sleep

now i know why they say sleep like a baby
my mind is racing haven't had good sleep for 48 hours
this is supposed to be a blog
may be i should do more to make it constructive any ides ?????
anyone

pipa i love you

all falls down

judith
there is not much i can say . but i hope you got though the server crash .
my server is up and running
am good i hope emily's plans are ok i care about you
who ever still cares about this musoga am still here for my wifey and my mami and for everything it worth my daddy that dark horse which i so admire . daddy i will get you one day . i promise on my grave

i love you judith like the cast loves your skin xxxx

Practice, Practice.

Last week, during one of the long nights I had to spend in the office, I had to turn to telly at some point to psych me up. What did I watch- a soap! One of the several Spanish Telenovelas on TV. Had quite long name, I can’t remember it.
Anyhow, what always strikes me, is how these guys use endearments!!! They really ‘shower’ themselves. I imagine being called anything apart from my name or the common ones!!! It got me back to one of the several past telephone conversations I’ve had with This Musoga. I remember trying that stuff on him, punctuating each sentence with ‘My Love’!!! At the end of my word parade, a long silence ensured on the other end.
Then finally, ‘Akora, are you OK? Is anything wrong?’
I think Reverse Psychology was getting to This Musoga!! Himself only says those things, in excess, nga he wants you to pull some extra ordinary feats!! But when I tried, I must have sounded like I was going bananas!!
I think I’ll limit ‘My Love’ to the screen, since it’s there on those long days.

Do you remember this last year?
Rachael, This Musoga finaly learnt to delegate. Alexis taught well!!
Imagine my shock at getting flowers on 14th. I must’ve been walking on cloud nine that day that I was even spared running the End of Day!!!

V- Day battles

I must profusely apologise for the updates drought that’s been going on here. In Ugandan- speak, it’s due to unavoidable circumstances.
V- day blues!!!
Last year, at this time, I was in mourning, This Musoga had decided to relegate the day. It would have otherwise gone unnoticed for me, except Himself decided to call a day earlier and very well inform me not to expect anything. In the end, it was more of a reminder of what wasn’t, which was quite……………. (I lack a word there!)
This year, I decided, I wasn’t going to be the one caught on the wrong foot!! I was going to beat the odds, even if Himself decided to call a day before, I was going to beat him to it!!!! The guns came out from the mid- Jan. I tell you, I was winning!!!!
Last Saturday, Max called me and was singing the calypso song “O my commanding wife…..”. Well, I was going to destroy This Musoga’s life!! There even existed a song for this battle! Winning was on my side.
But then it got stolen from under my feet. This Musoga had a bug and my big mouth landed me in problems!! I was put on katebe, eeh, I was now benching!!!
There was nothing a quick fix wouldn’t do! Be Prepared!!! As soon as the coast was clear from all issues, plan was back in action!!!
I think my efforts have been rewarded, as of last night, I was kindly informed that a stranger will give me a call!!
That stranger had better call; else, I’ll sue for leading me on!

Papa, Happy Valentine’s Day, You beat me to it, again.

And Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone else!

Naija Tales

Many people have been warning me that I may soon pick up Nigerian habits because of my daily interactions with them.
So far, I've stuck to my Ugandan ways and I think, their pronunciations of some words are tongue- twisting. But there's no escaping the heavy Os and they are really working up a sweat trying to pronounce Ugandan names. For instance, there's a Nalweyiso, Kyeyune, Agonzibwa. I think we've to tell them that sometimes it's easiest to call people by their first names. One of the directors has insisted my name's Nigerian. I've given up convincing him otherwise.
Basically, it's full scale comedy up in here!!

On Saturday, Puli and I went to a shop on Buganda Road that sells kitenges and such. Suprise suprise, the shop is owned and managed by Nigerians. After our initial giggles we got down to business with the attendant. And he goes,
"How may I be of service to you, mama?"
"Anything in particular you are looking for, mama"

We were just really amused by the 'mama', at this point.
So while we were making up our minds, he brings a book over. A customer's book so they can keep you in their contacts and get in touch with you when they've new stuff.
Anyhow, we list a number.
Then the killer came,
"So mama, let me be your papa"
I died. The effort of hiding our amusement was too much to handle. We simply burst out laughing in his face.
He didn't give up.
He continued, "Tell papa anything you want, mama"
My reply,
"I'll tell Papa what I want"
It was an effort walking out of the shop, they must've thought we were high on something!