Last i was here was in 2010. What a shame. didn't even do a recap of the year. But its my blog so i'll do one anytime.
Its already a few days into the year. Very hot start. Enjoying my stay home, seeing that am out of job at the moment. I survive on small deals. call me a jua kali because that's what i am. Have a new formal job offer and am meant to start tomorrow 07th February, 2011 but am not taking it. The lady of the house thinks I am arrogant, but am not going to be working for anyone pretty soon.There is no way am going to move from being a the man at the helm to working for Indians. They are paying more than i was getting but that aint tempting enough.Wonder if that makes me a racist.
My other half is in the beautiful town of Kigali and come March, ill be returning to that town to work.
Adios.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Saturday, November 13, 2010
JINJA
Yesterday afternoon i made an improptu trip to Jinja. Not a bad idea seeing that i hadn't been to this lovely town in so many months.
The time i left Kampala it was scorching hot but the farther i moved away from Kampala city and its potholes, the more the weather changed. By the time i got to Lugazi it was raining so mcuh. Cold weather really gives me ideas. There were bu-light bulbs with green bottle in them.
I reached Jinja at about 3.45pm, finished my work in like an hours time and i had the evening to myself. To my utter disbelief, took me about 15minutes walking along main street and Oboja Rd in search for a place to quench my thirst. That's when it hit me that not all Ugandans love their drink the way people in Kampala do. Or maybe coz i was looking out for a particular joint i'd been to months back and had so much fun. Back in Kampala streets are lined with offices, bar, restaurant, another bar, shop, glossary shop, another bar. Even in residential areas, bars sandwich people's homes. In Jinja it was retail shop, phone shop, pharmacy, clothes shop, bookshop, phone shop, clothes shops. No bufundas in sight. Too many clothes i guess that makes the residents very smart people.
Finally, i landed onto Mayfair Hotel. Jinja is to Nile Special as bread is to Butter. I settled down for a couple of lagers and felt so at piece. I mean, who goes to Jinja and doesn't have a beer. This is like the Munich of Uganda. Soon it was time to hit the road but as i moved i noticed a kafunda a few blocks away from which good music was emanating. I think it was called City pub. I did some quick thinking and realised one more of the 8 or 9-time international gold medal winner wouldnt be a bad idea. This place reminded me of those shacks we'd sneak into way back while in high school to have our first experiences with the bitter. The couches were old but very soft and comfy. Scattered wooden tables and blue windows and large disco speakers. I then joined a group of about 4 young men but on their faces you'd think they were 60year olds as a result of abusing alcohol. I murmur my greetings and settle down. A few minutes and we are chatting away like old time geezers. My new friends had so many interesting stories. The respect with which they also regarded me was so humbling. The most interesting of the lot was one guy whose proffession i discovered was a barber. He'd kept sneeking out between drinks to go service his clients. I pity the guy whose head he was shaving. He later returned and we got into some interesting talk. He told me about his daily life, how hardworking he is and also about his love-life. Told me about all his girlfriends, how he had met them all and how he wasn't with them anymore. However, he boasted about how they simply separate but dont really break up. This he said was due to his unmatched skill in bedroom matters. He also told me how he uses local gin as a viagra. I pitied his wife that evening seeing that he must taken an overdose on this particular evening. As they say, time rushes when you are having a good time. I was still enjoying the company of my new friends but i had to return home. One of my friends was even willing to get me some friends of the fairer sex to make my night in Jinja more memorable. All charges were to be settled by him.
All these made me realise how different Kampala and Jinja plus its inhabitants are. Down here, its every man for himself. Who can buy a stranger a drink out of the blue. There is too much greed, jealous and envy with each man trying to pull down the other.
Apart from the hustle to find a quick drink and the very high number of Indians, i think i can survive in Jinja for a month or two. I saw guys enjoying rolex on the street, the city roads are pothole free, the streets less dusty and noisy than Kampala. The big number of boda bicycles is also so annoying.
Am not hating on Kampala and i still believe it comes only second to Las Vegas.
Not so much on the return trip save for 3 text messages from 3 different people. They all had one thing in common; "can i see you". The things Kampala weather can do.
The time i left Kampala it was scorching hot but the farther i moved away from Kampala city and its potholes, the more the weather changed. By the time i got to Lugazi it was raining so mcuh. Cold weather really gives me ideas. There were bu-light bulbs with green bottle in them.
I reached Jinja at about 3.45pm, finished my work in like an hours time and i had the evening to myself. To my utter disbelief, took me about 15minutes walking along main street and Oboja Rd in search for a place to quench my thirst. That's when it hit me that not all Ugandans love their drink the way people in Kampala do. Or maybe coz i was looking out for a particular joint i'd been to months back and had so much fun. Back in Kampala streets are lined with offices, bar, restaurant, another bar, shop, glossary shop, another bar. Even in residential areas, bars sandwich people's homes. In Jinja it was retail shop, phone shop, pharmacy, clothes shop, bookshop, phone shop, clothes shops. No bufundas in sight. Too many clothes i guess that makes the residents very smart people.
Finally, i landed onto Mayfair Hotel. Jinja is to Nile Special as bread is to Butter. I settled down for a couple of lagers and felt so at piece. I mean, who goes to Jinja and doesn't have a beer. This is like the Munich of Uganda. Soon it was time to hit the road but as i moved i noticed a kafunda a few blocks away from which good music was emanating. I think it was called City pub. I did some quick thinking and realised one more of the 8 or 9-time international gold medal winner wouldnt be a bad idea. This place reminded me of those shacks we'd sneak into way back while in high school to have our first experiences with the bitter. The couches were old but very soft and comfy. Scattered wooden tables and blue windows and large disco speakers. I then joined a group of about 4 young men but on their faces you'd think they were 60year olds as a result of abusing alcohol. I murmur my greetings and settle down. A few minutes and we are chatting away like old time geezers. My new friends had so many interesting stories. The respect with which they also regarded me was so humbling. The most interesting of the lot was one guy whose proffession i discovered was a barber. He'd kept sneeking out between drinks to go service his clients. I pity the guy whose head he was shaving. He later returned and we got into some interesting talk. He told me about his daily life, how hardworking he is and also about his love-life. Told me about all his girlfriends, how he had met them all and how he wasn't with them anymore. However, he boasted about how they simply separate but dont really break up. This he said was due to his unmatched skill in bedroom matters. He also told me how he uses local gin as a viagra. I pitied his wife that evening seeing that he must taken an overdose on this particular evening. As they say, time rushes when you are having a good time. I was still enjoying the company of my new friends but i had to return home. One of my friends was even willing to get me some friends of the fairer sex to make my night in Jinja more memorable. All charges were to be settled by him.
All these made me realise how different Kampala and Jinja plus its inhabitants are. Down here, its every man for himself. Who can buy a stranger a drink out of the blue. There is too much greed, jealous and envy with each man trying to pull down the other.
Apart from the hustle to find a quick drink and the very high number of Indians, i think i can survive in Jinja for a month or two. I saw guys enjoying rolex on the street, the city roads are pothole free, the streets less dusty and noisy than Kampala. The big number of boda bicycles is also so annoying.
Am not hating on Kampala and i still believe it comes only second to Las Vegas.
Not so much on the return trip save for 3 text messages from 3 different people. They all had one thing in common; "can i see you". The things Kampala weather can do.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Skinny Dip
Not that i have a to "do list" that i follow but there are things i've always wanted to do. Things that make you wet your pants out of too much excitement, fear or just fun. Some of these ideas are as seen in movies, read in books, or just concoted in our minds on those naughty young and free days.
A few days ago i skinny dipped in the waters of Lake Victoria. The 2nd largest lake in the world. (Wait a minute, is it still that big? Last i had the EAC presidents were selling off some parts to........never mind).
Anyway on this particular saturday night none of us wanted to go through the torture of Kampala night life. Everything seems to be the same each weekend and nothin new taking place. Looks like the people even have a particular set of clothes to be worn everyweekend in Kla bars.
Time check 1am and we decide to drive to the beautiful town of Entebbe. Its me and my friend Sapho. We pick up 2 other friends, buy a few beverages then hit the road. Night was really short. All our Entebbe friends were already asleep when we arrived. Only highlights were Fussball/table soccer tournament, and plenty of "ladies of the night". We kept our hands very clean though.
Time check 5am and we decide to go check out the beaches. Once there, i jokingly suggest that we go skinny dipping. You should have seen the excitement on these guy's faces. Shoes off, trousers off, shirts off, then run at breakneck speed while removing any remaining peice of cloth. Suprising how such an act of madness was so exciting to a bunch of old guys. Little did we know we had unseen spectators in 3 little ladies and a gu-guy. Its only after their screemed cheers that we noticed their existance. We waved our boxers and asked them to join us. Just as they were about to join us, some fishermen showed up. To hell with those fishermen, increases my beef for fish. (Beef and fish in one sentence, am cool like that).
Anyway, the fishermen allowed me take their oar steered boat for a spin. Cruising a boat is so much fun. I did it just the way they do it on TV. Not untill i got so far in the lake and i had no idea how to make a turn and head back to the shore. The coolness in me advised that I jump out of the boat and swim to the shore. Who wants to be stuck in a wooden fishing boat with hot girls watching. The boat even had holes and water was entering. Like i hadn't seen them when asking to take it for a spin.
Anyway, fabulous night in EBBS, skinny dip and my first oar boat spin. Forever young indeed. Before i hit the big 3-0, someone let me know when the next Naked Mile shall take place in Kampala. There was one held 2 years back behind Bubbles O'leary but i was still "too young" to take part. Bungee jumping, that should be a CHECK as am on my way there before end of this year.
After that i shall be a good daddy and husband. I'll sue anyone who mentions my name or character in such bizzare incidents.
A few days ago i skinny dipped in the waters of Lake Victoria. The 2nd largest lake in the world. (Wait a minute, is it still that big? Last i had the EAC presidents were selling off some parts to........never mind).
Anyway on this particular saturday night none of us wanted to go through the torture of Kampala night life. Everything seems to be the same each weekend and nothin new taking place. Looks like the people even have a particular set of clothes to be worn everyweekend in Kla bars.
Time check 1am and we decide to drive to the beautiful town of Entebbe. Its me and my friend Sapho. We pick up 2 other friends, buy a few beverages then hit the road. Night was really short. All our Entebbe friends were already asleep when we arrived. Only highlights were Fussball/table soccer tournament, and plenty of "ladies of the night". We kept our hands very clean though.
Time check 5am and we decide to go check out the beaches. Once there, i jokingly suggest that we go skinny dipping. You should have seen the excitement on these guy's faces. Shoes off, trousers off, shirts off, then run at breakneck speed while removing any remaining peice of cloth. Suprising how such an act of madness was so exciting to a bunch of old guys. Little did we know we had unseen spectators in 3 little ladies and a gu-guy. Its only after their screemed cheers that we noticed their existance. We waved our boxers and asked them to join us. Just as they were about to join us, some fishermen showed up. To hell with those fishermen, increases my beef for fish. (Beef and fish in one sentence, am cool like that).
Anyway, the fishermen allowed me take their oar steered boat for a spin. Cruising a boat is so much fun. I did it just the way they do it on TV. Not untill i got so far in the lake and i had no idea how to make a turn and head back to the shore. The coolness in me advised that I jump out of the boat and swim to the shore. Who wants to be stuck in a wooden fishing boat with hot girls watching. The boat even had holes and water was entering. Like i hadn't seen them when asking to take it for a spin.
Anyway, fabulous night in EBBS, skinny dip and my first oar boat spin. Forever young indeed. Before i hit the big 3-0, someone let me know when the next Naked Mile shall take place in Kampala. There was one held 2 years back behind Bubbles O'leary but i was still "too young" to take part. Bungee jumping, that should be a CHECK as am on my way there before end of this year.
After that i shall be a good daddy and husband. I'll sue anyone who mentions my name or character in such bizzare incidents.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Annabella
So i give names to all my gadgets and my Play Station is called Annabella.
Me and Annabela are so close. We do crazy stuff to each other. One particular friday evening i made up mind to stay indoors all weekend and even adjusted my facebook status to read "Spending the weekend indoors with Annabella". Ofcourse i cheated and instead went for a party on Saturday evening. Guess what, i made acquaintances with another Annabella at the party. Dont know if my original Annabella was simply tight marking through her human relation or it was a mere coincidence. In the end i had actually spent the whole weekend with Annabella(s).
Problem now is that i can't make any more facebook statuses mentioning Annabella. People might receive the wrong message.
My next gadget shall be named Lordina after my high school history teacher Mrs Okello Nakusi Lordina.
Blessed weekend ya'll
Me and Annabela are so close. We do crazy stuff to each other. One particular friday evening i made up mind to stay indoors all weekend and even adjusted my facebook status to read "Spending the weekend indoors with Annabella". Ofcourse i cheated and instead went for a party on Saturday evening. Guess what, i made acquaintances with another Annabella at the party. Dont know if my original Annabella was simply tight marking through her human relation or it was a mere coincidence. In the end i had actually spent the whole weekend with Annabella(s).
Problem now is that i can't make any more facebook statuses mentioning Annabella. People might receive the wrong message.
My next gadget shall be named Lordina after my high school history teacher Mrs Okello Nakusi Lordina.
Blessed weekend ya'll
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Here I am.
Realised my last blog rotated so much around my personal life and it was just a matter of time before it got accessed by people i didnt want to.
Apparently someone who was meant to be my inlaw hacked into my blog, wasnt amused, and with him went a couple of people i once called friends. They also thought reason i'd kept my blog from them was that i posted about them. Such a bunch of vain guys.
Ayway like my old blog title stated, Here I Am. This time its a good read for all sorts of people. The PG18 remains though.
Missed you all.
The Blogger formerly known as Jny23ug.
Apparently someone who was meant to be my inlaw hacked into my blog, wasnt amused, and with him went a couple of people i once called friends. They also thought reason i'd kept my blog from them was that i posted about them. Such a bunch of vain guys.
Ayway like my old blog title stated, Here I Am. This time its a good read for all sorts of people. The PG18 remains though.
Missed you all.
The Blogger formerly known as Jny23ug.
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