Via Via – Entebbe

I am not one to celebrate birthdays unlike my wife who would willing make a scene if we didn’t celebrate hers. And I love my wife for that, especially the things she’s madly interested in. I’ve recently found that we are different and yet similar in many ways.

Anyway, I am not a big birthday buff, and my wife is.

When I was growing up, we rarely celebrated birthdays at home, and seeing as two thirds of us celebrate our birthdays in the first quarter of the year, we usually just celebrated one – in January and commemorated the others there after.

So, when my wife asked me what I wanted for my birthday, well, I said I wanted nothing. You should have seen her face! WHAT? What do you mean nothing? I was comfortable in having a special meal and that was it! She honestly believed I was kidding!

What is interesting though is that my mother in law and I share a birthday and so I encouraged her to focus on making her day special. I would be just fine! For the longest time, my friends and I would just go grab a beer and call it a night, and maybe get a cake. My wife went into full celebration mode.

My birthday was last week on Wednesday so;

I had the special dinner (with her) on Wednesday after grabbing a quick drink with my friends. And I was happy, and called it a birthday well spent.

Thursday is MT – Marriage Time (thanks to Winzi’s guidance, you should get in touch if you are serious about this thing) and we spent it cooking for each other and experimenting with recipes!

We were supposed to spend the weekend in Entebbe as I was accompanying her for a conference there. And that’s when we landed on this little cozy hot spot, and my my was my birthday starting. Via Via is amazing. Romantic getaway or just a get away, just go there and see how you will get away! The service is top notch, ambiance – amazing, and most of all, the people are just fantastic. Be ware not to feed the dogs! I learnt the bark way! Friday was bang!

Saturday, we had fish! How do you go to Entebbe and NOT eat fish! We convened at Kaz Gardens to wind down the evening and the birthday! It was all laughs until the games began! Please, I beg, stay away from 30 Seconds if you and your loved ones want to continue your beautiful relationship! Do. Not. Mess. With. That. Game!

Back home exhausted, I was awoken early Sunday morning for a breakfast plan – 7:00am which we were supposedly supposed to have with my mother in law but alas, it was my mother who had surprised me! What’s a birthday without the Cafe Javas’ team singing for you! Yeah! What a way to begin Sunday! And then we had to go celebrate my mother in law’s birthday there after. I could barely eat anything!

Let it be known that my prowess in eating my in-laws’ food is something I am proud of. It is not a joking subject.

Well, there was cake! And we cut cake! What a way to start and end the birthday week! It was pure joy and kudos to my wife for surprising me after asking me for what I wanted for my birthday. In case you are not afraid of losing our relationship, join me and my wife for Taboo or 30 Seconds in our new home! Fire, only!

Happy birthday C.K!

 

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Day 10…

Back home!

Sorry, got so caught because today’s

Day 12!

I thought I had stuff but she has stuff stuff! I could probably fit my belongings in a suit case or two but well, she brought home 5! I think she needs an extra room for just her clothes and more.

Home is home! We’ve quickly settled in. We are figuring it out! I think the question that’s on both our minds is how do you move from dating and being in a normal relationship to being married?

We are re-learning and re-quainting ourselves with our new roles as husband and wife! Physically and emotionally, nothing has changed but mentally, things are ticking! I mean, we are both wearing rings! I sometimes catch myself staring at my ring finger, musing at how things have changed and yet are truly the same!

Light and love

C.K

Day 3

Let me first talk about Day 2 quickly!

We arrived safely in Nairo-bae as people call it. Albeit it was just a stop over before continuing our journey!

We got to our destination point before realizing our luggage had been misplaced!

But, God’s providence has shone and continued to shine. It was delivered in the evening. My wife was freaking out though and like has happened before KQ let us down and then partly delivered.

The hotel is amazing. *Names withheld!*

This is our second baecation! Had one in 2017 and we learnt our lessons. We came prepared, and I think it’s going alright!

Day 3

I’ve just woken up!

I’ll add more onto this later!

Swimming is on the menu!

13-01-2019

Day 1

Today, when I woke up, it didn’t dawn on me that I was married! Now, much later in the wee morning hours as I wait to set off for my honeymoon, it’s creeping onto me that I am actually married!

Do I feel any different?

No! Nah!

Maybe?

Yes! Yes I do!

Yesterday was sooooooo much fun! From waking up early to preparing the groomsmen to going to church, and going to some more church, and saying We Do, to the crazy photo shoot and later party! It’s been a great time and was a great day!

Weird thing though, it seems guys had more fun at my party than I did! Like, they balled out for real!

I honestly want reviews for my wedding!

Yesterday, God did it!

1. It shone the entire day! I was worried about the rain and how crazy it would be since our wedding was at the water front! But, it didn’t rain and we had a fantastic day!

2. It feels weird, in a good way, to be wearing a ring, a freaking WEDDIN’ ring! I like it!

3. Friends came through for me! Family came through for me more! I love you guys, and if you read this, I am going to revenge kindly on you guys!

4. It feels good to be called Mr and Mrs!

5. Yeah, I got the ring! Not her, me! I got the ring! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Happy New Year folks!

CAKE!

Louder please!

I’ve always been fascinated by cake. It’s like a primal instinct to me. A party without cake is not a party to me. Honestly, I only go to parties because of cake. It seems I was cake deficient when I was growing up.

I mean, I am the kind of person to buy my own birthday cake an eat it without telling anyone.

Cake to me is like…yeah, that one thing you can’t go without!

The story behind my fascination with cake starts when I am 3! Back then, my mother and aunties used to bake cakes. They made wedding cakes, birthday cakes and the sorts. I don’t remember them being for sale but there was cake everywhere! My mother used to get the biggest plastic basin and add butter, sugar and whip it till it turned cream before adding flour nebigenderako! My job was to lick the basin after that! Then came the best part, icing! Men oh men, I’d probably eat half of it before the mixture was done. I usually keep musing at why they stopped backing! High electricity bills and the sort is all I get as an answer from them!

None the less, cake is my achilles’ heel! You know that thing that sounds provocative, yeah, that’s cake for me!

So, when I see people sharing cake on their statuses, which is twice as many this month, I am tempted to order a cake for myself and cut it. And I think I should do that now!

CAKE! 🎂

Light

In lieu of the recent stories about harassment that have come out, and the campaigns Men are Trash and Me Too, it’s brought home some very crucial thoughts.

Because I was, allows me to become what I am.

I am not a saint. I’ve done some very unquestionably stupid things. And no, not heinous but very stupid.

Society has a warped sense of what dating is these days. A society that claims men have to chase, and even if the woman says no, you have to chase even harder and many times aggressively is what seems as the norm these days. And I was of the same mind-set then but now, I see light.

When I see men get offended by these two campaigns, I honestly feel saddened by the fact that they are missing the points. The argument isn’t even against them, it’s for them.

The conversation shouldn’t be centered around the women in your life but all the women. Do WE have to wait for shit to happen to those closest to us for us to actually feel the need to act? I hate to imagine that that’s the case, and it shouldn’t!

We don’t have to see the light for us to believe that there’s light. We don’t have to experience hurt for us to believe there’s hurt out there. We need to be the light. We have to be the light. And no, I don’t speak to men but women alike. We need to go out and be the light.

I read stories of hurt out there and are saddened by how inhumane we can actually get, can actually be.

Before you speak, think about what you are going to say and the impact it is going to have. When the story of the MP who was stalked and harassed came to light, I was apprehensive. The story was painted in such a way that I’d almost sided against her! He’s young! He’s just expressing his love! He should be allowed to! He actually didn’t get physical were some of the very many disgusting things people were saying. Our social conditioning is so BAD we are quick to believe what the media says.

There’s many people who’ve been hurt out there. I once felt powerless too. Emotional pain is not something you can overcome. So be the light. Take a step back. Try and wear those shoes, and see if you are truly capable of having that opinion. We don’t have to wait for tomorrow to be a light, a beacon of hope. Reach out to those who you feel need help. Reach out to those who you believe you’ve hurt. It goes a long way to know that someone feels differently about a situation you’ve been through, or are going through.

I am a light.

Be light.

Who are you?

Imagine what it actually feels like to sleep walk and be aware of it?

Do you ever feel like life sometimes feels like we are sleep walking, partially aware of the moment but never truly grasping it?

Who are we? Who am I?

I sometimes wake up to this question. I feel like I am destined for greatness, and sometimes I feel like the days are just passing by me.

Yesterday, my famsquad and I were in Wakiso for a reach out to students in the neighbouring schools. We were there to sing and lead worship, and it was a beautiful thing. Seeing people get excited and singing along to the praise and worship was indeed uplifting. And then came a mini-talent show where each school had a few of their students come onto stage and sing, rap and recite poetry. But this is not why I am writing this!

When all was done and we were catching up during lunch, we shared a few high school stories and how we were bullied. It was sad! The sermon was talking about our identity and how most times people will remember the one bad thing you did and forget all the good works you’ve ever done. But Christ doesn’t.

It is us who guilt trip ourselves into believing that our sins are imputed and will reflect on the final judgement. Our lead pastor – Paul, talked about how sin is like a stain that Christ cleansed and yet we think that we should be the ones to do that. No, we can’t. And it brought me into this space where I wondered if I could do as Christ has done.

Love my enemies. Love my detractors. Love those that have hurt me. Love those that seek to hurt me. Love those who’ve played me for a fool.

And it further pushed me to the point of reflection! Will my enemies love me? Will those I detract love me? Will those I’ve hurt love me? And those I played for a fool?

So who am I?

Many like me and my famsquad are stuck in this space trying to figure out who we are and yet trying to be better than we are yesterday! We are on a journey hoping that every stop we make along the way is an important one.

Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian much less than staying in a coup makes you a chicken!

A church is a gathering but a gathering can’t necessarily be a church!

What makes the choice of church you go to much important to you than any other space?

We can’t change people. You only meet resistance when you do that!

Those were some mental notes in yesterday’s conversation.

I wish you all a happy week, and day.