The Adrenaline Rush

I was running away from home, why, it was getting dark and i needed to get somewhere. So i rushed passed the door then into the compound only to be met by my neighbour’s dogs,surprised them as i was, we both run in different directions. Then we both realised we had a strong front and decided to turn back and pursue the other, so first it was FLIGHT, now it was FIGHT but i forget, i hate man’s best friend so i run away as fast as my legs could master, then i bumped into my girlfriend who was startled. The first thing out my mouth was, ” Please chain your dogs because they are stalking me,”….. Thats not the issue here,

So i was reading something with to many flaws all i was thinking is this guy sane, why does everyone want to talk about and its various forms and there beliefs. besides, its my conclusion that if you are in a pre-teen or your relation is based on the present situation like studying, think otherwise and do not go for it. What am saying is, teenage relationships are stressing needless to say a dream coz all they talk about is children and there future plans well there things to worry about.

I have many squirms with people and many have called me beastly but what do you do when a fool asks the wise for an opinion, the wise give the truth lest be scolded for misleading, but when fool attacks the wise for the advice given, it leaves me puzzled. If i could juxtapose a well illustrated photo to this theory, may be proof will be¬†sufficient. Anyhow, reason is this is the kind of english my roomie has picked up over the past month, reason, he is competing with queen, i really don’t care. So he is up all night playing scrabble as my sweet dreams get distorted with visions of him. Why, love is gay, its a mere waste of time, teens out there, this is not wbs teens talk but heart breaks occur for real, and the world would be a better place if , sorry, 29 Iranians were hang today………that monster of a president, speechless, listen to Viva la vida.


39 HOURS and still counting.

Being a good boy is what i have tried to portray so when my mums call me up on Wednesday morning and says she has some errands to run, i cant refuse but jump to the occassion, besides my current situation of brokeness was top reason as to why i answered that call. Problem was, it was 7.58 am, seriously, how dare i wake up at such an un-godly hour with my recess at and in hand.

So, 8.00 am sees me out of bed and running aroung my residence for a quick breakfast, a cold glass of water does it for me and am off to town. knowing this work is basically manual, a pair of deep blue jeans and a t-shirt also does. So of i go to her office where as expected, the white colar and creme- de la creme of ugandan society happen to work, Workers house. I decide to walk to Wandegs for my taxi since its easier getting one going there. Its also part of my “new experience every day” and “slimming diet work out”.

I walk to Wandegs and on my way, i happen to meet a group of nice looking chics, my heart races but suddenly comes to a stand still since i have bidness to do. I have my I-pod on and these are the advantages,

i)You can pass any one you don’t want to talk to and pretend you didn’y see them

ii) Best way to carry you play list around.

¬†iii) It’s the in thing, need i say more. cool, aint it.

so with this gadget and loud music, i pad to Wandegs, jump on to a taxi and off to town. In town, nothing eye catching so i continue my stroll to Workers house, there am lucky to have the lift all to myself. Its frustarting sharing a poorly ventilated lift in Ug with our postmen. I hop on to the fourth floor, usually it takes a hallo but because of the new secretary, i am forced tosit in the waiting area. But a few phone calls and and am already seated in my mums office.¬†I quickly need to get out of that area because here you can’t use¬†the I-pod “shuffle”, so¬†ear phones off, i greet nearly everyone in the office.

Damn, that was close, the office is half full/empty so i am out. I get the cheddah,¬†monies, dimes and head on for bweyogerere where in short, i spent half the day ferring bricks from owner to site, counting them, here the “cubans” go on about there escapedes¬†with the village hoes, girls and grand mums, very interesting. Also due to lack of quality shops, i resorted to eating sugar canes, that was it, plus haggling with the¬† dudes there to give me at a cheap price. Alao getting grimy and dusty.

On my return, its like i have been cave hunting or probably digging ant hills, am all brown, dusty, with a layer of dust for skin. I make few phone calls and am picked for lunch at 8.00pm, time check, the day is over, the night begins.

I have been on strike for these bars that operate when campus is closed coz thw customers are few and more or less the women, so i was on stand still but when my freinds called and said there was free transport and definately me and the boys were rolling, even morphius would have gone instead of saving the world. I quickly prepared  and waited.
                       9.00pm to 10.58,
Me; its time to go guys, we have to make roll call today besides they hired a costa for the guys on campus.
Flowless; let me first finish this episode of Every body hates Chris. The bar is not going anywhere!
Marvo; man you guys, you have been saying that for the past three hours.
So we had to go, besides, we had only watched it for two hours.

Am sorry folks, these first few hours, the 15 or so will have to be like this, the others are coming, this dude in this cafe is chewing my dimes. Hey dude, you going to start giving me free time for the monies ave given you. Peace out,……Flow-less,…

To You.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† , to whoever it may concern, a day older, a week, a month, a year, more reason to achieve, more reason for the coffin guy in Katwe to smile, more reason and purpose as to why you were created, the more we relinquish in you beauty for those who you know, more jealousy and more appreciation. This is my Birthday speech,, you dont have to accept but allow…………all the best. July¬†21 of every year shall not go unnoticed… as usual, can only say “live to blow many candles” and you rock. AM OUT.


Today is Sunday july 06, 2008
Today i woke up early, round 7.00
Today i went home and watched teli
Today i watched tito’s story
Today autism sounded fancy
Today being autistic was on my mind
Today i realised i could be better
Today i went and visited my siblings
Today i almost witnessed an accident
Today 2 children survived being knocked
Today i comfirmed Ugandan taxi drivers are insane
Today i accepted that most Ugandans are illitrate
Today i didn’t eat lunch
Today i saw a great poet
Today being autistic meant your brain was highly
very intelligent
Today i comfirm a dry spell
Today comfirms many months of singleness
today is still today no matter where i go

A man scorned….. a fake heart break!

My roomie had this thing going with his friend’s ex,( this¬†is, partially¬†a true story if,but if¬†i get¬† burned, then its conclusive.) So they initially began claiming they are all heart breakers and they dedicated to each other “Heart breaker” by Will-iam, so this is how it went down. My roomie’s perspective.
¬†“I have been in many relationships and this one is easy( kawa) so am good.” he was telling me. My roomie is i would say at that pivotal stage in young adults where they assume responsbilty and soon begin to cock or pump there chests. Like the Cock he was, the hen was i think attracted to his comb. So he tells her he is a heart breaker, things are promising as am soon binned (locked out by room mate¬†coz his busy), this goes on probably for weeks.
The big thing is nearing, the annual end of academic year course dinner,( i had no date for real), she is top of the list. At this point, there is nothing left to salvage, he is down right into her, venus fly trap, black widow style, things are going down.
Then his heart is broken, seriuosly, you should have seen the heart of a heart breaker. He was so into her, he walked her to her hall every morning, 1.00am, he gave him his food. This girl was everything he had dreamed of. But he was a heart breaker, and the girl was easy. So his heart gets broken, the girl doesn’t want to be touched, nor be associated with this dude. A man scorned tries as much as possible to forget but what the hell, his heart is arching, my the gods be with him.
To all weak dudes, never throw yourself props coz you stole a guys woman, they are the heart breakers.
A man scorned, my jacket was burnt, sorry, my ex threw my jacket away. Seriously, how desperate can one be to do such a thing.