Monday, February 24, 2014

Anti porn act, anti gay law...miniskirt ban in between

I was awake all night on twitter reading, retweeting and reading and following the arguments going on and on about the anti gay bill that was signed in Uganda at 1.56pm EAT approximately, making homosexuality illegal, the Anti porn bill was passed into law days earlier .
for some reason there has been an incredible amount of concentration on the mini skirt. its not even mentioned in the bill, so where did it come from? read here
I was absolutely aghast to find out that law makers had given men ( and I don't mean men sitting in offices in swiveling chairs) no , men in the park, down town Kampala to literally harass any woman wearing a skirt...I definitely would have said , 'nooooo, no one can okay that, until Bukedde news paper did have evidence of it
"An onlooker is moved to attack [a woman wearing provocative clothing]", Minister Lokodo has said, "He is a criminal but he was also provoked and enticed".

a woman is literally undressed in the taxi park and a pack of gawking men mock her. simply because she was wearing a mini skirt. 
an interesting comment on this on Facebook was, the men should have given her a shawl to cover up the uncovered part rather than take away what little she already had on.
further more knowing that men like these will relish in the freedom given them to do this violates women's rights, capitalizes on fear and dominance over the woman in a world that already exerts it.
with the vague implications against immorality in the bills, one wonders if any sensitization will take place to help people understand what they have been pulled into. Are we sure we can handle this?

as part of a campaign and demonstration to end abuse of human rights and in this instance of women, some Ugandans took up the cause and started a page to voice their concerns to lawmakers on the insensitivity mated out to women folk 
According to the page, a peaceful demonstration is to be organized for Wednesday, a go ahead given by the Police, from the Central Police Station in .
In less than 12 hours the page had already garnered 1500 members both  men and women talking about the bills all together and the violence perpetrated as a result thereof.
To be a part of this on Wednesday 26th February 2014, do go to facebook and like the page 'END Mini-skirt Harassment' or click Here 
Have you read the anti pornography Act? 
what are your views on it ?

where beauty lies...: Curly Sue

where beauty lies...: Curly Sue

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Curly Sue

You know how she became Curly Sue? hmm, it was Easter week in 2010, I think and Sue and I and Gary(Gilbert) and Monroe (Joel), the four musketeers then had gone out. Pretty much I WANTED  to watch a late movie, after all it was Saturday, Gary came long, whatever the plan, he was down for it and Gilbert would drive.
Already we were having a great few weeks, the guys took us out for dinner and a movie and gave us presents, that was absolutely sweet. I felt like these were and would be my friends forever .Gary was just kindred spirit for both me and Sue...we went swimming, watching movies, coffee, the works....oh and he and I started that radio thingy comparing artists... and listening to new music... he was my my insatiable appetite for new christian music... he introduced me to LeCrae and a hoooost of so many christian hiphop artists I would not ordinarily listen to;, him and Monroe started the nicknames, prolly Monroe was behind it all... I was Lucylu, Suzan was Curly Sue, and Joel was Monroe to all the boys too. lol and talking about the boys? a whooooole other blog post lol, Gilbert, we just liked to call him Gary, his middle name coz he never really used it.
So Curly Sue Stuck, pretty much and that easter was a wild one, I am absolutely sure I wrote home about it...LITERALLY.  its in one of my blogposts and I thought it was quite memorable.
one of those moments I had with Curly Sue I will never forget.
We had a moment every day, going on air, getting make up on, having a fight now and again over which guests will be interviewed, especially when Sue felt unprepared and threw me in the deep...and then...going to Javas Cafe or Cafe Pap or Ban cafe to de-stress on coffee, heavy breakfast and fries; talk about life, regrets, love, men, family, news, the show content, settle a disagreement. there was always something apart from food on the menu

I have come full circle to accepting? no not accepting but finally facing the truth that Curly Sue isn't here any more with us.
We talked last on Monday 9th September, about her new job interview and the other job she wanted to quit and did not know how to go about it. we jested like always. it was as usual
then... the call Wednesday Morning...7am...'Lucy, Sue is dead,'
that just dint sound right.
it still feels alien but at least now I know it happened.
Last month I had an emotional memorial for her, candles, coffee... and lots of tears .
For pretty much a week!
I couldn't deal before. I did everything, texted her phone, messaged her on every available networking and social networking communication site/line I could get her on. I wanted to hear from her on the other end, that nothing had changed.
that she was her usual on-off communicator that drove me nuts at times.
I talked to her all the time. was mad at her for leaving me when I needed her so bad, mad at myself for being 10,000 miles away and missing her funeral, not being there with her to be her friend all this time. Asking questions... always questions.
our favorite haunts , I could not think of how I would face them again. they were all we we went to, I didn'
t want to hear the 'sorries' too.
They would come
I especially did not want to deal.
I still miss her. not one thing... everything and its a lot to list. Just her. Curly Sue

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

purple rain

when its cold like it is today, weather is gloomy after over 6 hours of relentless rain. yes i did scowl a bit but i loved it. i got to write a poem, squeezed it out of my swarmed mind, it came through coz of the rain. its been so dry both in side of me and outside, it just could not rain in side like it used to, with new poems and stories jutting out, making me beg for release. nope. they just let on.
anyway.. its also been a really long time since i blogged and i think the familiar urge is back coz i am slowing down and taking the time to enjoy the little things and remember the things i loved, retrace my steps to the simple things that filled me with joy and the sense of accomplishment. they help you get through the maddening haze of work intrigue and bad jobs/bosses., so yes i am here for the little pleasure of release blogging offers.
yesterday someone told me i am such an open book, all they have to do is read my blog and facebook pages and they can tell what i am, so i was wondering how best i can be impersonal and aloof on my blog, but if i did i would 'dry' up on the inside and not have enough pretence to keep it going, lol.
so i guess open book is what i shall always be
purple rain, i swear the title just came to mind.
I am reading purple Hibiscus and chatting with a friend about my fave colour which is purple! and its rained so much today, trapped me at Nakumatt where i thought, oh well, why not watch Sky fall , but really? not a fan, so i skipped that, besides they wanted me to wait till like 2pm, that was my cue to leave so I did.
walked out in the rain, braved it and headed to next work station. I needed to go somewhere and bond with a computer,  I got here and wrote about purple rain
the sun has set already,(Hardly much sun to look at today) and the sky has a beautiful fading blue to black print, looks lovely, makes me think of loneliness for some reason, the sky, all raised up there , high up there feels cold and lonely...separated from life as night creeps in. hmmm
oh and i managed to get some purple rain. i am in that mood

enjoy your evening and the Liberation day.
I hope it dint rain in Kasese messing it up for them guys

Sunday, January 20, 2013

the wealth files: for keeps


 17 Ways Rich People Think and Act Differently from Poor and Middle-Class People The Secrets of the Millionaire Mind T. Harv Eker  

Wealth File #1 Rich people believe “I create my life.” Poor people believe “Life happens to me.”

Wealth Principle: When you are complaining, you become a living, breathing “crap magnet.”

Wealth File #2 Rich people play the game of money to win. 
Poor people play the game of money not to lose.

Wealth Principle:
If your goal is to be comfortable, chances are you’ll never get rich.
 But if your goal is to be rich, chances are you’ll end up mighty comfortable.

  Wealth File #3 Rich people are committed to being rich.
Poor people want to be rich.

 Wealth Principle: The number one reason most people don’t get what they want is that they don’t know what they want.

 WEALTH Principle: If you are not fully, totally, and truly committed to creating wealth, chances are you won’t.
 Wealth File #4 Rich people think big. Poor people think small.

 Wealth Principle: The Law of Income: You will be paid in direct proportion to the value your deliver according to the marketplace.

 Wealth File #5 Rich people focus on opportunities. Poor people focus on obstacles.
 Wealth File #6 Rich people admire other rich and successful people.

Poor people resent rich and successful people.

 Wealth File #7 Rich people associate with positive, successful people. Poor people associate with negative or unsuccessful people.

 Wealth File #8 Rich people are willing to promote themselves and their value. Poor people think negatively about selling and promotion. 

Wealth Principle: Leaders earn a heck of a lot more money than followers.

 Wealth File #9 Rich people are bigger than their problems. Poor people are smaller than their problems. 

Wealth Principle: The secret to success is not to try to avoid or get rid of or shrink from your problems; the secret is to grow yourself so that you are bigger than any problem.

 Wealth File #10 Rich people are excellent receivers. Poor people are poor receivers.

 Wealth Principle: If you say you’re worthy, you are. If you say you’re not worthy, you’re not. Either way you will live into your story.

 Wealth File #11 Rich people choose to get paid based on results. Poor people choose to get paid based on time. Wealth Principle: Never have a ceiling on your income.

 Wealth File #12 Rich people think “both.” Poor people think “either/or.”

 Wealth Principle: Rich people believe “You can have your cake and eat it too.” Middle class people believe “Cake is too rich, so I’ll only have a little piece.” Poor people don’t believe they deserve cake, so they order a doughnut, focus on the hole and wonder why they have “nothing.”

 Wealth File #13 Rich people focus on their net worth. Poor people focus on their working income. Wealth Principle: The true measure of wealth is net worth, not working income.

 Wealth File #14 Rich people manage their money well. Poor people mismanage their money well.

 Wealth File #15 Rich people have their money work hard for them. Poor people work hard for their money.

Wealth Principle: Rich people see every dollar as a “seed” that can be planted to earn a hundred more dollars, which can then be replanted to earn a thousand more dollars.

 Wealth File #16 Rich people act in spite of fear. Poor people let fear stop them.

 Wealth Principle: It is not necessary to try to get rid of fear in order to succeed.

 Wealth Principle: If you are willing to do only what’s easy, life will be hard. But if you are willing to do what’s hard, life will be easy.

 Wealth Principle: The only time you are actually growing is when you are uncomfortable.

 Wealth Principle: Training and managing your own mind is the most important skill you could ever own, in terms of both happiness and success.

 Wealth File #17 Rich people constantly learn and grow. Poor people think they already know.

Tuesday, January 01, 2013

a woman's work is never done

you know that song, this woman's work' so resonates with me now that i am some hours into 2013... I realize my work is just so never done and for some reason I am that woman, so i have worked through out the holidays and today i could not bear being home and yet there is so much to do so I headed on to work. still working I was thinking about marriage and the fact that so many times you hope you can get married so you can rest but i feel that that's an illusion for any woman, if anything, we work harder married than when we are single. look at today's woman, she is a career woman, a mom, mother, wife, friend, lover and has practically a zillion jobs, the moment she is done with the office, she heads home to make sure the maid did her part, the kids are fed and happy, homework is done, meal is cooked and her husband needs attention. by the time she is done looking after the home and everyone innit, its way way past midnight and she is hopping to have 'me' time but wait, its way past midnight, right? so no 'me' time, she is too tired and needs to sleep and the whole cycle starts all over again her work is just never done, so when does the woman rest? i figured never, which makes me wonder if all the girls that decide to marry super wealthy guys so they can 'chill' actually chill? or is it some of our lot to work forever? just thinking Happy 2013!

Monday, August 06, 2012

last years' stock

this is another of those really random posts. iam tired and can't seem to wrap my head around anything... i have two books to read actually....4 if i count the other two of the frist book...its a trilogy, see... 50 shades of know that book? the E.L. J ames one thats sending every woman to the bookstore far and wide emptying them of any hard cover of the trilogy? yes that one. i have a soft copy. i am contemplating buying it. so far...iam not won over yet. like a friend of mine gave his honest opinion of it, lol, 'a mills and boon on steroids,' that was funny! i dont think i will buy it because i dont think i will read it again or go back to it, above all things i dont think i would like to have it lying round my house or in my things because, it is one of those flash in the pan sort of books. not anywhere close to 'classic'. then again in 2050, it could be a classic for my great grand kids. who knows? but so far, for feel good reading and escapism sake, i shall brave on and read to the end. this pretty amateur story. but not now.... so what was your weekend like? MINE, a maze of possiblities, what ifs and actual events... possibilites: i could have gone to Jinja for the night on the nile thingy? yup i think thats what it was called, escape the pollution of kamapal, buzz and noise and be bohemian for a 48 hours. listen to amazing world music, sit by a bonfire, lseep in a tent and listen to the nile whister its ancient secrets to me , lull me to sleep. wear jeans and not comb my hair for the entire time. maybe play limbo and laugh loudly at the wind...with the wind. smile at the moon and write a poem, stories, free. what ifs: i could have gone to panamera... (i think thats the place) with so-and-so...and had a nice meal accompanied by the lull of michael nyman or mozart or Bach, maybe a throw in of Vanessa Mae, i donno...clink a glass of wine with so-and-so and then roll back on to a huge four posterbed, laden with pillows of all shapes sizes and colours, gotten an awesomely much needed relieving massage and fallen asleep listening to so-and-so read 'the little duck dance ' to me actual events: because none of them happened, i went out twice to watch 'silent voices' second time round, i slept...not saying it was lousy, if anything it was far from that, a brilliant piece , well delivered, poignant and affecting enough....but... i was tired and instead of my botched date with mr. T.A. who totally forgot about 'us' meeting (i looked forward to discuss poetry and drink coffee against a dreamy background of a certain cafe) i met S.N. in a spontanoeus moment and had dinner, talked about life, our lives, plans, dreams, the future, our fears over spaghetti bolognaise and hot chocolate and went home. so what are you going to do this week?

Friday, May 04, 2012


its been a depressing year, i swear, from one bad thing to the next and it doesn't get better. it just keeps climbing gradually to an eventual downpour...heavy one like today's. there are bad years and there are BAD years! this is one of those BAD years! anyhow its been raining this afternoon, cramps is killing me, i am staring at my PC totally unable to do anything constructive because staring at it for too long just gets my head throbbing like a thousand nails or insects are gnawing into the very core of my brain cells. i have a project to do that could cost me quite a lot when i am done with it however... i botched it up by misunderstanding the instructions meaning i have to REDO it...and in a week which is hardly possible unless i am some super hero... i am thinking of ways not to 'panic' so i can sort it but i am so unable to right now with cramps clawing away at my sanity. i like the fact that it rained, but i do feel like i am losing the fight. i am not fighting anymore. God tells me he is fighting for me and that's all i need to believe now because Life is a big blur of confusion and problems and there is no tangible way out.i wish i were a kid again, no problems, no deadlines, no debts, no messed up relationships or pain or nothing...simply the worry of not being fed, not doing homework and your best friend ditching you because you refused to give them a pencil... anyhow now that i am way grown up i guess i have to face my mountains only that to God i am still a child , so ama hide behind him and tell him to face all the issues in my life right now, seeing i am too cowardly to climb up NSSF building to he 7th floor and jump!