lasses? The one thing he is never sure about is is girls. He will have the answers for all things except that. In fact he oftens comes to me asking me what this meant and why she did this and what it could imply, and honestly I am not experienced in that field so I cannot really be of help but he asks.
Guys, this boy can annoy. All of his company is fly chicks. I mean fly in the league of blogger chicks. I have bever seen him with a plain girl. They all gots wings. But boy never makes a move. In fact I think this guy helps these girls stay single when they want to be single- contracted to prevent flirters... And you know most of them are the touchy and talkative type. So you meet him with a hot madame holding hands and smiling but to find out they're just friends.
There's this particular chick he hangs out with these days. She's off the chizzy, if you know what I mean, and from his stories I can sense he likes her and that he thinks she likes him. Prob-izzy is that he thinks. Doesn't know. Has never got the guts to lumba her and assure her of "feelings struggle". He is just too modest. Dying with feelings.
It's not simple coz the chick has just quit her boyfie for issues of cheating and I don't know whether my buddy is being used as the bubble gum boy. It's painful for him coz it ain't the first time. He has been there for so many others who after their time of mourning, moved on. He initially always thought these gurls had a thing for him but in the end, they appeared with a top notch, shiny bling muscle brother and that would be the last he would hear of them.
He ain't the nice guy type, coz when he makes time for himself, he will have it but sometimes the begging woman can cause you to die blind. Ask Sammy who used to smite Philistines!
I don't know what advice to give him. He really likes this chick, and and they've been bonding of late. Evening walks. Ice cream. Exchanging phones etc Do you think he may meet the same fate as before if he doesn't make a move..generally I don't even know how to help him. What do you guys say?
Baseline: Ezek 18:32 For I have no delight in the death of him who dies, says the Lord Jehovah. Therefore turn and live.
Great week. God bless
So I wonder, why does he never use his superior intelligence and general knowledge in conquering the lasses? The one thing he is never sure about is is girls. He will have the answers for all things except that. In fact he oftens comes to me asking me what this meant and why she did this and what it could imply, and honestly I am not experienced in that field so I cannot really be of help but he asks.
Guys, this boy can annoy. All of his company is fly chicks. I mean fly in the league of blogger chicks. I have bever seen him with a plain girl. They all gots wings. But boy never makes a move. In fact I think this guy helps these girls stay single when they want to be single- contracted to prevent flirters... And you know most of them are the touchy and talkative type. So you meet him with a hot madame holding hands and smiling but to find out they're just friends.
There's this particular chick he hangs out with these days. She's off the chizzy, if you know what I mean, and from his stories I can sense he likes her and that he thinks she likes him. Prob-izzy is that he thinks. Doesn't know. Has never got the guts to lumba her and assure her of "feelings struggle". He is just too modest. Dying with feelings.
It's not simple coz the chick has just quit her boyfie for issues of cheating and I don't know whether my buddy is being used as the bubble gum boy. It's painful for him coz it ain't the first time. He has been there for so many others who after their time of mourning, moved on. He initially always thought these gurls had a thing for him but in the end, they appeared with a top notch, shiny bling muscle brother and that would be the last he would hear of them.
He ain't the nice guy type, coz when he makes time for himself, he will have it but sometimes the begging woman can cause you to die blind. Ask Sammy who used to smite Philistines!
I don't know what advice to give him. He really likes this chick, and and they've been bonding of late. Evening walks. Ice cream. Exchanging phones etc Do you think he may meet the same fate as before if he doesn't make a move..generally I don't even know how to help him. What do you guys say?
Baseline: Ezek 18:32 For I have no delight in the death of him who dies, says the Lord Jehovah. Therefore turn and live.
Great week. God bless
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Superhero
Silent wings
The feet of stallions
Could not take me quick enough,
The muscle of lions
Could not move me strong enough…
The thing which I feared most
Had taken me by surprise,
And in the cold wind bitten by frost
I could not dream of a sunrise.
Cataracts of silver liquid I knew well
My eyes behaving like Niagara Falls,
I was in search of a Goshen to dwell
For plagues sprang upon me like boils.
But in my distress and hopelessness
The heaving in my breath quieted down,
The blood in my veins ran slower
There was a hushing in the wind…
Then a quiet whisper in my darkness
A ray of light in my black hole,
A voice of hope and the flutter of wings
I began to rise up held by the invisible.
Word up:Psa 91:4 He will cover you with his wings; you will be safe in his care; his faithfulness will protect and defend you.
The feet of stallions
Could not take me quick enough,
The muscle of lions
Could not move me strong enough…
The thing which I feared most
Had taken me by surprise,
And in the cold wind bitten by frost
I could not dream of a sunrise.
Cataracts of silver liquid I knew well
My eyes behaving like Niagara Falls,
I was in search of a Goshen to dwell
For plagues sprang upon me like boils.
But in my distress and hopelessness
The heaving in my breath quieted down,
The blood in my veins ran slower
There was a hushing in the wind…
Then a quiet whisper in my darkness
A ray of light in my black hole,
A voice of hope and the flutter of wings
I began to rise up held by the invisible.
Word up:Psa 91:4 He will cover you with his wings; you will be safe in his care; his faithfulness will protect and defend you.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Omuyaaye tapowa
pre first thoughts- What's with this alina potential thing? People have you not heard of this song- tapowa? I am digging the message in those beats- omuyaye tapowa, tapowa, tapowa, tapowa. If I was a friend of Job,I would have sent it to him as a dedication.
Onto more serious things kati..
First thoughts: In love, there's no holding back. Celine Dion.
Regurgitating thoughts.
I was conned last Thursday. In the presence of kin moreover, and he just watched as I was conned- as I gave in to this "student" from Entebbe going to Mukono needing 1500 for transi.
What is it with my face? Do I look approachable? i don't think I do. Yet con students think I am? People what is my problem? oKAY, I think I would prefer being conned than beaten up and robbed but still, that doesn't make it right.
Second thoughts: Relationships are about waiting.
Ever waited for a phone call? It's like this (let's pretend yo the girl).
This guy tells you of undying love ( I mean the love I have for you is like a ghoul that won't die no matter how many times I throw grenades at it, times I try to chop it up with pangas and axes, times I run it over with CAT caterpillars... It keeps going and going and going...)
He explains with images you understand ( Ojukila that advert of Nice pens the one where there was a guy saying that Nice goes on forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever,and ever, and ever,and ever...and in fact they just had to cut the advert off coz the guy was still saying forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever?)
He then goes on bended knees and says in a husky, romantic, suave, cool, low rich voice " Baby, (huba huba) wait (pauses, looks aside melodramatically) for me." He pauses some more for effect then says " But I will call you when I'm on the other side." With tears, he opens his arms wide and sucks you in then breaks free allowing you to linger as he walks away. But then he quickly veers to give you a long kiss after which your hands separate and he walks away not daring to look back.
You watch as he moves away,wiping tears from your eyes with one hope on your mind- he will call.
The first day passes. You thought that perhaps the phone will ring but the sun rose and set without you hearing a thing. It's okay, it's just the first day. He will call.
It is raining today; a call would really cheer you up. The phone rings and you are delighted! You can't wait to hear the voice on the other end of the line. You pick the phone with expectancy and hear a woman's voice instead. "Ugh!" It almost came out loud. The woman had a wrong number. It's just two days. He will call.
This goes on for a week but you never lose hope...he will call.
Anyone ever waited for a phone call like that chick?
Point of Contention: All light skinned babes are beautiful. Most ugly light skinned babes are more beautiful than the most beautiful dark skinned ones.
Silverbow: When life throws you shit, make fertiliser!
May God remain our sanity. Nice mid week.
Onto more serious things kati..
First thoughts: In love, there's no holding back. Celine Dion.
Regurgitating thoughts.
I was conned last Thursday. In the presence of kin moreover, and he just watched as I was conned- as I gave in to this "student" from Entebbe going to Mukono needing 1500 for transi.
What is it with my face? Do I look approachable? i don't think I do. Yet con students think I am? People what is my problem? oKAY, I think I would prefer being conned than beaten up and robbed but still, that doesn't make it right.
Second thoughts: Relationships are about waiting.
Ever waited for a phone call? It's like this (let's pretend yo the girl).
This guy tells you of undying love ( I mean the love I have for you is like a ghoul that won't die no matter how many times I throw grenades at it, times I try to chop it up with pangas and axes, times I run it over with CAT caterpillars... It keeps going and going and going...)
He explains with images you understand ( Ojukila that advert of Nice pens the one where there was a guy saying that Nice goes on forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever,and ever, and ever,and ever...and in fact they just had to cut the advert off coz the guy was still saying forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever?)
He then goes on bended knees and says in a husky, romantic, suave, cool, low rich voice " Baby, (huba huba) wait (pauses, looks aside melodramatically) for me." He pauses some more for effect then says " But I will call you when I'm on the other side." With tears, he opens his arms wide and sucks you in then breaks free allowing you to linger as he walks away. But then he quickly veers to give you a long kiss after which your hands separate and he walks away not daring to look back.
You watch as he moves away,wiping tears from your eyes with one hope on your mind- he will call.
The first day passes. You thought that perhaps the phone will ring but the sun rose and set without you hearing a thing. It's okay, it's just the first day. He will call.
It is raining today; a call would really cheer you up. The phone rings and you are delighted! You can't wait to hear the voice on the other end of the line. You pick the phone with expectancy and hear a woman's voice instead. "Ugh!" It almost came out loud. The woman had a wrong number. It's just two days. He will call.
This goes on for a week but you never lose hope...he will call.
Anyone ever waited for a phone call like that chick?
Point of Contention: All light skinned babes are beautiful. Most ugly light skinned babes are more beautiful than the most beautiful dark skinned ones.
Silverbow: When life throws you shit, make fertiliser!
May God remain our sanity. Nice mid week.
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