Ordinary thought….Life principles…

It just hit me that i missed the gal of my dreams courtesy of my high school stupidity which was courtesy of my raging identity hormones while growing up. Am just puzzled at how stupid i must have been and how she felt when she sought to get an answer from me. She was not yet that pretty though, she was still maturing into the woman she is right now. Am torn between what i stand for and what i should do. Am puzzled more less that i think i lost the chance even when given a second chance. Right now she is so into that Gu- dude i think i might give up already.
Enuf of that chapter now, the title has nothing to do or might actually have a slight inkling to what i wanted to talk about. Yes, life principles….I have been looking and am still looking for that bloody thing that defines me…and here are a few suggestions…

Ok, we all know that here in Uganda, the profession you seek is not necessarily the one you end up doing after you done and dusted with that degree encasing in your ka-one bedroom shack. So, why not become a business man, every profession is a business…MAN…(you know the way Jay-Z say it).

Ok, they are types of businesses but for Ugandans, any good business that has a strong foundation is based on the key principles of Agrobusiness, Agriculture. So, when am done and shit skulls( slang for ” if everything fails”), why not go and do what my ancestors used to do. Gather and plant crops, maybe do a little hunting. Its about survival for the fittest. just saying.


This is where the money is. I mean, Africans spend 50% of there time trying to hustle and the rest, politics….corruption, eating and using donor money because it is for free. I could survive on that. just have to be a ka-MP for some ka-fake region that barely exists. And let it rain, like Lil Wayne said.

OR be Me, Architect.
It is not surprising that even after 4 years of study, am not sure I want to be an architect, maybe because the system tends to think us Engineers who draw buildings. I am lost, and trying to find this path that i chose to take four years ago. But, anyways, when am done and dusted and have that ka-degree of oba second class upper, everything will be ok, I will be a businessman, a farmer and that ka politician and also an Architect.

We cant go Forward while looking  back.          president Obeezy ( boondocks fans) Or President Barrack Obama.

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Just another Poem

I slowly stared
not in wonderment
not in awe
not in amazement
but just stared
to take in the full view
of her naked body
silky smooth but rough textured
her skin was
her boobs, round, cupped
not pear shaped
tiny but not that tiny
but fitting perfectly in my hand
She looked away, not shy
but just looked away
afraid that i wouldnot stop staring
staring i continued
This miniature stature of mine.
my concrete babe.

Ramdom thoughts…..

Ok, what a recess? I have had this on my mind for quite sometime that its literally about to explode. Without further ado….I present, my recess?

I finally understand the concept of Ying and Yang after finally meeting my Ying, I say Yind because it sounds female. So, this ying thing has gotten my recess alot more exciting, not in the sense that we finish each others sentences but more on that we think alike, do alike and best thing ever, total opposites…..goodnews is, she is not running away, she is my fav cousin Billi…Verina as others call her, but this is her last week in the country as she will be returning back to her new home country and there ends my worthwhile recess. Its not very many times that you meet people who think crazy like me.

I have grown up. I last blogged a month or two ago and thats is scary but anyway, i have now two months added onto my age. So, am twenty something years and a few months plus two old since i last blogged.

Many accustomed to reading this know i have issues with the ladies but i have decided to fore go or those bu things that i look out for like over hanging fore heads, pimples, scars and the like….and start to look for that one otherwise i might be left alone in this cold cold world.

There was a time, when hercules had a true love and that was the source of there strength and weakness…..now, there was a time when she was the one and the only…there was a time…”I’ll be back’. Lets just leave it at that.

Am in still in bloody school and this education system is just wearing and tearing me apart there doesn’t seem to be light at the end of the tunnel.

Of varying perceptions, i have a friend and she is a sex addict, does anyone out there have a cure for this addiction, I mean its worrying…They did it in a car, phone booth and in one of the toilets in those popular bars out there. very scary….if there are any cures, holla….

My friend is soon going to be a daddy. ( a second, i need to confirm, it may have happened already but even still, i would be among the first to know), so, yes, and he is with me…Mine, a few years, dude is in scary shit, swimming with octopi…octopuses whichever it is! dude, good luck…

I just needed to blog something…..bloody hell.