Never count them chicks

A good friend once told me, "To assume is to make an ass out of u and me."

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That friends is where my thinking capacity reached...will follow up sometime. As for now Merry Christmas. Jesus is the reason.

The wait

The wait.

When God made the heavens
And the earth and the sun,
When he opened His mouth
And life came from His lips-
There was no worry
Not a care, not a thought
For the peace of the man
Who would later be born.

This I speak as a man
Not a God who had a plan,
For His eyes like an eagle
Seeing further than time,
They fathomed and saw
The error to fall,
And from time began
God took thought for man.

For when man was born
And woman from him,
The morning star
with jealousy sought
A way to undress man
Of God's good grace,
To strip Him of might
That was given to him.

And so when he ate
Fruit of conscience,
Flaming swords did check
Man from garden sweet.
And man so groaned
From labour's toils
And death and sickness
Did use him raw.
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But God, He was wounded
From fellowship spoiled
He sought man for a friend
But sin did it end.
Yet with eagles' eyes
Seeing farther than time
Yes He had a plan
To bring fellowship back.

But the wait was long
The wait for breath,
For we were dead
In sin of birth.
Ages came, ages went
Still the wait
For His plan to save.

And Abraham and Isaac
And Jacob did wait
And Joseph and Moses
And Joshua did wait.
Rahab, Naomi and Ruth,
Did wait
And all the prophets of
God did wait.

How they hoped to see
The son,
The sun of righteousness
Dawning in man's life.
How they yearned
And hungered for Him
The Prince of Peace
To set them free.
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Who would have known
When he would come,
Where he would land
Would be obscure?
A tiny town
A humble couple,
A manger for
The welcome of peace.

Yet did he come
And sheperds did see
And magi did worship
The come saviour king.
And Anna the prophetess
Simeon the priest
Witnessed the arrival
Of salvation of man.

He would live to
Heal the sick
Break the shackles
Set captives free.
He would raise the dead
Proclaim peace
Give his life
And set men free.

But how blessed are we
Who know Him now,
Who no longer wait
For coming Sun.
He has come to live
In our very hearts
And make bridge the wall
That cut us from God.
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What a privilege to know
That we have Christ
Who so many champions
Of old waited for.
We have Him in this day and age,
Alive in our hearts.
We have Him!!!! Hallelujah
He lives. Immanuel, God is with us!!

BASELINE:
Lord, now You will let Your servant depart in peace, according to Your word.
For my eyes have seen Your Salvation
which You have prepared before the face of all the peoples,
a light for revelation to the nations, and the glory of Your people Israel.
Luke 2:29-32

Dearest Ugandan Girl

Sometimes my world turns into dark shades,
Shadows of black and grey;
The air becomes dry and cold,
Suffocating the warmth of joy;

My life, a rugged canvas of gloom,
Knowing no touch of colour-
The kind of colour
That would turn hope into a comely picture.

But in many of those days darling,
You've been the beautiful stroke of paint
That brings meaning to this canvas,
The vivid wet living colour
That brings beauty to this picture.

You've very often been God's choice paint brush
To bring real beauty and meaning
Back into my life,

so I pray I can also be
God's choice paint brush
To bring real beauty and meaning
Back into your life

Especially when you are low,
Not at peace and feeling sad.

Allow me to be a blessing
In the times life becomes a challenge-
For you've been a cup of delight
In the days my world was a storm.

Love you.

Closing her chapter.

I went for a wedding on Saturday; the Church service. A friend of mine was getting married to a sweetheart. I love weddings- I make sense of them; I'm a freak for aesthetic value. So I prefer the Church service to the reception. I am not going to tell you how the service went, I want to touch on a number of points in today's post so won't have time for that.

Well, going to the wedding, I anticipated to see her coz she is a close friend of the bride nonetheless I was fine, no quaking. I was going to be G.

So church was going on when this graceful light skinned belle walked in in a short black evening dress. Don't worry, I didn't faint...lol. She still looked great. I only saw her from the back but she sat a small distance from me. Later on, I noticed the boyfriend was there with her and I thought, "How noble".

After service ended I greeted some friends I hadn't seen in a while which was great but didn't seem to see her. I didn't mind really, till I began walking to the stage to grab a taxi....Lonesomeness invites deep thought so I began thinking again about her and him. That Saturday I did think about her a whole lot.

However, Monday came. I had an appointment with a friend and as we talked about the biz, I saw her pic and his on a brochure and it struck me. This is what I wanted. I did not particularly want her back in my life, I just wanted to know she was happy. And seeing them here on the brochure as well as on Saturday, I felt peace. On Saturday I was feeling silly coz I had realised the same but was blaming myself for being the problem in their relationship- a jigger, nsekere etc... I had beaten myself up about it on Saturday but with help from a beloved friend, I knew I on the brink of freedom.

So on Monday I realised this is what I wanted for her- to be happy. That smile on her face with him was enough to convince me. I decided to take a step of faith; to be out of her life for good. It is the proof of love I have for her. I want them to be happy.

Thank God that is dealt with.

Baseline:
1Co 13:4,5 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;

Woody Tiger

I had to chip in...honest.

It's been a year since the Obamania started and thankfully it is dying down; well I do not hear a lot about him any more anyway. However there is another black man in the media at this time again; also has mixed race blood but difference is his wife is caucasian ((muzungu) and his name too- Tiger Woods.

Barack Obama has an edge (don't ask what kind of edge) over other black American men in the media coz his name sounds African, more like Tupac Shakur (RIP) than Christoper Wallace (RIP) and Tiger Woods.

Now, if any one did not know Tiger and Obama they would instinctively think the latter was African and the former muzungu. However, the point here is not the man's name.

I find it annoying each day when big news networks like CNN give "breaking news" on Tiger Woods, over issues like "new information about the night of Tiger's car accident" or "Tiger's mother-in-law admitted with stomach issues" or "He asked mistress not to leave her name on the voice mail"! I mean blistering thunderballs, the man is not Jesus Christ!

Can we all be perfect all the time? I don't think Tiger Woods was a role model for men, maybe golfers but not many men, instead he was a role model-husband for many women out there and that is where the women who were interviewed on CNN annoy me- for saying things like "If Tiger cheated, won't my husband cheat too?"! Double dang!

It would be great to see men who are good and faithful husbands (I believe these exist although they may be far from the public eye) but when a good man falls, why make a spectacle out of it? Yes, he has had extra marital affairs and that is bad! But the man has admitted his "transgressions" and wants to change. Why do the devil's job for him? Condemn the poor man?

The truth is all have sinned and fall short of God's glory. No one can claim to be perfect there fore it is no use wallowing and making fun of one man's speck when we have logs. Let God judge, leave Tiger alone.

There is good news even in this trouble, we are justified freely by His (GOD) grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus;

Many of us have messed up, that ain't the end, God wants your salvation not your punishment. Let Tiger sort himself out as we also do ourselves, coz I remember Christ said to the men who wanted to condemn the adulterous woman of adultery:

But as they continued to ask Him, He lifted Himself up and said to them, He who is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone at her.
And again bending down, He wrote on the ground.
And hearing, and being convicted by conscience, they went out one by one, beginning at the oldest, until the last. And Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst.
And bending back up, and seeing no one but the woman, Jesus said to her, Woman, where are the ones who accused you? Did not one give judgment against you?
And she said, No one, Lord. And Jesus said to her, Neither do I give judgment. Go, and sin no more. (Joh 8:7-11)

BASELINE
Eze 18:23 Do I actually delight in the death of the wicked? says the Lord Jehovah. Is it not that he should turn from his ways and live?

Amen.


Meanwhile, I am looking forward to Christmas, are you?

Maria has chucked me

Maria left me. She did; sneaked and ran from me. You see me and Maria had history. I remember that first time we met in the shop on Ben Kiwanuka street, she shone like a star. Understand there were so many beautiful girls in the shop, all waiting for their suitor. Maria was beautiful, she had smooth looking black arms; her face adorned with subtle jewellery, she swept me off my feet.

She was a faithful friend. She was there with me when I joined campus, comforted me in that mean 1st year. She stayed with me through all the three years of campus- seeing my frustration, joy, peace, disappointment...she was there. She was always there.

When I left campus she never left me, sticking by me all the time. In exams, tests, PrimeTime, Dinners, Beach bashes- all of it, everything. She helped me wake up and read for tests and exams. With her I could never miss an appointment. She cared deeply for me.

But recently, she seemed to have gotten tired of me. She lost heart, like once or twice and everytime that happened I bought her a new heart. She attempted to cut off her arms, so I would not be able to hug her; but everytime she did, I bought her new arms...nothing would stop me from being with her forever.

However, even her smile faded; her gentle face became rough. Why? What had I done Maria? Yes, there were times those girls came into our lives, but I never accepted them, I wanted her only!

But today she decided to leave. She, who has all our memories , at least ever since I left secondary school. How could she leave? Maria!?

Today I thought she was with me when we were leaving Makerere but when I turned I did not see her. I turned back, walked all the way back looking for her but she was not to be found. How could she?

Maria left me guys and without her I cannot tell the time. I guess my only option is to find a girl like her, preferably from the Casio tribe.

When the morning challenges your elation...

Generally, mornings choose when they will be good to you.

This particular morning, I woke up early enough. I woke up with a good feeling but more than I asked God to be the Don today over all my issues. However, it wasn't long after that that my morning decided acting weird towards me. I had to go early to office and finish up some work but as I walked away from home, I felt my pockets and did not feel my phone. I could not go to work without my phone, it was an important business medium for me and moreover today in particular.

So I head back home,go to the places I am sure I was before I left and try to find the phone. Bedroom, dining, living, quarters, back to the bedroom, living, dining, quarters....no phone. The clock was ticking. I should be frantic by now. I then remember, it was in a jacket...I go, by God's grace find it and leave the house again.

Phew! That episode could easily have cost me some joy and happiness but it didn't.

Now, at the office. I have a print job. However, before the printing, I must do some final editing. I do what I think is obvious and final and tell my baby printer to do her job. So I put on some tracks, bang my head to the beats, whistle and swagger to the rhythm, knowing all is well. Then half way through the job, I look at one of the pieces of work and notice an omission! A two-word omission! That should be no problem if I was printing for myself- I simply would have added the missing words with a pen but this is for an important client!

My head does a small tango with confusion and then I decide, I need to make the call. Thank God I had not forgotten the phone in the first place coz then I would have had to look for a payphone and I doubt there would be any at that time.

So I make the call, relay my predicament. The voice on the other side sounds dismayed-- WHAT???? YOU GOTTA PRINT NEW ONES!! Oh shucks! So, I have to go to Nasser, purchase paper and head back to office. All this time, I have two pending pieces of work, thankfully neither clients have called ---YET.

The sojourn to town lasted an hour and cost me 10k. So I head back to office. There, the cartridges seem to have issues. Time is going. Then UMEME does it's thing!! I might have lost my head there...but thankfully I wasn't printing at the time, I was still trying to fix the printer.

Generator goes on, I fix the printer and start the job again. The work is needed soon so I should normally be under pressure, however, something is right with me today.

A few copies are still printing (at the moment I wrote this) but thank God in all this time with all the opportunity to complain, I gave thanks and trusted God. Yeah, even that time when my face contorted itself, I still whispered an I thank you and acknowledged God is in control. God is the one in things, and I am his beloved therefore I am also in things.

I have learned a lesson for the morning-do not depend on your elation when you wake up, rather make a decision to let God deal with any unexpected stuff or surprises.
He is Lord of all.

BASELINE: Col 1:16,17 For all things were created in Him, the things in the heavens, and the things on the earth, the visible and the invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers, all things were created through Him and for Him.And He is before all things, and by Him all things consist.

Joh 8:12 Then Jesus spoke again to them, saying, I am the Light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.

Twitter menace?

There was a time I was such an introvert that I even kept away from social networking sites because I thought..what's the use? Anyhow, after getting myself onto blogger, i made a move to facebook- that thing people say is anti-Christ(nga they never say anti-Muhammad?)and well at the beginning it was a drag and then it became exciting; why? I could hook up with friends all over the world and exchange thoughts, discuss work, tease the girl who rejected me in s.3(that's a story i should tell, bambi her embarrassment these days) and lots of stuff.

However, I got to a point and well, I was content with facebook. I had the friends not too many-a manageable number; then I began to wonder, how about people with over 200 friends? How do they manage that number? I began worrying, thinking I had very few friends. Everyone else had over 200, me? A manageable number. Well while that was there, I had sworn not to join new social networking sites coz they just demand too much time notwithstanding the fact, I keep getting invitations from close people to join new ones but always declining them. I never knew that one day this kid sis of mine would convince me to join twitter. She was quite convincing "all you do is post status updates". So I thought, cool; none of that facebook stuff like tagging and pictures and stuff. So I signed up.

I liked it. I mean, all I do is post what I am doing or what I am thinking. Now one wonders why that would be important. Well, it's an easy way of communicating with many people at once without sending an email and all that techy redtape. Better still, the 27th Comrade pointed us to a 2299 thingy which made tweeting so addictive I couldn't get away.

However, there are repercussions. How come blogging is relegated to tweeting? Eh? One of the first things I check when I get to work is to check what's on twitter.com. I even relegated facebook. You see, twitter is just posting mere one or two lines; blogging is literature, art, beauty. Twitter had almost taken that away. I feel ashamed sometimes but then all is not so bad. If I were to count the number of tweets I have sent, they are around 700 which is a little over the word limit of a newspaper article. Much less than the number of words I have posted through my blog. And then some tweeples and tweepettes decide to take over and play kawuna on twitter- (bambi kid sis it's not nugu).

Anyway, besides that, I wonder sometimes, Christ was a social person. He loved people and talking with them and being with them. Do you ever think if He were in this generation, He would be on twitter or facebook? Just asking.......

I thought about leaving twitter but I gave it another try. So I am going to be nice to those who play kawuna on twitter and to blogger.

Otherwise seriously, a mouthpiece is not something that should be taken for granted. There is power in a mouthpiece. It proclaims good news. It gives warnings, advice, counsel.There is so much positive change you can cause with a mouthpiece.

In olden times, people had to run distances to give warnings, proclaim good news and all that stuff. They encountered dangers like storms, wild animals, robbers, all because they had to pass on a message. It was important to transmit that message, the message was more important than the messenger because his life was on the line for it.

Imagine then the power in twitter, facebook, blogger, wordpress when you have a message to transmit, especially when it's a good message, especially when it's the good message? It's not something that can be taken for granted. Thank God for this technology and for the good that it can do.

BASELINE: Proverbs 13:17 A wicked messenger falls into mischief, but a faithful ambassador is health.
Pro 25:13 Like cold snow in the time of harvest, so is a faithful messenger to his senders; for he makes return to his master's soul.

Resurrection

I love the word resurrection. In fact I love words that have a re- at the start. Renewal, Revival, Reignition. Basically in life, sometimes fuel reserves run out and the engine goes cold. So, when an engine goes cold it must be fired up again, reignited. Thank God for re-.

Anyhow, most of y'all know I was down for sometime- yeah, my energy reserves had run low and I wasn't recharging hence the breakdown and subsequent drastic solutions. Given 3 units of human chlorophyll plus lots of water and morphine.

I knew morphine was narcotic but I no longer believe it. You see in those times when the pain has exceeded my capacity to hide it, only a strong drug can calm me down. Usually it is one called pethidine. I love pethidine, coz it has a floaty feeling. It stings you and then gives you wings, kind of like how they say Red Bull does. But this time I only got one sting then they put me on morphine. Morphine does nadda. It comes from behind and drugs you. You don't even see it coming. However it puts you sleep still.

Sorry about the rant...but how does one get addicted on something they don't sense? I couldn't see morphine coming but I could see pethidine. I think it is easier to get addicted to the latter, nont that I am addicted.

So anyway I was admitted, but this time I had really been a bad boy. Aunt told me I had never gotten a transfusion since I was 2 and they blamed it on my eating habits and lack of rest. Yeah, they blame it on Chicken Tonight. Chicken Tonight gives me the illusion that I have eaten enough for the day so I rarely take breakfast and supper. You see one time even my aunt complained that I no longer eat at home. She must have been wondering whether I had a woman.

And then Pastor Joseph Prince advised one time if we do not get enough rest, we usually find ourselves resting along with many other people in a large room. Yep, that happened to me.

Well, as I was there, death came just on the next bed; a lady passed away after fighting for her life unsuccesfully. I heard the doctors fidgeting with Oxygen and stuff and trying to keep her alive, she was moaning at the time. When she stopped, I knew. Immediately after that, wails and sobs and shrieks. There was something dark about the atmosphere. I think I lost a tear in the process.

But people showed me love, I appreciated that and the fact that I am not alone. I got friends. The guy over at Sleek and Wild, The Rogue King, The Rising Page, Darlyne, Streetsider, Heaven of the Fluorescent,Johnny23, Normzo, Sibo, Rhinorck, all the guys at BASIC Family, the delightful UgandanGirl, my family, my friends, even relatives lol....so many guys said a prayer for me and that means a lot. Thanks everyone and God bless you.

Otherwise, I have resurrected. Been told to eat like a pig and drink like a fish so donations are most welcome. I thank God for life coz people, don't take it for granted. It is a blessing just to breathe and have no pain in your body. Gove God the Glory.

Otherwise, it's time for Christmas. Peace to all.

BASELINE:And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. (1 John 5:11)

Your monthly dosage of BHH is here.

Well,I've not been particularly "bloggy" this month; I missed even Chanel's baby shower... I have so much on my mind but so little morale naye perhaps in due time, my zone will come back. However I shall be there for the Happy Hour. Come one Come all.

Innocence again

Gone are the days when 200 Shillings came in a note and was worth one's sumptuous breakfast.

I will finish this post....

Bill Gates could buy those of Kikwete.

You think Uganda is doing badly in terms of GDP? We are not doing so badly.

Check this (
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Bill Gates, America's richest man with a net worth of $50 billion, has a personal balance sheet larger than the gross domestic product (GDP) of 140 countries, including Costa Rica, El Salvador, Bolivia and Uruguay. The Microsoft (MSFT) visionary's nest egg is just short of the GDP of Tanzania and Burma.

Warren Buffett, who lost $10 billion in the past 12 months and is this year's Forbes 400 biggest dollar loser, still has a fortune the size of North Korea's economy at $40 billion. (The Oracle of Omaha probably would steer clear of that investment, though.)

One Forbes 400 member does actually run a small chunk of a state in an official capacity: Mayor Michael Bloomberg. While he is busy serving as the chief executive of New York City and grappling with its sluggish economy, his own personal balance sheet -- amassed through financial information services and media company Bloomberg LP -- equals the value of all the goods and services produced in South Africa's Republic of Zambia's ($17.5 billion).

Some say that land developer Donald Bren, whose assets throughout the vicinity of Orange County, Calif., include 475 office buildings, 115 apartment communities, 41 retail centers, resort properties and new housing, runs Orange County -- he certainly owns most of it. And with a net worth of $12 billion, he could, in theory, buy Haiti's economy, too.

Casino mogul Sheldon Adelson's $9 billion net worth is akin to the Bahamas' GDP ($9 billion). Pierre Omidyar, founder of eBay (EBAY), the world's biggest auction marketplace, could theoretically control Somalia's market with his $5.5 billion fortune.

George Lucas, the famed Hollywood director behind the Star Wars and Indiana Jones franchises and ILM, the world's most bankable special effects shop, has a $3 billion fortune, making him worth as much as the GDP of Guyana.

Hedge fund founder David Shaw's $2.5 billion net worth parallels Belize's marketplace.

Investor John Paulson amassed much of his fortune by exploiting the real estate bubble and shorting the subprime market in 2007. Today he has a net worth of $6.8 billion -- the equivalent of Montenegro's gross domestic product.

Although Eli Broad's fortune suffered because of AIG's (AIG) collapse last fall -- he's lost $1.3 billion in the last 12 months -- he still has a bank account that rivals Barbados' economy ($5.4 billion).

Forbes 400 members with net worths just under $1 billion still possess fortunes that could operate the economies of significant fractions of the globe. Gary Magness, who owns water rights in Colorado through his ranch holdings, has a net worth of $990 million, which barely exceeds Vanuatu's GDP ($988.5 million).

If this year's three poorest Forbes 400 members were to combine their wealth (a combined $2.9 billion), their amassed fortune would be worth more than the workings of Belize's entire economy.

Copyrighted, Forbes.com. All rights reserved.


From here.

Otherwise, this morning God ashamed me when I had jammed to wake up, spot what he told me:

"Go to the ant, sluggard; consider her ways and be wise;
who, having no guide, overseer, or ruler,
provides her food in the summer and gathers her food in the harvest.
How long will you sleep, O sluggard? When will you arise out of your sleep?
A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to lie down;
so shall your poverty come as one who travels, and your need like an armed man."

I was so ashamed I hurried out of bed. Maybe this week I will get that message good and get up early.

Blessed Week. (The words were from Proverbs 6:6-11)

Truth and faith.

1st things 1st.





I found a great site of hymns. It plays for you the tune as you read the lyrics. So it is a nice way of learning hymns. Start by listening to "Come, Let us Join our friends above" You will love it.


Also there's a great post here.

I was thinking about life, about the questions everyone asks but no one seems to know the answer to- questions like who am I? Why am I here? Where did we come from?

Of the groups that have attempted to answer them, very prominent are religious ones: people who believe that in order for us to exist, there is; or in some places, are creators who willed life and it came to pass. There are those who however digress and suggest life is simply a grand mistake brought about by unintended collision, such are known as evolutionists or big bang theorists.

In all there are two kinds of people trying to answer the questions I mentioned earlier- those who believe in a higher power (s) and those who do not.

Which brings me to my second issue: faith. Faith to me is what the heart chooses to believe and sticks to. Faith is what someone believes is truth. Theists all believe in God but there is a lot more to consider than just God. Which God? For example is one of the things that break up this group into much smaller ones. Different places have different views on this,- There are those who believe in Odin, others in Allah, others in Jehovah, others in Jesus, others in Buddha etc.. They all believe in a god but disagree on which God is the true God. Essentially, due to the places they are, all have a different history of who God is and so do not agree with others' history given that a history of a particular people is unique.

There are the atheists, who seemingly have no disagreement because to them, there is no God, period. However they disagree with the earlier group based also on history and scientific claims. They say, life came about due to an accident and forces came together to cause life. This is their faith. They cannot readily prove to 100% sureness that we are how we are because of the accidental forces but are willing to go with it.

So, with all these differing views, can they all be correct? Of course not. Truth is not a harlot, truth is a woman of honor, she does not change with the weather or the popular crowd. Truth remains faithful to herself. There is only one truth so despite all these differing views only one is correct. All others are wrong. So, the question is which is correct? Can we know for sure?

That's where the issue of faith comes in. A man's spirit does not depend on proofs- it deals with peace. Restlessness points out to a man's soul a need for peace, a need for rest.

I have listened to the sayings of many, read the proofs of others and have not found much peace as in the words of Jesus. I am not preaching. Just sharing my views. Many have conspiracy theories about who Christ was; some say he was just a man, others a prophet, others- a great teacher, others call him God. He is the subject of contention in many religious and atheistic circles. Many agree on Buddha, Muhammad, Confucious, even Obama, but with Christ... He could have been a rebel leader as some book says.

Why? I don't know. Some say it is because no man has ever claimed to be a God before and when he did that he made others smaller. But I do not care. He talked of compassion, he sat with the weary and burdened, he encouraged- did not cast down, he loved, he cared, he healed, and most importantly he died on account of others, not himself.

He is one teacher who did not do any self searching. He knew who he was from the time he was born. All he did, he did with purpose. Other teachers were looking for truth, he was explaining truth. He did not need reassurance, did not get depressed on account of identity, he knew his purpose from his childhood.He was I am.

I find strength in his words. I find hope in his words. I find grace in his words. I find life in his words.

That is my faith. That is my truth.

Jesus Christ, son of God, saviour of the world and lover of my soul.

Baseline:
1Co 15:14 And if Christ has not been raised, then our proclamation is worthless, and your faith is also worthless. 1Co 15:17,18 And if Christ is not raised, your faith is foolish; you are yet in your sins. If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.

Col 2:8 Beware lest anyone rob you through philosophy and vain deceit, according to the tradition of men, according to the elements of the world, and not according to Christ.

Being the Hot girl.

Disclaimer: I am not a girl.

Being a guy makes it normal for me to notice fair looking maidens. I am a guy after all and when i see a fair looking maiden, I appreciate and in my mind say hullo and start a meaningful friendship which at one point in time may end up (at this point I was not responsible for the things coming out of the tips of my fingers)…

Anyway, I know a hot girl when I see one and I also know that when I see a hot girl all other men who have seen her have also noticed that she is a hot girl.

I know two types of hot girls: Those who know they are hot and those who do not. Now among those who know they are hot, there are those who are humble and then there are those who are proud. Despite the classifications, men do not care whether one is proud or humble, all they know is they have seen a hot girl and some men will react.

There are men who will spare nothing and abandon being cordial and tell the hot girl what it is, then there are those men who will be as polite as possible and try to befriend the hot girls. All in all, when one is a hot girl, she will get attention from men.

I am trying to understand how hot girls handle attention because I know a number who seem like they have trouble with it. I have noticed the behavior of hot girls and am coming to a conclusion. Hot girls who are humble try to do lots of things. They are caught up in lots of activities. They usually have a lot on their hands in an attempt to try and and avoid the amount of attention coming their way. Generally it is hard to approach them because they are always in a hurry- got to do rehearsals, got a photo shoot, got got got got….wabula they are hard.

As for the proud ones, they are available and have time on their hands BUT lots of attitude. They on the other hand are approachable, but one needs killer suaveness to break their defences. The good thing is sometimes length of persistence brings dividends with these proud ones.

There was a hot girl I knew. Unfortunately she wasn’t proud, she was shy. Why unfortunately? She and I became friends, and that was the end of my aspirations. Naye that is not the point. I want feedback. How does it feel being the hot girl? iS WHAT i have said true? Or not?

BHH and old flames

I did not intend it to happen again, but again there are some things in life we have no control over.

I was minding my business, looking for socks and a pair of shoes I had misplaced and out of the corner of my eye noticed her staring at me. I ignored her at first, I thought that it would pass and she would mind her business. Well it did; I left the room went to find something else but had to come back to this room to pick a brush. I saw her again. She just couldn't stop staring. So I stared back and oh, my- nostalgia.

You see it could have been her even though she wasn't- her big round eyes, big lips, soft brown skin, felt so near at the moment. I kept looking, she kept looking as if saying "this you'll never have". The thing is she was in a white wedding gown, looking as gorgeous and angelic as ever. MY eyes almost watered because my heart seemed to be overwhelmed, memories came running back. She was stolen from me by the jealous fates. Our paths seem to ever cross but never interwine.

It wasn't her but the picture reminded me of her- they looked alike, there was something in her eyes that reminded me of her- was it the love I wanted in vain?

Dayem!! All this emotion unleashed by a simple advert on a piece of paper- "The New ColourChrome Digital Studios".
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I would like to begin with saying, SilverBow are you in Kampala, let alone Uganda? You see there was a time you threatened to show up at BHH and see some "blogren" but to my surprise, you never showed up. Even Chanel, I thought you would make a brief appearance just so we could see your wonderful bulge before we come for the BS. Be Silent, why have you muted your attendance at BHH? For Antipop... Normzo missed BHH, now that was a surprise! Sleek, Heaven, Baz, B2B, what's goin on? Work? Relatives?

BHH started late generally, around 7:45pm coz that's the time I arrived. When I showed up, I found Rev and Delilah "bonding"- yes it was PG 9- they were just talking...lol. Anyway, shortly after I arrived, Dee skipped in like a little red riding hood gaily (which means happily not sexually attracted to the people of the same sex-just in case GUG is reading)all shining with bling I originally thought was all from Delhi. She had this beautiful bag with different colours and shiny stuff on it, from Delhi, but the ring and earing mbu were purchased here...at one point Dee and Del were talking about jewelry and one thing I picked is that silver jewelry is expensive.

It didn't take long for people to start trickling in- Xiona came in and for a while talked with Rev about how to have nice dreads. I was completely foreign to their choice of discourse because...

A little later Safyrez dropped in and while Rev quizzed me about the name "nevender" Simon got to talking with Xiona about cars; so there is one more lady I know who knows more about cars than I do in addition to Carlo. SoloKing came in a while after and engaged Dee in techno talk.

Johnny popped in looking like a slimmer B2B who on the night was inconspicuously missing, however he did not come with any "friends". Ivan also popped in and went around greeting people, ignoring those of us with uncool phones like 2300s. Dude is half man half comedy. There was a time when some guys came with screens on their chests displaying adverts for an event to be held at Kyadondo Rugby Club "Go Together Know Together" nga Ivan starts joking about stopping them in their tracks and tuning to Straka's late show...dude!! Rhino revved into the foray with gusto and warmth at which point the infamous L was formed.

Carlo and Dante came in later at which point I noticed Johnny had disappeared.

Well, the trendy topics included UTL's cool service- 2299. I am one of those who is well addicted to this thing. I mean I can tweet from my 2300- how cool is that? And that we have the coder in our midst, us mere mortals? wOW. By the way, join up at twitter on UTL and share your username, it means people like me can text you for free with the cool chat function it has...this thing is offshizzy!

At one point I engaged Rev in talk about God and religion and this was a very spirited discussion considering Rev was at one time ministering to the table with his fingers. Bambi, Delilah at one got worried and had to ask me if I was being assaulted...hehe. Well I love talking about such stuff and well Rev has a treasure of info about God, but well I wish he could share.

On the plus, got me some comps to x2020 tonight courtesy of Solo King. Will hook up with Rhino over design and I met Abid Were the guy of Workzine. He is apparently an OB of FCIT, I think he forgot that. Oh and he mentioned that my leg got better, well at one time I was on crutches but an act of faith caused me to drop the crutches and walk!! Amen! Haha.

BHH was great. Good attendance and good fun. I am looking forward to the next. Thanks Rev and Rhino for the Mirinda and Alvaro.

BHH

Friends and lovers, Priests and canons, interns and bosses, this is for you.

The Role of GNL Zamba in Uganda's future

NOTE: To all international press: Al Jazeera, CNN, BBC etc, people who come from Buganda are called Baganda, not Bugandans. Please, it insults me when you call me a Bugandan. I am Ugandan but a Muganda by tribe. Okay? Not Bugandan.


After the riots that occurred into and over the weekend, many of us began asking ourselves whether there can truly be a peaceful coexistence between the central government and the Mengo government.It's sad because these conflicts usually occur in areas where ethnicity is something to be treasured above nation.

There is this misconception that people have underlying dislike for those from different areas of the nation however, I would like to differ. Like UgInsomniac noted, many of us who grew up in the youth of our President's governance do not focus on ethnicity. I cannot name 10 very close friends of mine that are the same tribe as mine, I have been blessed to have friends from all over the nation.

However, we are under the wrong impression that we can frown at each other which is not true. The riots only serve to show the government that there are very many aimless young adults who have seen too many Terminator and Rambo movies and now want to jump into the action and see what it feels like. For these I offer a solution, Open large 3d cinemas where these youth enter for free as long as they can help in keeping the streets clean.

Anyway, that is just my beating around the bush. I believe there are people in our society apart from the government, religious and cultural institutions who have a lot of influence on the people of this sweet land Uganda.

We have a new class of Ugandans- the celebs, who if they wanted could have a big say in the way our youth behave.

There is a chameleone who is known for encouraging people to go to work and forget about talkers but of late he is focusing too much on Bayuda, he is not my kind of role model anymore. There is a cool cool bar who of late has come back with a boom but still the way he cried over his wife's departure, "girly". There is a Dee who knows how to take people's minds off big issues, he just says "mulumulumu" and people get down and crawl. I don't know any others (stop nudging me BM, who? Radio and who...I don't know them.)



For one, this Muganda called Zamba who went to school at MUBS and ended up iconic superstar (ani yali'amanyi)can do a lot to positively influence our young people. He is a model of our President's dream of the role of traditional institutions in our country-to preserve culture and language. One of my friends said " Oyo gaayi awomesa oluganda" (That guy makes Luganda sweet.) Music is a powerful force which he has used much to the amusement of many people, even those from outside Buganda.

You see guys, musicians have a big role to play in this time. And interestingly many of the big names in Ug music are Baganda. Music has an enchanting force about it. It can easily cause people to do what they should not and vice versa.

I am a proponent for peace and reconciliation in the whole of Uganda. In fact I want to adopt a tribe each month of the year so I can learn these peoples cultures and come to love the diversity of my nation more. Music has a big role to play. I implore all those with the gift and talent to put in effort and encourage people to do the right thing and go for love and unity and work so as to build the nation. I don't think Obamas have to be presidents only, they can be GNLs, Chameleones, Bugembes- people who can inspire others to rise above silly sentiments.

Those are my two cents.

Baseline: But I exhort you, brothers, by the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that you all speak the same thing and that there be no divisions among you; but that you be perfectly joined together in the same mind and in the same judgment. Is Christ divided? Was Paul crucified for you, or were you baptized in the name of Paul? 1Co 1:10,13

Cerebral Pandemonium

Things were rolling smoothly, I was up there gliding in my Batman suit over the calm city night watching young lovers hand in hand taking a stroll under the silent drone of the yellow street lights. Time check- 7:58pm.

I decided to settle upon a high rooftop. It was quiet here. There were no lights up here so I could clearly see all that was taking place below me, down in the nonchalant city. The calmness was searing- it evoked a desire for real peace; not this masked appearance of fearlessness.

The building I was atop had blue windows and white tiles. A man died here last week. He jumped from the 14th floor and split his head dying instantly. This man certainly masked whatever madness he had boiling inside him. Reports said he looked happy just before his suicide.

Another man died in this same building, tried to stab his girlfriend too before he took himself out. I wondered, what was I doing on this building? What if some wraith took me out of the blue and threw me off the ledge?

My inner turmoil was proving to be more than my resolve could handle. So I set off and headed to a lone alley. I had left my batmobile there. As I landed, I heard a screeching sound just next to the alley and as I turned to look, my car screamed right past me...

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I throw a grapnel at the speeding car and am pulled along in an amazingly turbulent fashion. I'm trying to get a look at the person inside at the same time dodging debris in the road. I start to hear people screaming, saying things like " Batman's gone crazy" and "Batman's been cloned" and "Batman's got a twin brother!"

I was perplexed. At a sharp turn, I caught a glimpse of the man in my car.
This was no stranger,

it was myself.

Baseline:"Yo, We at war
We at war with terrorism, racism, and most of all we at war with ourselves..." Kanye West.

"Then Jesus said to His disciples, If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow Me. " Matthew 16:24

Interesting Bride Price.

There is an argument against bride price: it is simply the selling of women to men so is inhumane and treats women as property.

Why would I put a price on my daughter if I wanted her to be treated as a priceless gem? I am not against kwanjula or introduction as it is normally referred to, the ceremony where the bride is given away to the groom- I am just against the showy nature of families when participating in this ceremony.

Unlike it's name- "introduction", this ceremony has more or less become a point of sale. The woman is given away after certain terms and conditions are accepted and an amount of commodities has been exchanged.

These days, when the "bako" (in-laws) promise "appreciation" which in true sense is part of the bride price to the bride's family, they unleash an entire supermarket sometimes including hardware shops and carpentry work shops.

A certain man must have been left cursing when he went to be introduced by his Mutooro chick. They had agreed on four Fresian cows which meant 2 million shillings, but when they got there a certain "elder" decided to demand for 10 cows instead and insisted on it. After long bargaining, the elder cut down his demands to 7 cows. Surely, if I were the man, I would have thanked the lady for her good gesture of introducing me to parents but then would humbly submit my resignation letter thereafter.

Some elders think these men who are to take away their daughters should be milked dry which in many cases causes social dysfunctions like violence in homes and the like. I think introduction is noble but when it is over done- becomes more of a social class event, it loses meaning.

I would like a simple one, not too many people- just a humble thing. A friend of mine would prefer a "kukyala" only- where it is a private thing between the two families. I think that would be nice too.

But did you hear of this weird bride price some long time ago. This King was jealous of one of his subjects because he was killing more enemies in battle and apparently this caused one of his daughters to admire this guy so much. So he made a plan mbu he wanted to give her away to this man but the bride price was a must.

Can you imagine the bride price? 100 foreskins.

I almost died. You can get the story here- 1 Sam 18:25.

But thank God for Christ, who gave the ultimate price for his bride- His life. He spared nothing but gave all.

In view of all this, what can we say? If God is for us, who can be against us?
Certainly not God, who did not even keep back his own Son, but offered him for us all! He gave us his Son---will he not also freely give us all things? Romans 8:31,32 (You'd do good to read the whole chapter).

Much love and great week.




God bless

Don’t let it get hard.

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.