…my head hurts…

My head’s throbbing. I don’t why. But it is. It hurts like a bitch. How that makes sense is beyond me, I won’t even try to make sense of it. It will just add more weight to the pulsing that’s going on in my cranium. Haha, cranium. I like to use big words. Why settle for a four or five letter word when there’s clearly a bigger and better alternative.
I can’t really remember much about last night except perhaps her face. She was pretty. They always are. We had an argument, but it was resolved the only way we know how.
A silence passed between us for what may have been forever.
“So you’re serious about this, there’s no turning back?” asked she.
There was a pause.

This just in…

…so there was this costume party, right…

If there’s anything I have learnt from the whole “plan-my-party” thing, its that I hadn’t considered one small thing. If I had, the whole thing would have read, “Plan & Host My Party for me while I sit back and have a blast.” What happened was this, I played the part of headless chicken with loads of gusto and zeal… and passion and dedication.

Come to think of it, I have also learnt that there are in fact some people in this wonderful country of ours that is ready for the CHOGM thing, that understand what bringing a bottle is all about. There is also a small portion of said people that know what costume wearing is all about… some to a “hole” new degree.

In my defense, I was a handy man called April not so much because I am THAT creative…or into that sort of thing… the truth is I discovered the name on the overall waaaay after I’d worn it. If you have attempted to wear an overall you can attest to that small fact, it takes a heck-load of time putting it on that when you’re done the last thing on your mind is reading what’s written on it. So,yes, I’d have worn it even if it read “Antichrist” or worse still, “Bebe Kool”.

Dante gets points (come on you guys, you musta seen THIS coming…) for his cunning plan. To the untrained eye, he was wearing a black outfit…. But, upon closer inspection he was a styled up grim reaper…nay, Johnny Cash… What works here is the fact that he can wear this “costume” anywhere and get away with it.

Dee’s outfit was… Hole-y…and solicited a similar reaction when it presented itself clinging on for dear life to her body. Speaking of Holy…

Baz’s Reverend Pimp Bizzle Managed to be at the end of many a joke…. My favourite came in from “the boda boda rider” who lamented thus, “As if its not enough that they are taking little boys, now they are taking the hot chics!”

The upcoming local artiste… aka Cassidy… aka Harry Potter loses points for being confusing, but he earns them back for the simple reason that he sounded nothing like a local artiste and we were all grateful that he didn’t try to sing.

The Catholic School Girl just earns them …JUST!!

The fairy put a spell on many of us and I’m sure you may have read about her on some other blog.

Sharon Stone gets points because we are eternally grateful that she looks nothing like her namesake; the actress once revered for crossing her legs…or not.

The Beggar showed that in as much as we are loath to admit it, they too can bring sexy back…

Now that we’re done with the lengthy intro… here are the pics… not all of ‘em… I had to sieve through 99 pix to get here…

Re: The Costume-Bottle Party Thingy

Suddenly, and without warning, the Nokia; “Blade Series” was unleashed.

So I Say Thank You For The Moslems

“So I say
Thank you for the music Moslems, the songs Im singing fast they ended
Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing
Who can live without it ‘em, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance moon or a star
What are we?
So I say thank you for the music Moslems
For giving it Eid to me”

Before all that…

Re: plan my party

Its been a tedious process coming up with something that works for all and sundry and I hope I have this figured out. First off,THANKS a lot for all the ideas. They were dully noted.

The final verdict is thus… we shall party in a tunnel with stripping teddy bears hook up and party in Kansanga… or Bugolobi. I’ll update that as soon as I’ve cleared that minor detail.

Its a bring a bottle affair, so it would be really cool if y’all brought some awesome drinks that do not include good ol’ H2O. I’m sure we can find that.

It is also a costume party so be creative with your outfits… nudity does not count as creativity, that’s just wrong. But given that it might be in the Kansanga region; Home to Al’s Bar (which in turn is home to some sluts), you might score you some.

I will update this page with the exact location. Date and time are Saturday from 9pm…

One year, One week later…

You get the feeling, as you grow older, that something will change, that you can look back and feel a certain sense of accomplishment. It doesn’t always work that way. Yes, I can take a walk down memory lane and reminisce and feel pretty good about the year gone by…but I find that it is temporary, short term even.

I can opt to be a negative ned about the whole thing or be cheerful and live life as it comes to me. From where I’m standing, that’s boring. I have got some sort of new resolve though.

I’ve decided to brown nose and get done with my degree at the university for once and for all. Curiously the decision has not come to me out of that chat we had, Dennis. I’m way too big headed to really give a shit about books. I am loathe to admit it, but I feel like some sort of wimp for failing to stand my ground and say Fuck Education! And move on with my life. Its worked well for Rev, and I certainly wish I could hold the same resolve.

It certainly isn’t because I am tired of meeting relatives that feel the need to ask me when
I am graduating every two weeks. I considered, for a while, wearing a tee-shirt that had the words, “Never to Graduate”, but from what I gather negative thinking has never really helped anyone. The alternative would be “Sod Off”, but I would sooner have greater success playing monopoly with a lobotomized chimpanzee than getting the message across to onlookers. Such is life.

The truth is, I feel I owe it to my family. They’ve stuck by me through thick and thin and lord knows I have been massively big-headed (yeah, literally and figuratively. See how dissing yourself kills the moment?) and refused to follow the path that they deemed fit.

The second reason is probably the fact that it kind of bothers me that I will be at the university at the same time with my sister. This would be all hanky-dory if she were my twin, but seeing as she isn’t, that’s every shade of fucked up.
I also feel a need to get my life in order. I suppose one could say there’s shit I’ve been taking for granted… people even, and I’d love to say that’s all going to change, but I really have no control over some of these things. I want to, but I can’t,

I’ve realized this year-past that a great number of my friends are bloggers. And I would so love to get into the how we met thing, but what’s the point? Why look back when what really matters is what’s in front of you…

I have also resolved to stop jumping from job to job. It was glamorous and all and there’s a certain feeling of Organisational-immortality I picked up, but its really hard to answer potential employers when they ask you why you left your last job. From what I gather, its generally not a good enough answer to say, “just!” and then smirk. Maybe that’s what I am getting wrong, maybe if I said, “just” and started bawling and wailing that would make an impression. Maybe.

I’ve gotten tired of saying we are not ready for CHOGM. I can only go on and about a topic for so long. What do you take me for? The Red Pepper? Harry Sagara? I will say this, the visitors are obliged to say they are crazy about our country no matter what. Sure we have people on the job, guys who started planting trees last week. Not to worry, the Ugandan variety of tree is the quick growing kind. We should see some sort of progress some time next year. While the visitors are here, we shall be encouraged to refer to them as “baby trees”. It will be politically incorrect to refer to them as “little”.

I am done bitching about the state of the country and people Caught Hoarding Our Global fund Money. I mean, when you think about it, who would be any different if they were placed in the same situation. I mean, with that kind of money, you would be able to send your kids to the best schools, have yourself a set of wheels that can withstand pot-holes, nay, create  them… and you could just as easily build a house that could  rock you to sleep and change your shoes and avail state of the art entertainment that would mysteriously block images of suffering sick country mates. “ Seriously, if I’d known there were people in need of the money, I wouldn’t have taken that much…but as it is, my TV doesn’t broadcast Ugandan suffering. Just CNN… the American one.”

Incidentally, if all goes well (read; cheque maturity and goodwill) I should have the costume drink up thingy over the weekend. I have three potential venues, so I can’t confirm anything just yet.

I want to be able to look back and feel that I have accomplished something, anything. So here I am once more, the path of life, presented with a fork in the road. I look at it and make my first step wondering whether I really want to take the path that goes straight ahead or veer off somewhat and see… Time will tell.

No Daughter Of Mine Will Have A Teddy Bear!