Hepatica’s sanctuary
The other first flower of Spring…Archive for July, 2008
Random…
Mothers.Aren’t they the best thing God ever created?And the wisest too?I took a trip down memory lane today.On my way,I saw myself climb that mango tree,reach out to take the nest as I was after, only to climb down and run to mum.I was 7 then and the reason for my abandoned mission was wasps.Among other things,I can’t figure out how she could tell that I had been licking sugar again.I was careful when I committed the crime,more careful than the previous time.But mum in all her wisdom,always found out.Was I just a little mentally challenged then?Or was I just not smart enough?i wonder…
I finally watched the video of Ragga Dee’s song Ma Ladies.It confirmed what I have been hell bent on not believing:Ragga Dee is versatile and creative.Have you heard that song of his with Dizzy Nuts(Remember him from Fire burn dem, a duet with Bebe Cool)?You know that one in which Ragga Dee’s goes something like “…Ntandika nga kamotoka.King-ngi-ngi-ngi-ngi, nga-nga-nga-nga-nga…”?If you haven’t,you’d better.
Here’s my list of favourites:
1.Empeta
2.Ma Ladies
3.Cissy(I LOVE this one!)
4.Oyagala cash
5.Ndigida
6.Nsaba onyanjule
7.Mbawe
8.Bamusakata(how could I forget this one.We danced to it!And Rasta rob in his hey day.)
On a more sober note,does this guy have kids or at least a girlfriend?
Kati I was just fooling around, that is googling, when I stumbled on this site.It’s got lots of local(Ugandan) music videos.I reckon Rafsanjan Tatya(hope I got the spelling right) is K fm’s Rafshizzle omudizo.He has a blog here!
U.T.V,Toya Kilama and Sergent Kifulugunyu…
Television has come a long way.I vividly remember the days when U.T.V was the only local T.V station.Back then,you had to suffer quietly and suppress the occasional urge to smash your set,when the U.T.V guys pulled the curtain on you.Well,I don’t know what else to call 6,possibly more, strips of different colours.Every time I saw it,it reminded me of the rainbow.Come to think of it,that’s why I never had to cram all those formulas our teachers gave us,for the colours of the rainbow!Remember “Richard Okello, Your Girlfriend Betty Is Vomiting”?
Does any one remember Saturday Variety show on U.T.V in the 90s?It was quite something.I wonder what happened to Irene Kulabako.Last I heard of her,she was trying to be Uganda’s Oprah.There was also that ka-drama,Zinunula omunaku, Bibaawo and That’s Life mwattu that kept boredom from raising its ugly head.Sometimes you’d come back from school,to Sergent Kifulugunyu singing Cinderella and gyrating.My favourite video was ‘Wanziba luli,tonzibe leero”.It’s hilarious.Well,not as hilarious as Nurses and Different strokes.Eh, there was also Another life.Eh!I had forgotten to mention that preacher on T.V every Sunday morning!He’s called Charles Angley or something.
“This is the news on U.T.V.Am Bbale Francis.” That was the most boring hour in our lives.Bedtime was 9 p.m and there was this old man reading news!Lucky for us though, it was an unwritten rule to have supper at 8 p.m or there abouts.So we’d give our plates as much attention as possible to drown ki-man’s voice.I loved Beatrice Akello though.Even at that tender age,I knew she was beautiful.Oba what became of her.
Before Daniel Arap Moi(not the erstwhile president of Kenya but a reporter/news anchor with WBS T.V),Jane Joan Ayeko, and the Morris Mugisha’s of this world,there was Toya Kilama(R.I.P).He’s grasp of the English language was second only to Bbale Francis’;never mind his accent.He was,in my opinion, the only professional reporter of the time.
Then there came T.V Africa that brought us the very first T.V soaps,Sunset beach (banange where can I get its DVD or something.I just heard of it from school coz it was aired at 9 p.m-my bed time!) and Wild Rose(I at least watched this one);CTV brought us Westerns/cowboy movies.Finally,Wavah came up with WBS that instantly became the most popular local station.My sister got me hooked to those bu first telenovelas like Maria de Los Angeles.Then she managed to lure me into watching Passions.
Kati there’s NTV which is arguably the best local t.v station. It is,in the words of H.E the President of the Ghetto and Uganja,Bobi Wine, mazi mawanvu.
Love,Csaba,exams,radio shows…rambling.
Fate has a funny way of doing things.Up until recently,I never believed in love but you should see what I’ve become.Writing poems aimlessly just coz I think am falling(or even already fallen) in love.I even wrote this for her!Banange this love thing is driving me nuts!
I read that Csaba wants to leave for the top job at Hearts and I can’t help complaining.We really got to do something about our luck.Every time we are close to making history,something terrible happens.We missed featuring in the last Nations’ cup by just a goal.If only those bu-South Africans hadn’t played us,we’d have been there kicking a**!
Some morning radio shows are simply lousy.I tuned into Capital fm the other day and vowed never to listen to their show again.They are so boring.Who am I kidding?What does one expect from a team of Hakeem( the dream?!) and that other chick who up to now hasn’t realised that her attempts at being funny always back-fire.
Then there’s Roger and Aisha who are,to be very polite, loud.Between them and the ‘breakfast crew’ of Simba fm,there’s little difference.
Melanie reads adverts faster than any presenter I’ve listened to.She’s cool but her co-host does what most Budonians are masters at:boasting.There’s a part of their show called ‘Dear Sanyu breakfast’ where emails from listeners are read and their problems,mostly relationship problems, solved.While Melanie’s favourite solution is “Dump the guy,darling.He doesn’t deserve you” ,Fatboy’s advice is preposterous.
I hate exams!How do they expect me to do like 3 exams in a week and a half’s time.Never mind that said exams are not cheap.When I finished high school,I thought I’d left all this stress behind.Ah!
The Deal II
Ben Kiwanuka street was fast becoming a hotel-street.In a space of nine months,three hotels had opened their doors to customers.The relatively lower prices of accommodation ensured full bookings for all the hotels.On the right as one approached from Hotel Equatoria, was Star Hotel,owned by a son of an erstwhile politician;on the left,separated by a small park and a discotheque,were City Hotel and Hotel 68.
A tourist checked out of City hotel,much to the dismay of the receptionist,who’d been stealing a nap while on duty.When she stepped out, a Louis Vuitton bag in her right hand,she headed to the nearest public toilet,before emerging twenty minutes later without the bag.Her black hair that had previously been tied up in a pony-tail now fell on her back.She’d changed her clothes,from blue denim jeans and a white top, to a crimson dress,that accentuated her figure.
Anna Derevko was the epitome of perfect beauty.At 18,she’d received so many marriage proposals that Yekaterina had been forced to constantly move them from one town to the next.Now at 25,she turned even more heads with her dazzling beauty.She dried her sweaty hand on the crimson dress just before entering the discotheque between the two hotels.It was Anna’s habit to have fun,celebrate and mingle with the locals after every successful mission.Other than the relaxing one’s nerves,it was also camouflage.
ROME:
Luigi Salvatore was a big man in every sense of the word.He was serving his second term in office as the Mayor of Rome.He’d stood as an independent, promising to unite a city that was divided along political lines.Then, the Democratic Party, Partito Democratico, had been poised to yet again win the election.
He was reading the day’s La Gazzetta dello Sport when his middle-aged secretary, Signora Carraro got through to his office.
“Signore Salvatore, you’ve an urgent call from Kampala.The caller wouldn’t leave his name but he insisted on speaking to you and…”
“Put him through!”
“Right away, signore.“
When he answered the phone,the caller only said, “Richard Cramer is dead.Setting into motion step two of the operation” and hung up.
