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Volume 2, Issue 1
OH NO!!! ITS
JANUARY!
The
Dance
Studio
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ORGANISATION IN FOCUS :
The Dance StudioKampala. The dance tutors are some of the bestdancers in Uganda who have put in the hard work
to become competent dance tutors with a widerange of styles from Hip hop, through African andModern Contemporary as well as Ballroom whichincludes the popular Salsa. They regularly updatetheir dance technique and range with internationalworkshops and showcases in Africa and Europe.
The Dance classes are organized in one (1) hoursessions Monday to Saturday from 9am to 8pmat the very competitive price of UGX 10,000 persession. Package deals are available for twelve (12)
sessions or more, couples andgroups of friends/colleagues.
Peak hours are 5pm 8pm onweekdays and there is usually
a waitlist for these hours as thestudio is trying to keep the classes
small so as to have an effective tutor toclient ratio.The benefits of dance are exponentialfor personal wellbeing. First, fun activitiesrelease endorphins that help relieve stressand make us feel happy increasing ourability to face day to day challenges.
Second, learning a
new skill keeps yourbrain sharp andboosts memory.Third, the physicalexercise buildsstrength, staminaand can be usedto lose excessbody weightor maintain
ones ideal bodyweight.
You can join a class individually,as a couple or with a group of
friends. You may have three left feetor an innate rhythm that takes overwhen the music plays, either way, its
a terrific wayto havefun, release
stress and get a good work out.Disclaimer: For best results, dont take yourself tooseriously.
By Angella Emurwon
Welcome to The Dance Studio! Situated inthe entertainment hub of Kisementi, The DanceStudio is on the second floor right above Checkerssupermarket. It is an austere place with a pastelshade of purple on its walls, large mirrors and a whitetiled floor. It doesnt seem all that remarkable at firstglance. A simple set up: music courtesy of a soundmixer hooked up to a laptop and 2 big speakers,and a charming dance tutor who immediatelyputs you at ease.
A little while later we meet Brenda. Tosee Brenda dance it is hard to imaginethe unassuming, no-nonsense lawyer
that walked in twenty minutes earlier.She dances with abandon anda smile radiates from her wholebeing as she executes with easea complex set of moves that shesbeen working on for two weeks. Byher own admission, she has begunto see herself in a whole new way.She is gaining confidence frommastering the steps, looking andfeeling superb from the greatworkout she gets dancing
three times a week. Thesedays, she adds killer heels toher pinstriped suits.
Bukenya, a visual effectsconsultant, is her dancepartner this session andis working on his leadingskills. In the partneringdances, thesuccess of thedance is onlyas good as themale partnersability to lead. Hismovements arestrong, preciseand fluid to allowBrenda to shine.At the end ofthe hour, hesays it feels like hes just ran half a marathon thoughtheres a definite swagger to his step because henailed the routine. You better believe it, inspiringthings happen at The Dance Studio.
The Dance Studio opened its doors earlier this yearand is stealthily making its mark on the art scene in
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OFFICE tales :
I have been reading your column Office
characters and I decided to tell you about aworkmate of mine, you could call her the office
*****
Eve is pretty. She is very light brown, slender
with well apportioned hips and luscious lips.
She has this practiced walk that makes her hips
sway slightly ,subtly that gets all men excited.
Thats what made me be instantly on my guard
around her. On first glance, she strikes you as
a friendly , well behaved intelligent girl. She is
very intelligent. She knows how to behave well
and even more importantly , she knows how
to be friendly, to the right people. I have been
reading about office characters and this babe
fits the personage of stupid-pretty-ambitious-
too-clever-thinks-too-much-of-self tag. See ,
when Eve came to work in our department,
we were all delighted. It meant less workload
for us and we could get all the nerds in the
IT department to get us internet access at all
times. She was an efficient worker who met all
deadlines and could help you out. The problemwas that any favor she gave out, she collected
with a vengeance. She would make one do crazy
things for her just because one owed her or
because the fool man could not see beyond her
beauty and makeup. Eve was a self-conceited ,
ambitious, cruel ,rude, arrogant bitch. She never
did anything unless there was something in it
for her. She bullied and abused her colleagues.Her personal relationships were terrible. With
time, everyone in the office got to know about
her. The grapevine spread the news far and
wide. After sometime, Eve decided she wanted
to move to another more exciting department.
Despite applying everywhere, she got nowhere.
So she implemented another strategy : sleep
with all the top bosses. Eve seduced all the topmanagement in the company and opened her
legs for everyone. As word got around, more
of the top bosses who had always fancied her
came for their share. This line of operation
failed miserably. Not only did most of the
managers just use her, but when one was fool
enough to forward her name, the people in her
department of choice offered to take less pay
and work more hours to keep her out. In our
department, we also threatened to resign unless
she was thrown out. Stupid girl has now bitten
the dust.
This is the story of Eve working in K-Telecom
located in Kenya that submitted by
Janat .
The failedPromotion
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BEFORE you pack up to leave, kindlylend me your sight.
You just clicked the Save button one last time.
Your resignation letter is now ready to be
printed on Company paper, using a Company
Printer, during time you ought to be offering
the Company.
But that is the least of your worries.You say the Company let you down.
They had convinced you that they
were different, that they would
promote internally groom their
own and now they let you
down mbu.
You argue that this is not an act of vengeance
that you are simply moving on to betterthings. Your friends are happy for you.
Mbu your new employer is better, more
considerate, putsfirst, tolerant, and will at
least fill positions internally hullo!
You can not turn back youve probably told
half the staff that you are leaving anyway I
bet you they are all glad you are leaving. If you
have an issue with sourcing personnel fromoutside, you probably also have an issue with
the tea girl who brought you thewrong cup
the other day, an issue with the new girl who
stays in the office longer, and the other day
somebody was seated on your chair. You also
can not stand your neighbors music.
You are an excellent professional you know
your stuff, and isnt that why you are able to
another job at will. Thats the smile on your
The End ofInnocence
co-workers good riddance to bitchiness, and
to competition.
Whatever happened to the innocence in
you, that made you stuff oily chapattis in the
pockets of your Kaki shorts at Shimoni as you
kept pinching on them thinking we did notnotice, sorry but we noticed.
Blame it on the MD they say. Welcome to
the world. Your MD did not leave his son at
Lincoln this morning to be nice to you. He
was hired (yes hired) to create a return on
investment. Forget those dreams of awards
and hugs this is business and its ugly, but it
brings the money. Hear it from me, your MDis not going to hell, and he
might just reach heaven before you.
He is doing his job and needless
to add, a very good job cut him some.
You print the letter and head
straight to the MD, mbu you have no
time for the HR. You are not providing notice
period and are leaving tomorrow with all thecompanies data, also deleted, thank heavens
you would have formatted the hard disk
lets see how they will manage without me
And who are we to say otherwise, weve
probably left somewhere to be happy
elsewhere. Its your shot.
Ronald Rwakigumba
Blame it on
the
MD they
say.
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Friends always ask me what I makeof Rwanda. I have been here forexactly two years and these are afew of my impressions; first, the
obvious- the countryside is beautiful,Kigali city is very clean and safe comparedto other East African cities and corruptionis relatively low. And of course the girlsare gorgeous. I am told the guys arehandsome too, but that is not for me to
say.
Having said that, Rwanda reminds mevery much of my sojourn in England andFrance where I did my undergrad as I willlater explain.
There are things about England andFrance which I will always have fondmemories of; The first time I got on toa train, the first time I saw and touchedsnow, the first time I said something inEnglish or French and the person I wasaddressing did not ask me to repeat
myself so that he could make out what Iwas saying (strange accent I had!).
I remember the picturesque French townsand the elegant and beautiful French girlsand the unfailingly polite English folk.
I also remember the touching randomacts of kindness; Being invited by a friendto spread Christmas with his family, aFrench classmate offering to help me withmy French law assignments, being greetedheartily by a stranger on a chilly morning.The above acts stood out because theywere rare. In my past life in Uganda I had
come to expect acts of kindness almost asa birthright because that is the nature ofthe people.
There were many other things to admireabout life in England and France, but myoverriding memories of university life areof cold winters, being broke, fruitless jobsearches and the ubiquitous plastic smilesof the English folk .
However, all the above pale intoinsignificance when compared to theoverwhelming sense of loneliness that I
felt in my first two years despite beingsurrounded by friends most of whomwere White( only 2 other Blacks studiedlaw or stayed in Halls of Residence like
I did). While my friends were some ofthe most decent people I have ever met,it always felt like they had erected aninvisible wall around them which youcould never penetrate. At first I thoughtthis was a temporary wall which wouldbreak down as they got to know and trustme. But with time I learnt this is whothey were and this is the only way theyknew how to lead their lives. The only
times the walls would crumble was if theygot drunk. It is then that someone mightconfess to hating a certain housematewhom I previous assumed was thispersons best friend. I found it very sadthat any one has to be drunk in orderfor them to open up, to embrace theirvulnerability, to be humane.
In England most people were keen to getalong in with everyone else. That oftenmeant being blind to your differences.It also meant engaging in harmless talklike who got the most wasted, sloshed,
knackered(all mean drunk) during thepast weekend. It was considered prudentto steer clear of anything controversial likepolitics or religion for fear of upsettingothers who may hold contrarian views.Intellectual discourse too was shunnedfor fear of coming across as a bit of a snob.It was actually considered cool to appearto be not so well read. Many of my lawcourse mates bragged that they had neverread and completed a book their entirelives! (I did not believe that for a singlesecond!)
Often, my attempts to steer conversations
to something more intellectuallystimulating was mostly an exercise infutility, my friends wearing blank lookswhile I pontificated about immigration,free speech, fair trade, latent racism,Islamic fundamentalism, Africanrenaissance or any other topic on which Iheld strong views.
I particularly remember going to watchthe ALI movie with a group of friends.After the movie, all they went on aboutwas how dope Ali was dodging puncheswith his two-step move which was likehe was dancing. I would have preferredto discuss his religious views and hisrefusal to be conscripted into the US Armyon grounds that he did not believe the
Vietnam War was justified. Fat chance ofthat happening! In short I always felt therewas a disconnect between my aspirationsand theirs. Yet somehow we still remainedfriends.
During these first two years I wasalways searching for an elusive middleground which would combine elementsof Christian virtue with elements ofWestern fun. I had become distrustful ofthe overly religious who I thought were apretentious lot and was weary of keepingthe company of those who led a carefreefun filled existence, like life was one bigjoy ride. Many were the nights I spentin agonizing thought, wondering whatI could do to find likeminded people orto convince people about this middleground.
It was only in my 3rd and 4th year that Istarted finding friends I could relate to.And things became easier after that.
Back to Rwanda; for all the impressivestrides Rwanda has made over the past15 years, most of our hearts remain coldand distrustful. In that respect living inRwanda sometimes feels like dj vu forme. It reminds me of UK and France. Toomany people seem to have erected wallsaround themselves and will only revealmorsels of themselves while in a drunkenstate.
I remember one incident when a friendfrom Uganda met me and some friendsat a popular hang-out spot in Kigali. Ina bid to get to know people better, he
kept attempting to ask what peoplesoccupations were with questions likeWhere do you work? Or What do youdo? To which he got ambiguous answerslike I work somewhere down the road,I work in town, I do some consultingstuff. No one was specific about whatthey do for a living. Yet all these peoplehad decent jobs which were no cause forshame!
On the surface everyone is friends witheveryone else, and whenever you meetit is all hugs and kisses, but try to delve
deeper, and you will mostly find its allsuperficial stuff. It is not always obviousto visitors, but it becomes apparent whenafter two years you cannot say you reallyknow who your friends are or what theiraspirations are. In fact without Face bookI would never know most of my Rwandanfriends surnames. Some have tried toexplain it off as cultural while othersblame it on our tragic history. Whatever itis, it has to change and the change startswith us.
Happy New Year to you all!
By Richard Balenzi
Running
RWANDA
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You know when you are out of uni and you searchevery nook and cranny for jobs and then you finally get one !!??
Believe it or not the 1st job I got was at a garage. Funnily enough it
wasnt that bad, apart from being the only female species there and
being forced to learn things about male gadgets.
2nd job a media firm, we use to work 9- anytime after 6 that theboss allows you to go. Usually he would wait for 5.30pm to load you
with lots of work and bug you with hundreds of questions, So by the
time youre leaving work, its around 8p.m. and thats very early, so
you better run out given the chance. After a series of good and bad
jobs I decided to get married, thought I may do better in that field.
3rd job Accountant to a retail home appliances store.
Very good salary, but boss was so uneducated
it hurt. I get all accounts are manually done,
I get everything streamlined and put it in
place computerised accounting system.
One day I give him reports from the
new system and due to illiteracy
says: I dont want this system, lets
go back to the old one (Oh yeah you
better believe this, there are these kind
of people out there making billions per
year). After a good 8mnths of struggling
back and forth with this illiterate boss, I quit.
Unfortunately Im 4months and doesnt look like
anyone is willing to employ a preg woman, so I stay home for
about a year. Then one day I get this extremely unbelievable offer. To
work as P.A for the CEO of an international school, the biggest of its
kind in E. Africa.
I go for the interview, in my best skirt suite, looking very sharp and
confident, ready to take on whatever comes my way. Boss explains
to me how the job is very challenging for someone who is really
ambitious and willing to learn and this kind of person needs to be a
graduate at least, with good qualifications and work experience (thats
just a summary of it in my own words, you know things that bosses
say to make you think the job is THE OPPORTUNITY you have beenlong searching for.)
The interview was crazy, I was even being asked about cricket
players, scores, the MTV music awards (if thats what they call them).
After changing diapers for 6mnths and being home for a year, youre
pretty not in line with world happenings, especially those that didnt
qualify for news headlines. I was sure I was never going to get this
one, and wasnt too worried about it either, due to fear of being asked
the same questions day in day out.
Surprisingly enough I was called for the job and even though I was
offered peanuts,(please at this point I need to distinguish small
peanuts and big peanuts, cuz I get the really small one that if you had
someone your hands, you would need a microscope to view them).
I excitingly accepted reasoning that this was a big opportunity, the
once in a lifetime kind that if you refuse you will never find anywhere
and regret for the rest of your life. I was Personal Assistant to CEO,
How big a post, how exciting to sit next to the vision navigator of the
famous and highly reputable group of schools. I was given a desk of
my own, a phone and a comp very different to my last jobs where
the space I currently have on my own, in my old job was shared by
5 employees, all who had files and papers to work on plus had to
eat and drink form the same desk. This truly felt International and
Corporate.
THEN: On my very first week, I was included in many meetings,
met many big profile people. I felt sooo good and
special and LUCKY!
NOW: As days go bye, I wonder what the
whole daze was about. Day in day out,
I wonder why I had to go through 3years of university and spend some
sleepless nights trying to cram
formulas and names. A normal day for
me is come to office, clean the CEOs
desk, greet all that come my way, serve
coffee to CEO and whoever is in his
office, sit and stare at comp, read any inbox
mail that I may have (usually its instructions
on print this, send this, call this person), then when
am bored I surf through the internet (mind you all interesting siteslike face book, yahoo, gmail etc ) If am lucky he may ask me to type
a written letter. Now and again he will come and check my monitor
to just make sure I havent cracked my way into an inaccessible site.
And of course all fellow employees tell me not to say am bored and
to look like am doing something. You wonder how much you can do,
when you have no work to do.
Oh by the way, given those terms, it means, you cant ask for a salary
raise, cuz as it is there isnt any work youre doing. Soooo much for
INTERNATIONALISM!
Lessons learnt:
1.Guys if you ever envy any of your friends who have big positions
in big places thinking they earn a lot, please from now on, DONT!
Sometimes youd rather be the tea girl at an NGO than the manager
at a big private firm.
2. Not everything that glitters is Gold; if it isnt metal then its some
sharp glass waiting to cut you immediately you pick it up.
3. When you complain of too much work, please think of the man who
has no work and its driving him insane
ZU
Story ofmy life!
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After working in the Internet / IT industry for several yearsI have come across my share of people that should not be allowed
to touch a computer. I could not find a test that would test the
knowledge of an average person to determine if they were worthy
or not to use a computer.
Here are twenty one questions to test your computer literacy. Answer
carefully, you are being graded. Answer yes or no
1. Do you proclaim, out loud, your three year old knows more about
computers than you do?
2. Are you still looking for the Any Key?
3. Do you really think you win something for being the 421,232th visitor?
4. Is your only solution to call the family computer geek?5. Do you call the thing above the 8 a snowflake?
6. Is Internet Explorer your default browser?
7. Do you believe that the Firefox people are talking about is the 1982 movie
about a really cool jet?
8. Do the blinking ads compel you to click?
9. Are your passwords on a sticky note on your monitor?
10. Do you ignore those messages that tell your anti-virus subscription has expired?
11. Is your home networks name workgroup?
12. Do you not believe in a firewall?
13. Do you anxiously open every attachment in your email?14. When someone is explaining something technical, do you dismiss it as computer talk?
15. Do you think you can get a free iPod for filling out your zip code?
16. Do you believe the IT people have magical powers?
17. Do you have a collection of floppy discs?
18. Have you hit your monitor when your computer gave an error?
19. Do you still the think the Internet is a fad?
20. When someone asks whats wrong with your computer, do you respond with, Its slow?
Well, did you do? If you answered Yes to any of the questions,
then you fail. You probably already give the IT folks migraines and
it would be best if you stepped away from the computer. Oh yeah,
they already make fun of you. You are referred to as a SEU - Stupid
End User. When you call them with a problem they laugh and tell the other
IT people that you have another Eye-Dee-Ten-Tee error (figure it out). The only
thing you are good for is clicking on ads. There may be hope for you yet.
If you answered No to all the questions, then you had a good l
augh and sympathized with IT people around the world.
Thank you for not being one of them.
from the IT department
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TOP SCAMS OF 2009:
to t hmangety an
upidty
10. The building scam: this one happens tothe rich people. A person approaches youwith a deal of putting up a building undervarious agreeable terms with the killer onebeing that after a number of years or months ,total ownership and all proceeds revert to
you. Unbeknownst to you, the building willfall aprt in the year or month after you get toown it
9. Nigerian con : an email in your inbox sayingso and so died leaving this much money andyour account details are needed for a joint claimof which you will get over 1Million $ . Eitheryour account is cleaned out or you are asked to
pay some processing fees. Needless to say, yourshare never materializes
8. Lottery win : again an email saying that youhave won first prize in a lottery for which younever bought a ticket or that your email addresswas picked at random and you won. Either youraccount is cleaned out after you dish out youraccount details or you are asked for a processing
fee
7.Festivity gifts: an almost ingenuios scam.You are informed that you have been chosento receive a gift in commeration of idd/xmas/thanksgiving/new years/easter/ Hanukkah/ etc andyou are asked to contact someone who will askyou for money if you are lucky or worse if youare not.
6.Dumb guy with letter; pathetic butpresentable looking guy approaches you in arestaurant or mall and shows you a letter with
sob story that touches the strings of your heart.Letter also says bearer is dumb or deaf or both.Dude even has an ID. Interesting how the bearer
never gets enough money to pay off whatever hewanted to pay off
5. Woman with child : desperate tired womanwith a child or two in tow. Presentable looking oreven smartly dressed. Has sob story of not havingenough money either to get home or for kids orhow she was robbed. Sometimes she forgets sheconned you before and spins the same yarn a fewdays later. Found in a crowded place
4. Help email/text : a distress message from oneof your friends usually from their usual address orstrange phone number with seemingly authenticdetails about you. They are stuck somewhere orsomething like that. Trap is the strange contactaddress or account they ask you to deposit the
money. Can be avoided by making calls to
person involved or to people close to them.
3. Foreign jobs: usually an offer to workelsewhere at good terms. Seems legitimatewith offices and staff. After paying a fee, workdocuments are processed for you and someoneescorts you to the new country. When you getthere, all your documents are taken away fromyou and one enters a life of slavery with little orno contact with the outside world.
2. Ponzi scheme / Pyramids : long runningscam where one is told to join a scheme for afee and get others to join. The more people youconvince, the more you earn. It always goesburst. It operates like an MLM but usually doesnt
have a product attached to it.
1. Drum rolls please : the number one scam of2009 is . Wait for it .. THE DISSAPPEARING
BANK. Residents of the border town of Malaba inthe East African Country of Uganda experienced
this one first hand. The bank opened an officein Malaba town, advertised on radio and took$100,000 in deposits over two months. But wheninvestors turned up to reclaim their money, allthey found was a note saying: Sorry the bankoperations have been moved to a new place.The scammers had paid for food, rent andadvertising with fake cheques. all that was left
inside the office of Visa Finance Bank are emptychairs - the cashiers, fans and even the carpets
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Grating
I was in ofice early - very early
this morning and thought, why
not kill two birds with one
stone? I have picked up the stone
again, one bird dead, Im looking
for the second...
There is this skit in a music
video where a guy auditions,
with shades and all, but his voice
is, to say the least, shady. The
ever so delicate judge assureshim that he would give him a
standing ovation - if only he was
deaf!
This revolution in big brother is
too much. Even the most hated
guy in the house won? Were they
counting the votes backwards?
Not that I voted, but, I felt that
common sentiment was againsthim. Does my opinion matter
any more? More importantly,
does my vote count? Even more
important, would my vote have
counted? MOST IMPORTANTLY...
wait, this is too much...
The world cup is around the
corner, and it is my new years
resolution to give you world
cup updates instead of pothole
updates...at least until the world
is over - or the world cup -
whatever.
Speaking of potholes, I
now agree with our august
minister of Infrastructure and
development (lol here) that
we need rougher roads. The
rate of carnage on our roadsis so alarming, that the alarm
needs resetting...at least for the
holidays...
So, I have decided in the spirit of
Christmas, to ask santa to give
us so many potholes, that we
may be forced to slow down our
driving, and not just because of
them police speeding guns. Im
sure the IG of Police has included
a request for more of these
devilish devices in his Santa
wishlist.
My apologies to all them sales-
friends of mine, but there is
this one eyes-rolling, disgusting
question that I keep hearing,Are
you tired of....? You can ill in the
blanks. If your in a trance like
state, youll be like, Yes.
Which is what those questionsintend you to do. For me, not
to brag, I am more awake than
that. I usually snap out of the
trance like, Yes, but, who are
you? Do I know you? Why am I
talking to you? Why did I even
answer your question? Then Id
give him a question of my own,
Are you tired of trying to trick
people into buying your stuff by
asking them the same, old Are
you tired questions? Right,
sure, now you know, get a life.
The wise men once said, We
have come to bring Gold to the
baby... Im hunting for them. One
of them is going to be Godfather
to my kids...
While shepherds watched theirlocks by night, they heard
the most beautiful voices, and
saw the most beautiful beings.
Singing in the clouds. And we
have the nerve not to believe
guys who are high on weed...
Im iguring a way of putting
smileys in my article, just so
you can get what Im saying by
how I say it. I read somewhere
that it could be done with words,
but I dont have the time to write
(smug smiley) and things likethat all over an article. Messy,
and you end up analysing jokes
instead of just groaning at them.
Abid, I now know of a way you
can repay me; *wink wink*
(urgh!)
Beenie man was in town. Or was
he? Im not so sure...
Sometimes people think Im
not sober when I write a whole
truckload of nonsensical matter
like this. I wish to assure all of
you that I am ...not!
Speaking of which, I am yet to
take my leave...
P.S. I dont know if they write
PSs on articles, so well just call
this a letter for publication, but,
Id like to warn the editor that
the english contained herein is
correct, and any grammatical
inconsistencies are FULLY
INTENDED for effect. Im
watching you....
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The BurglarA burglar broke into a house one night. He shined hisflashlight around, looking for valuables, and when hepicked up a CD player to place in his sack, a strange,disembodied voice echoed from the dark saying,
Jesus is watching you.
He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlightoff, and froze.When he heard nothing more after a bit, he shookhis head, promised himself a vacation after the nextbig score, then clicked the flashlight on and begansearching for more valuables. Just as he pulled thestereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as abell he heard,
Jesus is watching you. Freaked out, he shined hislight around frantically, looking for the source of thevoice. Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlightbeam came to rest on a parrot. Did you say that? theburglar hissed at the parrot.
Yep, the parrot confessed, and then squawked, Imjust trying to warn you. The burglar relaxed, Warnme, huh? Who in the world are you? Moses, repliedthe bird. Moses? the burglar laughed. What kind
of people would name a bird Moses? The kind ofpeople that would name a Pit Bull Jesus!!!
humour CENTRAL
The future of church collections
What were Tiger Woodsand his wife doing out at2.30 in the morning?
THEY WENT CLUBBING.
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He was a good man. A God fearing man.He was a saved man, ready to do what the Holy
book said.Compromise was out of the question, andthat definately meant no breaking the law. Soyou can imagine the torture and pain he musthave gone through when he was stopped by a
policeman in Mukono for over speeding.He was trying to hurry back to Kampala so hecould be in time for his five year olds birthdayparty. But he knew that was no excuse forbreaking the law. He thus resigned himself to
his fate as the Police Officer walked up to hiscar.Goo afternoon sir, i believe you realise you avebeen goin in too too fast for our Ugandan roadshere. You almoss causin assiden!
Im sorry sir! I was in a hurry to get somewhere,but i know that is no escuse. I will not do itagain!Ofcos you will not do it again. It is zis pipollike you who are jus causin assidens assidens
everytime. It is zis pipol like you who olmos killOgenga Latigo on de roads.Im sorry sir.Ok now you are sorre. Now me if i let yougo, aww wil i kno zat you are sorre? Ok Mupamiimi!At this point, the man couldnt understandkiswahili, but he knew it sounded like thePolice officer was asking for a bribe. he decidedto ignore the last sentence and instead he
apologised again.Miimi nataka kitu kidogo!!!! the officerrepeated!The man decided that he was not going to goagainst the Lords commands and give a bribe.That was corruption! That was theft! That was
sinful! He could go to hell! He could burn foreternity! He thus refused!The angered Police Officer decided this was
not going to be the end of him, so he entered themans car and ordered him to drive to the policestation.On reaching the police station, the man waslocked up in a cell. All the other Police Officersaround advised him to just give the other officersomething small, and he would be set free. The
saved man looked at his wrist, read the lettersWWJD engraved on his wrist band, and thought,What would Jesus Do! he decided to makehimself comfortable. Of course, for simple overspeeding, he would be out of there in no time.Minutes turned to hours.Afternoon turned to evening.The man refused to succumb to temptation! Thisis a test from God! he convinced himself! Whenit clocked 19.00, the Officer who had arrested
him ordered for blankets to be brought.This man will sleep here and tomorrow morningwe will transfer him to the main prison!He looked up to the ceiling and begun recitinghis prayers. Just then another Officer came andasked why he had refused to pay and be set free.The man explained that it is not good for a manof God to do things of the world. The officer,being a savedee himself,decided to quote a scripture for the man:
Mathew 5:25Settle matters quickly with your adversary whois taking you to court. Do it while you are stillwith him on the way, or he may hand you overto the judge, and the judge may hand you over tothe officer, and you may be thrown into prisonWith that, the man paid his way out of jail!
By Sara Akelly
idlers corner
Goo afternoon sir, i believe you realise you ave been goin in tootoo fast for our Ugandan roads here. You almoss causin assiden!
Mathew 5:25
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So here I am, sitting in a parking lot and it just hit me that I havent written anything yet for the workzine! So yeah,I am going to attempt to do that now, barring of course any interruptions by the hard working parking attendants
coming over to ask me why Im just sitting here slowly getting cooked in this heat. What, you also want to knowwhy? Well, lets see, the sun iswell, shining is a bit of an understatement, burning is more like-
Just a moment, this chap is really getting insistent, I suppose he doesnt like getting ignored hey what do you know,turns out I was blocking traffic!! Good thing I looked up when I did, there was this hefty um, Ill go with lady, justin case she does read the workzine and thinks back to the magical moment when we almost met- almost cuz thatsuspiciously metal bar looking like thingy she was holding in her hand gently persuaded me to hightail it out of therebefore it could have any ok, seriously, I dont have the time to write this out, shes bearing down fast!! Gotta run!!Ok, think I lost her. Whew, where was I? um, maybe I should start over
So here I am, sitting in a parking lot and- why am I sitting in a parking lot? Now that is a good question!! Why amI sitting in a parking lot? Well, lets see, I got into my car and drove- Aiee, I just remembered, some idiot petrolattendant robbed me!! Shamelessly, without batting an eyelash, and just like that let me drive off with and empty
tank, now how fair is that? Ok, I know I know, it happens everyday and blah blah blah, but this is my petrol station!!I would drive halfway across town just to fuel up there (of course it has nothing to do with the fact that they alsohave the cheapest fuel in town, nothing at all, honest, the fuel attendants there just do it for me, I mean, with thecar and all), and then they do this to me? To me?!
Eh, anyway, that is beside the point, I was saying something about me being in a parking lot and- oh yeah, do you have any idea how good the bypass is for some of us chaps? I mean, Wandegeya toNtinda in ten minutes!! Now that is something!! Of course you still have to deal with a few things Imean, the other day I saw a bajaj guy knock a cow, I mean seriously, it almost looked like he aimed forthe poor animals-aiee, crazy lady found me!! Guess thats what I get for trying to hide out in the sameparkin lot and it looks like she brought along her brother um, wait, no, sister? Yikes, I am so outof here!!
So here I am, sitting in a parking lot, an empty one this time - how many times have I started writing this article Iwonder eeh, thats not important. You know, I keep trying to tell you what Im doing in this place but you neverstay long enough to listen, or in this case read far enough down, Im starting to think you dont really care!! Oh,you read this far down cuz youre actually curious? Funny, I never considered that!
Well, I am just so you know, there are no parking attendants here. Or hefty ladies armed withcrowbars and the like so nothing is going to interrupt me, well, nothing I can think of right now. Sobuckle up (yeah yeah, I know youre probably thinking finally!! you know, with all the eye-rolling tomake sure I dont miss the sarcasm) and prepare for the ride.Oh, phone call, hang on a moment, I really have to take this, the workzine doesnt exactly pay yet youknow.
Ah, there you are, still awake. Um, ok, I know it was a long phone call but I really really had to take it, one of those
make or break things. But Im here now, in this lovely secluded spot that is slowly getting darker so no one will beable to see me to bother me wait a second, thats not such a good thing what happens if that shifty eyed fellowwhos been walking past picks up the courage to do something drastic!! There is no one to call for help aroundhere maybe I should move; at least in the other parking lot the attendants could have helped me against the lady,hereOh no, the chaps coming back!! What am I to do what am I to do (okay, so I know its a really strange time for anaside, possible impending doom and all, but I just realized I have a particular writing style!! Cool, that means I havea signature style that no one can take away from me!!)Where was i? oh yeah, in the middle of being terrified Im not pulling this off very well, am I? *Sigh and Imsupposed to be a creative writer. Till next time I suppose.
By Brian B. Coutinho
Idling
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Prose and Poetry
Wasted YearsI never did care one single bit what I Did
All my shortcomings I cautiously Hid
And from the truth I often Slid
Never sure whether to be at the Fore, Back or
Mid
Like an unsure Astronaut praying for God
Speed
The days had hitherto slowly faded away
The seconds never willing to Stay
And the minutes never ready to Play
And so I blindly went Astray
But now I dearly and painfully Pay
All the nice things left Unsaid
All the outstanding bills left Unpaid
All the Angel wings left Unspread
All the yearning Souls left Unfed
All these things now make me Afraid
In this life that lies under the Sun,Let not pleasures be all that you Yearn
Dont waste time having a lot of Fun
Where people walk, My son, You Run
Then your success will have Begun
Bernard Ewalu Olupot
P.R.O Voice Communication (U) Ltd
ExtinctionHer makeup is her best friend,Her coat her closest confidant,And her scented condom pack her most trustedkeeper.Her lipstick is her identity and when its red shesfierceAnd when its pink shes vulnerableHer extensions are her pride and her false eyelashes her joy
Her poodle is her fiercest ally and her age herbiggest flawHer face is her occupation and her heels her status
His pocket is his retreat,His car his religion and his position his masterHis suit is his identity and his pay cheque hissummationHis bottle is his cure and the bar tender his
therapistHis keys are his legacy and his reflection his trueloveHis ambition is his downfall and his appetite hisdemise
Surrounded by adorers and avoided by foesThey are more alone than the solitary prisonerTheir lives are a meaningless game of make believe
They are merely jobs to one another,He is her reputation and she is his proof ofmanhoodBeyond that theres no love, no purpose butreproductionNo conviction, no stimulation but obsolescenceYet they smile, yet they laugh and make love
No wonder they cry, no wonder they lie
Life is a disease and their infidelity the symptom
by Mark Abraham
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Prose and Poetrycontinued Return to Love
Why muffle natures cause
For a second chance?
To heal a soul returning to light plus
Bespeaking an impending coursePredetermined in time and space
That this voguish emotion may win benevolence
Explaining such a remarkable science!
The Science of Love
That protects humanity twice
As much
And warms the rousing soul thrice
As such
Muhumuza Kenneth Ezra
Fr HansLook into these hands as you
would this face
Stare at them like you wouldthis pretty face
They really long to touch
To touch and produce a
wonderful creation
If only your hands moved as
do mine
We would make a perfect
creature
Four hands - Shall we use
them?
Pompella Agalo
Sad HappinessI remember it like it was Last Night
All the passion, loving and longingI still feel your sweat dripping down on me
I hear your voice whisper in my ear
And I still see your wonderful body
I still feel the fire burn deep down in my
soul
And though my body cant be with you
My soul travels with you; everywhere
And even as I go to bed aloneOn this dark cold sad and dull night
I smile with pride and joy deep inside
For I know you are waiting for m
Waiting for me to come join you
Then we will carry on with our game
The Game we started a while back
A while back when you still Breathed
Kyomushana Carol
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THE ABYSS IN MY SOULSounds drift past my earechoes of laughter
whispers of mischief
Yet deep down in the alleythe dragon broods
evil lurks in every corner
Darkness engulfs the onlylight above this abyss
and the shadows consume all
The weight of troubles anewfloods this empty void
and if it is not for believing,
then what else?
Fire scorches the skin to shredsand the bruises and burns
seem but an eternity of pain
Oh if only to quench this thirstone would live but seven more days
though life here is a million light-years
of death!
Marie Blue
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2009 was supposed to mark the
year when two of musics most endearing icons
,made a comeback. Micheal Jackson, King of
Pop, and Whitney Houston, the Voice made
news in their own way. MJ passed just before
launching his comeback tour yet that provided
a platform for him to be the best selling artist of the year. All his albums were sold out in weeks and his memory , despite being
smeared , was extolled in death. Whitney had endured almost twenty years of drug addiction and a violent unhealthy marriage to
former king of RnB Booby brown. Dumping both bad habits, she released her first album of new material in six years.
Her album I look to you was released in septemebr amidst much media hype and pomp. Debuting at number 1, it had
sold over two millon copies . It is a tribute to her fans, family and God. The thing that comes to mind when you listen to the
music is who is this trying to sing like Whintey Houston? the album was recorded while the artist was still trying to recover her
warmth. The album contains 11 tracks. Retro in nature, dance anthems and two soft ballads. The title track I look to you penned
by R.Kelly is a soft gospel number that could double as a mellow love song . I didnt know my strength is an inspiring ballad
that has become a radio staple.
The Alicia Keys produced Million Dollar Bill is so far the biggest hit off the album and is a groovy old school dance
number that sets the feet on fire. The Akon Like I never left duet was the teaser number off the album. Worth it , for the
lovers and nothing but love are fan favourites that many are calling for to be released as the next singles. Yet its in the cover
of Leon Russels A song for you that one feels Whitney really coming through. She exercises her range and vocal strength in
this piano driven slow starting club banger. The album is a decent comeback effort from the most talented female artist of all
time and is good re-introduction to the music world. The tour in support of the album kicked off in Moscow in December and is
already sold out. Her recent live performances have shown Whitney prove that her voice is back to the max.
MUSIC REVIEW :
I LOOK to YOU
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1. Rebel- Lecrae
2. Let the waters rise- Mikes Chair3. Forgive me Group 1 Crew
4. How To save a life- The Fray
5. Empty me- Chris Sligh
6. Give me your eyes- Brandon Heath
7. Never going back to OK- The Afters
8. We all- Rush of Fools
9. By your side Tenth Avenue North
10. Lost get found- Britt Nicole
11. Dont waste your life- Lecrae
12. Livin the Life- Group 1 Crew
13. Somethings missing- Godz Image
14. The motions- Mathew West
15. Wherever we go- News Boys
Send in your list of your favourite 15
songs , we will publish it and give you a
Cd with that playlist or any other CD you
may want
peter mugisa
YOUR PLAYLIST TOP10 EXCUSES FORFALLING ASLEEP AT YOURDESK
1. They told me at the blood bank
this might happen.
2. I wasnt sleeping, I was trying topick up contact lens without hands.
3. I wasnt sleeping! I was meditatingon the mission statement andenvisioning a new paradigm!
4. Amen
5. This is just a 15 minute power-nap like they raved about in the lasttime management course you sent meto.
6. Whew! Guess I left the top off theliquid paper
7. I was doing a highly specific Yogaexercise to relieve work related stress.
8. This is one of the seven habits ofhighly effective people!
9. Boy, that cold medicine I took lastnight just wont wear off!
10. Darn! Why did you interrupt me?I had almost figured out a solution toour biggest problem.
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Response
to the
Shrink
In our December issue, we had an article entitled Te Shrink is In.
Te article below is a response to that articleEd
You say we are nothing more than a bunch of primates. Mind youwe
are a special people created in Gods image. I wonder where people get
that idea that we are some sort of ape which has evolved into the person
we are now. Evolution remains a theory in crisis because the species thatare supposed to have linked man to ape have yet to be discovered. e
indoctrination that we have endured as children is that which has also been
put on us by our SST teachers that we are the remnants of Zinjathropus. I
disagree and its time to go back in to history and trace our roots.
en again you mention that life has no meaning.
Would it not be strange if a universe without purpose accidentally created humans who are so obsessed with
purpose?- Sir John Templeton asks.
You say that there is no one above the sky and that you have not met that person. It still does not rule
out the fact that there could be someone up there in the sky. ink about the man called Jesus. Historical
evidence points to him being crucified and rising from the dead. In fact, there are so many eye witnesses to his
resurrection starting from the women at the tomb to his disciples. e bible also mentions in 1 Corinthians 15
that he appeared to more than 500 people at the same time. en there is Paul who was the chief persecutor
of the church. He writes in 1 Corinthians 15 that I met this risen Jesus on the way to Damascus. Believe me
when I m telling you that this is not a fairy tale. We are not talking Aesops Fables here. Simply follow where
the historical evidence takes you and you will be amazed at your findings. e message from history is simple:
there was a man who claimed to be the son of God, who died on a cross and resurrected. He also said he will be
coming back to judge the living and the dead.
Talk about the discovery of DNA by Sir Francis Crick, nothing more complex has been discovered since. It
is impossible for the protein molecules of the DNA cell to have formed together by chance as some scientists
would suggest. e talk of a prebiotic soup from which all macro molecules, proteins and nucleic acids
originated from remains a myth. e skeptics are yet to come up with an explanation for how information got
into biological matter by natural means.
Truth is, we know less and less about our universe because we do not seek answers to the fundamental
questions like why are we are here. I am not talking about a religion which gives me a definition for life and
therefore we get comfort in some superstition or sorcery. Rather I grow in my faith and in all the overwhelming
evidence that points towards an intelligent being. e one who created Heaven and earth. e same one who I
cannot completely fathom but in whom I gain greater knowledge of and from whom I derive my purpose.
So life to anyone out there will never make sense until you get the manufacturers manual. Its like trying to use
a shaving machine to eat a meal. I dont know how far you will get but you are surely going mess up the entire
experience at the dinner table.
e choice is yours. Dont waste your life..
Peter Mugisa
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Ihave always been weirdly fond of continuityannouncers, Continuity
announcers were our first local TV celebrities. I was
downright fond
of Ashley Hayden, Peter Ndoro, Marius Roberts; they had
a glamour and a presence bigger than their actual jobs.
By contrast, over on SABC3, despite having worked the
Monday shift for a mighty long time, that quasi-Australian
Irene Bester still manages to pronounce Frazier as Fray-
zee-a, rather than Fray-zha. I dont get it. Do the station
executives not watch her? None of her friends? Has no one
ever set himself or herself the task of correctly pronouncingFrasier in
front of her until she takes the tip?
When I read this, my mind was immediately launched
into wistfulmemories of my childhood. It occurred, this
childhood of which I speak, in outside countries and not in
Uganda. During my childhood, Uganda had no television
worth remarking upon, and by the time the first station
worth the electricity came on air, I was old enough to
impregnate others.
No, I was in outside countries, such as Kisumu, where
they hadexcellent television, and all of it was announced,
continuously, by charming, well-dressed, attractive people,
some of them so charming, well-dressed and attractive that
we often watched them to the end of their presentation,
even if we had no interest in the programme they were
presenting (Mambo Leo or something like that).
By the time I left Kenya permanently there were no more
announcers. Instead KTN (none of us cool kids watched
KBC anymore) had replaced them with flashy graphics andinstead of pretty people smiling we saw the stations logo
swirl around the screen for a bit, then settle, like a dove
above a messiah, over the rising name of the programme
coming next. I cant believe we used to watch Hangin with
Mr Cooper, but that is for another rant.
We dont have announcers on Ugandan TV any more
either, even though we only had them for the shortest of
whiles and, though Kenyans can mourn the passing of
the career, round here we say good riddance, do not bring
them back. We do not want to encourage more people tospeak on television.
We, as a nation, have reached that level of technological
development that allows us to have lucid and intelligent
radio presenters, especially on Sanyu, Radio One, Vision
Voice (yes, I said Vision Voice) and parts of Capital,
but the ability to select TV personalities who can speak
intelligently in English has eluded our broadcasting firms
almost completely. I could list those who only look like
TV presenters: they have all the poise, posture and lipstick
of TV presenters. But they sound like frontrunners in agibberish competition, unable to construct full lucid
sentences and even less able to say anything in their pidgin
that isnt stupidI could list them, but it would take less
time to just list the five Ugandan TV show hosts who dont
sound like they are going to introduce the virus dumbss.
exe to your television just by talking. Well, one of them
quit, so that makes four.
Do you guys remember Martias? The kid on Kla Wired,
who didnt just flame, he infernoed? Martias was so
outrageously effeminate that he made the whole bevy ofMiss Uganda contestants look like a rugby team, but I think
if you had given him a chance you could have become used
to it, but he did not deserve that chance. Because he was
such a bad presenter, he had to be disposed of. Martias is
the kind of guy who could run through a crowd at a Juliana
show asking people, so, do you like Juliana? And then
one of the people he asks would reply. Yes, I do. That is
why I wrote this song for her.
And what is your name? Martias would then ask.
Silver Kyagulanyi.
Darrel Bristow-Bovey, South Africas most famous plagiarist wrote an
article (at least we think he wrote it) about the continuity
announcers on TV that I read recently. In this article he (or someone
else) said:
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Jonathan works as a banker on Kampala Road. He is 34 years old.He is married to Naomi and they have two delightful kids and awonderful middle class life. But Jonathan is busy today. Normally, he headshome at 5 pm, gets stuck in the Kampala traffic jam for about an hour andarrives home at 6 pm. Today things are different. His boss has informed himthat the West African investors they had been expecting all morning wouldbe arriving at Entebbe at 3 pm. The important negotiations that had beenplanned would therefore commence around 4.30 pm. Since Jonathan would
be coordinating the meeting, he will have to remain at work until late.
Do you have it with you? Naomi asked while speaking softly into hermobile as she collects the kids from school. Jonathan slips his hand intothe inner pocket of his jacket and feels around. Yes, I do. Thanks. See youlater. And then he hangs up.
This is Jonathans third year on antiretroviral drugs (ARVs.) When he begantaking ARVs , he took his drugs haphazardly. It was only after the doctorrecommended a counseling session that things improved. He discussed hisfears about ARVs. He had heard that ARVs themselves were dangerous andhe felt he was going to die anyway. The counselor dispelled those myths and
reassured him and he began to take his pills regularly and at the correct times.
His health gradually improved and he returned to work. Jonathan was afraidof telling anyone at work about his HIV status. Although he knew there mustbe other corporates with HIV, no one had spoken about it openly. In thecorporate world of Uganda you must show no signs of weakness. And so noone talks about living with HIV. The only time HIV is mentioned is when thecompany you work for organizes its corporate social responsibility activitiesfor the less privileged. HIV is outside, in society. Not in your company.
Unfortunately, the meeting drags till 7.30 pm and little progress is made.Jonathan keeps checking his watch and his boss frowns at him in a subtlebut pointed manner. Eventually Jonathan excuses himself and goes to thebathroom. He locks the door first. He brings out the ARV tablet he kept in hispocket that morning. He smiles to himself. This is his third year of ARVs andhe knows which days to come to work with his evening pill. Suddenly he getsangry. He remembers that Peter, his boss, is hypertensive and he takes hispills right in the open yet with HIV medicines it is different. You have to hide.That way, no one notices.
HIV is a treatable and manageable illness. When people take their medicinesregularly and at the correct times, they are expected to get back to workand to live long and productive lives. Every year, more and more people arestarted on life saving ARVs. While there are many Jonathans at work, thereare few organizations in the region with well outlined strategies to support
employees with HIV and ensure that stigma and discrimination at work areeliminated. However, advocacy to protect the rights of HIV-positive people atwork are underway.
December 1, is World AIDS Day. Every year, the international healthcommunity has the unenviable task of selecting an attractive catch phrase thatis way better than the previous years catch phrase. This year, the slogan is Iam living my rights. Stop AIDS, keep the promise. Jonathan reads the sloganin the newspaper and smiles to himself. Its an amusing slogan, he thinks. Itappears that people are taking notice after all.
POSITIVE
Jonathans
story
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Liz Birungi,
Roger Jin Kataama,
Martin John Ndawula,
Andrew Ankunda Bwengye ,
Nabiryo Berna,
Kabakubya Buyinza,
Faith Mirembe,
Emmanuel Lokwiya,
Kelly Fanch,
Susan Namuganyi Ntale ,
Emily Kamukama,Neil Coutinho,
Simon Peter Mafumu ,
Esther Hadoto,
Isaac Tinga Mufumbiro ,
Joe Chrispin Yawe,
Mark Karamira Karegyesa ,
Mbabazi Irene,
Al Kiha,
Clara Candiru Amaguru
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