A mother’s prayer- Tina Fey


Originally posted on chatter:

First, Lord: No tattoos.

May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged,

for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the crystal meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half

And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony…

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Being average – not for you! #GetPut

Originally posted on Mark Maish:


I’m seated on a wooden bench under a makuti shed located at a vantage point deep in the heart of a national reserve watching a herd of elephants grazing peaceful below, oblivious of the chaotic world out there. A fortnight ago I handed in my final year project which marked the end of a 5-year pursuit for my Undergrads. Faced with the biggest dilemma of my life, I traveled down to this remote camping site in south coast to strategize on my next step. The decision I’m about to make is to either take the job offered or turn it down and instead follow my passion which happens to be unconventional.

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Mr Price comes to Acacia Mall

Mr Price comes to Acacia Mall

Originally posted on fashionpolice256:


On Thursday evening, the Mr Price and Bossini brands at Acacia Mall will be launched in pomp and colour at an invite-only event to be headlined by a fashion show dubbed – Mr Price and Bossini Feel Good Collection 2015.

The Challenge

For the first time ever, 3 of Uganda’s renowned fashion stylists will go head to head to put together fashionable combinations from Bossini and Mr Price.

The fashion show will host 3 top Uganda fashion stylists namely:

  • Brenda Nambi
  • Brenda Maraka
  • Rafael Kasule

The above three will be competing for the position of best/ leading fashion stylists in a fashion show featuring Mr. Price and Bossini brands. 
The over all winner will receive a cash prize of Shs 4 million the first runner-up will receive Shs 2.5 million.

Fashion Show Themes

Mr Price Collection Featuring:

  • Smart casual working attire
  •  Sporty theme – Majorly create sporty inspired looks that can…

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He giveth and taketh away.. Learning to still give praise


It was the best of times it was the worst of time,

4 months ago my nephew Ronald had a boda accident at home in Rubanda, Kabale

With no broken bones, thank God, he checked into Mulago on 10th December 2014.

I spent almost every night at Mulago Hospital fearful, waking up before dawn to shower and go about my daily duties – a few noticed the lack of sleep, many had no clue.

Some of my best shots I took out of the hospital window, sharing on Instagram http://www.instagram.com/dannyt_ug.

I even wrote about the rot (pun intended), the mess and the meds on my silent blog 

I learnt patience and humility, to be grateful for small mercies for hospital food – to make friends and be nice to strangers – you never know what struggle they are going through.

People passed on to the left and right, Ronald could breathe on his own without the lobotomy tube, smile at his sisters’ jokes and move his arms but was never really conscious. He was off medication and under palliative care – fighting bed sores with all we had.

Last Thursday, Ronald checked in at Kabale Hospital. Yesterday 8th April 2015 he checked out, a 28 year old man in the evening of his life, now lost to us….

We are grateful for all that stood with us during this time. May God Bless you all.

He giveth and he taketh away, (even when it is hardest ), may His name be praised.

Gulliverish Travels


In a battered old Toyota Noah squeezed between a lithe Langi girl and a talkative little man, I lean forward so I don’t have to feel the bumps as much.

This is the return journey of my inaugural visit to Kitgum. A side trip to surprise a wonderful 40:40 volunteer, but that is a story for another.
The journey to was full of eagerness and in a half-full bus, even the heat was bearable, the bumps weren’t as obvious –

There is no signpost in sight. Beside the road peace monument and scars, debris, memoirs of the LRA war.
I don’t know where I am and the murram road and discomfort leaves me asking myself at every stop (bathroom break, checking on relatives), are we there yet?

I turn on my Google Maps as long as the battery will allow.
Between spots of GSM network I manage to get an inkling of where I could be. But the actual journey is longer than Google predicts –

Suddenly light (can’t be rebels) and then trucks of murram (thank God!). At least the road might be fixed before 2016 or before I return, whichever comes first. A signpost at last! Aswa!

This is the seat of Hon Ronald Reagan Okumu for the last 10 years! The night is dark and full of fears! 2016 is coming..
And I am but a voyeur, a tiny traveller in giant world



A not so Christmas story

A not so Christmas story

Haku drew his blanket around himself, placing his sack of belongings below his head. He punched at shoved it till it felt just right.

With a sigh he drew the blanket up to his chin in the makeshift shelter he had built on the grazing land. It was temporary and so he could not take much Liberty in its finishing. Except it allowed him a good view of the cattle and the night sky.

“Kenyana is rather beautiful” he thought quietly “but her father will probably require many cows, and not from a cowherd like me.”

He yawned loudly and rubbed his empty belly. This night promised to be cold, even rainy. Already he could make out only a couple of the stars, the rest dim and only visible when he stared hard.

He saw the three bright ones he had seen while he sang to her under the Jacaranda tree by the well. Her eyes seemed bright and she did smile quite often.
“She must like me – or at least she finds me amusing!”, he thought.
Next time he would have to find some new jokes, but when would the next time be.
She was always going to festivals with her folks, rarely did she come to the well, and when she did she did she always had a couple of other girls with her.
Today was different all the luck was on his side and all he could do was sing. He felt foolish now but there wasn’t much he could do.

Kenyana was a diamond, a gem! And he fell asleep with the thought in mind, images of her giggling happily in his dreams and a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

He didn’t hear the caravan of camels walk past or the bright star gliding steadily across the night sky.

But Haku was unexplainably warm and happy and would not awaken till the crack of dawn