the blog.

The 70's Called, They Want All Their Hair Back

Hi, I’m (name). It’s a little useless keeping my name out of it, but anyway… I’ve taken to growing hair, mine. No fields being watered or any of that. The hair sits up their without a care in the world. Everything is fine until someone approaches me and asks me to justify the whole hair…

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Boda-Line Crazy

cRick HERE! First, head here to better acquaint yourself with the term BODA. No, wait; your connection might be as pathetic as mine, so I’ll tell ya. Boda-Boda; A motorbike…or the crazy dude that rides the said bike. Yes, they have come to accept that ours will never be a long-term-relationship so names will play…

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Two cents, anyone?

Dunno about you guys, but I have had it up to here with Kampala night spots. I’m “proper” tired of all these teenagers dressed like they came from some new G-Unit video…with no fashion consultant…I mean, seriously people, I should not be able to see my reflection in / on the surface of those jeans….

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Some Sort Of Beginning

They called it a miracle. That no one could have survived an accident of that magnitude. The religious said God was watching out for him, that He loved him. He didn’t buy any of it. For one thing, he knew it wasn’t an accident. He could still see her soulless eyes looking back from the…

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Last Night The DJ Took My Life

It was a football match. I don’t do Football, but my cousin does…my sister too. As it turns out, everyone else does football. Everyone, that is, except me and the Local TV stations. So to play catch up, my relatives opted to listen to the radio. I don’t know how it works, but if I…

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We are Bloggers, We Do The Write Thing…

I got to the happy hour with an odd feeling of foreboding. I was freaked out by the possibility that we would be drawn into some sort of debate, worse yet some discourse wherein we shared our views on the state of the country, attempted to find a way of getting the President to listen…

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