In accordance with ealier demands and for purposes of maintaining the peace, i will maitain this template until my blogspot birthday or there abouts ((grins)) so y'al wont have to suffer so much.

Now the post....

I’m one of those people who probably wont know your name at the end of a conversation or where you work or where you went to school.

According to me, this is all window dressing. I have known people who have treated me differently because of my name, what school I went to or where I live. I mean, really, these things about me don’t make me “me”. I must confess that I have also fallen into the trap of “judging” people basing on something they have revealed about themselves and not always positively.

Some one is classified as a possible player with bad breath because he went to Ntare or she’s a player because she went to that wild Nabisunsa School. There are people who fit the stereotype but isn’t it just that? A stereotype?

I have a friend who, once I have introduced her to another person, knows “more” about them than I do. It worrying sometimes but other times I brush it off, because lets face it…your name isn’t who you are.

Who you are is what you do with your life. i think.