I’m going to be away for a while.

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!

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!

I’ve been trying to figure out who I really am for years now.In short,trying to be my own psychologist and psychiatrist.

I speak another regions language more fluently than some of  its locals,I’m usually not violent and I’ve irrepressible curiosity that has led me into more trouble than the year has days!My concern isn’t only  the non-violent persona but other questions whose answers still elude me.Why do I act the way I do sometimes?If you shot me today,I wouldn’t retaliate but tomorrow,you may not be too lucky.

In my entire life,I’ve been violent exactly,2 times but on neither occasion did I draw any blood.Even after dissecting frogs and rats in A’level biology practicals,human blood’s still high on the my list of dreaded things,a couple of places behind snakes.

The first time I made fists with the intention of hurting someone was way back in P.2.Heart racing,un-bllinking eyes,laboured breathing;I was angry.I don’t recall what triggered it but I remember the consequent actions vividly.

Our fight was very short-lived.At most,it lasted 2 minutes.He swang his come to punch me,straight in the face.I ducked my head,Evander Hollyfield style,and punched him in the stomach.That was the end of the fight.The adrenaline in my blood made me do the inevitable.I hurried out of class.

The only other time I was violent was 5 years after that incident.That time my opponent was my best friend then.It was around the time when I knew and had watched more Kung-fu/Wu shu movies than any kid in school.So you can imagine the moves I pulled on my opponent.

In the recent past I’ve been called a coward more times than I care to remember.Simply because I prefer to use non-violent means to solve dispute(and believe me,disputes are my daily bread).I admit that am not Ghandi but violence has never solved anything,for me at least.

So why don’t I use violence?Is it because I dread the outcome of such fights,that I’d emerge the loser?Or is it a strategy I’ve subconsciously learnt to avert danger.If so,then it is its success as an averter that made it a trait worth learning.

Why does life have to be so complicated?Exams,work,kids,marriage…

It’s for that reason that I will encourage my kids to enjoy their childhood.The innocence of childhood can’t be replaced,nor the support.You just ask for things and daddy or mummy will get them for you.You live the life of a king!

Today,as I listened to Kool and the Gang’s “Celebration”,I realized how much I miss my innocent childhood,but above all the music.I remember dancing to Yvonne Chaka-chaka hits,unleashing new strokes whenever Kofi Olomide played on radio and bobbing my head to Lucky Dube songs.

What I’d give to turn back the hands of time;to be that little boy again.To play football till late in the evening,play nintendo video games again,sit on the laps of loving uncles and aunts,live without a care in the world…

I’ve an exam coming up and my head is about to burst.I better get some sleep…

Akon:
Huh,so Akon is coming to Kampala for real!For the guys who mind their pockets,we’ll have to part with 30,000.That could buy me some airtime,take me out and some friends.But I don’t want to think about it coz it’s AKON we’re talking about here!

Oneuganda.com:
Some creative guy thought it’d be good to have our own social networking site,just us Ugandans.Too bad the site doesn’t have much to show for all the fuss that’s been flying around about it.

Nicholas Sarkozy:
Tit for tat must be a fair game,i think.Just after divorcing his wife,His Excellency hooked up and hitched Bruna.Not to be left out,his ex wife waited just long enough for her ex husband to settle,before she also got married.Now am not really a believer in love(falling in love) and that’s why.if you stumble and fall in love,next time you instinctively watch your step.fall in and fall out of love.

Liverpool Vs Man-u:
The last time i felt like killing a supporter of a rival team was when Arsenal humiliated Livrpool,not once but thrice!Just as i was starting to come to terms with such dangerous emotions,Man-U thrashed us 3-0.Never mind that we were one man less for most to the game,thanks to Xavier Mascherano who for all the player he is,he lacks in manners.After such matches,I wish the coach lived somewhere in Uganda or at least in Africa.