In Mourning

Today I got the news that my camera is beyond repair. She got hurt real bad in the last bump and needs to be laid to rest. (Darn me for being a clumsy, awkward, falls all the time oaf.)

This is one of the last pictures I took with my dear old Panasonic Lumix DMC-FZ30K.

Explaining Oedipus

The New Vision is running a special section ahead of Mother’s Day. Usually stories, songs and poems about mothers make me feel warm and cozy and safe. However, today’s submission, “Mom the Beloved” by someone called Joseph Kibalama, made me cold all over.

Ten Things I Want Explained

1. Why fuel and food prices in Uganda continue to soar and no one is saying ‘oy!’
2. Why intercontinental air travel in Africa remains so expensive that the cheapest ticket for a 45 minute no-frills flight from Entebbe to Nairobi is $270.
3. Why an unmarried man in his mid 30s is an eligible bachelor and a woman of the same age is an old maid.

How to Recover from a Night of Bad Sex

 

So, it turns out this post isn’t about sex at all. If you have had the patience to actually read this, I can only imagine what kind of really horrible experiences you have had in the sack. 

Sorry, I can’t help.  What do I know about bad sex or any sex at all?  I’m a PK, remember?  We think sex is a dirty thing.  So here’s the deal: I had a poorly taken random picture of a random weed and nothing but randomnity to write about.  

But now that you have read this to the end, tell me … how are you?  Really I’d like to know.  How are you?

Last Night a Podcast Saved My Life

But first things first today’s the day.

Uganda Bloggers Happy Hour isn’t a club and is by no means exclusive to bloggers.  If you read blogs, love blogs, loathe blogs, want to talk world change to bloggers, have a crush on a blogger, have no idea what on earth a blog is or don’t really care, come to Mateo’s on Parliamentary Avenue this evening at 7 p.m.  There’s good beer, great company, an undercover book exchange and a chance to win a romantic getaway for two to Madagascar courtesy of …

So, Whacha Readin’?

Today I’m reading Burger’s Daughter by the amazing Nobel Prize winner, Nadine Gordimer.  What are you reading?

Green Sex and the Earth

I am a shameless tree hugger.

I know it isn’t cool and society dictates that while I am supposed to care about the environment, I should be blasé about it.  That I shouldn’t go after my neighbors with a pickaxe when they continue to dump oil down their kitchen sinks, blocking the sewerage system for the entire estate.  That I should look away when they consistently refuse to comply with the simple garbage separation regulations at the communal skip.

Jazz is my Poison

Love is jazz.  Jazz is love.  Love is my poison.

 

The bebop, doowah, toot and strains of the last tenor saxophone wasted on my heart.  The hushed tones and loud blares, the syncopated ratatat … tatararatat, bumdewum and oooh baby sink me lower into my pain and higher into esctacy.  The twists and turns and where does this story go, how does this story end are my life and my breath and my death.

 

Number One was like Toshiko Akiyoshi.  With hands of a god and fingertips stained with nicotine.  I, breathing his breath in anticipation of the first kiss.  Akiyoshi dancing on her piano singing Cleopatra’s Dream to me.  Him, dancing on my heart in a mysterious beat, calling me to follow and go deeper and reach farther.  Making me laugh and cry and yearn with the swelling of the big band ending in a crash of cymbals, the resounding of the horn and the plinky-plonk of the black and white ivory.  Good bye, baby, dream no more.

Sometimes Ahaaa is all I can say

I have been so overwhelmed with the tragedy at Buddo Junior School that I haven’t had time to comment on what to me is the most ludicrous action of the Cabinet in Uganda since the year begun.

Holding on to Monty …

… because in the this age of tragic absurdity only you and Godot will understand why.

Cartoon respectively ripped from xkcd.com