Tandra
A few months ago Lydia playfoot, a 16 yr old girl who was banned by her school for wearing a “purity ring” took her school, Millais School in Horsham in West Sussex, to the High Court. Lydia, a member of the Silver Ring Thing Christian group wears a silver ring engraved with a Biblical reference- “1 Thessalonians 4:34” St. Paul’s Letter to the Thessalonians- as a sign of their belief in abstinence from sex till marriage. She claims that her school breached her human rights by preventing her from wearing the ring, while allowing Muslim and Sikh students to wear headscarfs and religious bangles.


I am in total agreement with Lydia. Why should I not be allowed to wear a piece of goats tail to prove to everyone that I am indeed pure before God and Man. Why should I be forced to even wear a symbol to prove my level or lack of sexual prowess.

The answer is pretty simple, if you think about it. It is what the world expects and the world, being a hypocrite that it is, takes offence when I take what it expects and makes some symbol out of it.

I have every right to dress, speak, rant and spit about what ever I wish to just like everybody else and yet for some odd reason, when a Christian takes another route to self expression, people are up in arms.

Not more than a year ago, for example, it became a fad to wear wrist bands that carried specific messages like “Arsenal forever”, ‘Peace”, “Unity”, “Tranquility”, “Club Silk” and “Celtel Africa Challenge”. The fad was so powerful that the Christian community did not escape it, they had bands reading “W.W.J.D” (What Would Jesus Do), “F.R.O.G”(Fully Rely On God), “D.O.G” (Depend on God) and “P.U.S.H” (Pray Until Something Happens) and these soon became the boldest form of expressing belief, encouraging oneself in times of dire need and identifying with people of the same belief system.

Why, I then ask, cant it happen the other way round. Why is it more acceptable for Christians to express themselves the same way everyone else does by just twisting a phrase and it is acceptable than for the same Christian to start their own drive?

When I start my campaign to carry a piece of goat tail, I’m sure everyone will harangue me starting with my barber to my banker to animal rights activists. I will be called to little corridor meetings to explain why I could not have picked a user-friendlier symbol. And more importantly, I will be questioned on why I need to express myself anyway.

And in reply to these questions, my persecutors will very conveniently forget about my freedom of expression and belief. They will conveniently forget that local artists and whichever hawker can land on one, carry’s and sells those fly swatters, very similar to my proposed piece of goat tail.

Are they put out of business? No.
Are they questioned? No

But I will be because I dared to be different; I dared to express my faith my way.

If anything, I should be applauded for instituting something “African” into our belief system instead of taking on very western expressions like the chastity belt, the purity ring and so on.

But again, this will conveniently be forgotten because it is different.

An expression of faith is at best that, just an expression. It is a basic human right to express oneself and to get your thoughts on a matter across. It is entirely up to the individual to believe and adopt. No one forces you to believe in what you believe in, that is a personal decision.
Tandra
Tumwijuke wrote this post and made me think some, and im sorry for as if posting as if at yours, so this is my rant... in MY space

Please note: tis a rant!

I have often wondered if those UFO thingies actually exist, i tend to lean more towards Mericans commercializing ideas, on my more favorable days. On my not so level days, i think, they could exist! After all nothing exists out of nothing...... well, that is if you do not think about creation.. coz technically nothing existed until God put it together. ((interesting rant about respecting structures the way they are set up here... towards the end, but u can read it all))

I have thus created the following letter in defense ( maybe promotion) of Africa

People of the Universe (((isn't that what they say in movies???))

I understand you actually consider leaving your vastly advanced colonies to make it to earth some day (assuming these guyz weren't lying abt area 51 and u have not been here before)

We are kewl people with miles and miles of land for you to land on and set camp. We have deserts, lakes.. forests and in fact we are doing our part in balancing out this thing we like to call climate change through engaging in carbon trading. There's some explanation in there, that you must be familiar with, you guyz being advanced and all.

Should u have any other qns in regard to site requirements, send us a message of sorts. Yes, we have the interweb sorry internet thingy set up, we have like radio and telly and guess what, we do know how to read. Granted literacy levels are not where they should be, but we are optimistic that we shall get there some day.

i know you probably have some questions about our political situation.. well some might argue that it is unstable, at its best. But, if you really think about it, when our leaders refuse to step down and help us develop even more,THAT THERE is expected, reliable and STABLE.. so technically you have nothing to worry about.

I always argue that if you wanted to disappear after your enemy kicked u off Pluto, u cld lounge it in Africa, its relatively safe.. we dont have serious car tracking and GPRS locating thingies coz quite frankly our road system is messed up... we cant exactly make it to Google Maps yet because there are sooo many roads within roads(coz like typical Africans we believe in short cuts) and therefore... u can loose urself as well as ur enemy.. effective!

We are generally friendly people, dear aliens. We accept what our "leaders" say.. u know them leaders. Them people who help us with financial aid all the time, those people who essentially dictate what we should do. But you could help us out... if you have waaay more money than them and technology (especially weapons) that are the cheese, we could work something out. We are amendable to "democracies" where the voices of the people count for nothing.( bonus!)

ooo, it is also advisable that you change your monies into dollars before you get here and make sure they are dated after 2000. for some odd reason u will be stiffed when you go to change it.

we also have various languages.. surely we should find one we can both understand! we like to take things slowly-slowly... so tis like u on holiday all year long which is very helpful coz its like summer n spring break rolled into one, all year round here.

We can defend you if you came to lounge it here. Contrary to what you might have seen in some movies like "Independence day" with will smith... in addition to having spears, we have guns. SHock! Gasp! yes... they might b old models but really, the important thing is, we can also say we have.....

By the way, i know u have probably heard that we have countless diseases as well... like HIV, malaria, Ebola, cholera, TB and everything else. Cant deny that.. but we have survived for countless years and although when we leave Africa we are quarantined because of these diseases (especially malaria), i would like to let you know that we have thick skin. Now... if your genetic make up is anything like ours, u are some what sorted... if not... well.... err.... yeah!

Ps. If you plan to blow up big buildings and have effective coverage of the events... Africa aint for you.

I stress... we are friendly!!!! and thank ful to God that somehow HE sees us through food shortages, energy crisis', political upheaval yadi yada...

Thank You
AFRICA UNITE!
Tandra
First my access to the Interweb is questionable, so understand when i cant comment on your posts but i be reading, thats the important part, isnt it????

In other news, Bomseh, yes... the version of "weakness in me" you are listening to is by keisha white, im listening to the Melisa Etheridge version.. it roooocketh!

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I sometimes think i should go on with my dream of creating a directory on Uganda, be a one person information portal, and not necessarily for touristy reasons. Then it hits me that, i would need serious funding and some how i dont think certain peoples would be sold on the idea.

I just hate not knowing where things are. I hate knowing that if i walked into a MUK office, for example, i would run around for 3 hours and not find the answer to what im looking for.

I hate visiting websites and finding nothing.

I hate calling up information and they do not have some numbers listed (kwani their job is what?)

Before i get carried away, it was this SMS that reminded me of why i think i ought to sort that particular goal out. SMS in its splendour read

Banange T! i cant find my s6 certificate. wd u help me? hw much does 1 cost frm uneb? hw lng b4 i get it? and which is mo important? the short one ? or big 1?

Now, ask, why wld anyone THINK i wd have such info readily available? i dont work in education!!!!
Waiit.. i did do a somewhat related stint.. maybe thats why.. but so nooooooooot the point right now.

I dont know the answer... anyone?????

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As i was idling through the new vision this morning (yes, those of us who are job hunting do this like clock work on monday's) i came across this headline " You should not be ashamed of being pregnant".. i just died... it as if made my morning.

okay...... okay.... im fibbing a bit. it was "You should not be ashamed of pregnancy cravings" but the other heading would have been waaaaaay cooler.

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The other day, i was yappin with a friend and they asked what my sister calls her mother-in-law and what my brother-in-law calls my parents.

My answer... Mummy and Daddy.

Apparently this friend of mine could neeeeeeeeeeyvah call her mother-in-law or any other woman for that matter, "mummy"... it would be some sort of betrayal.

When my dad was looking up mukyala (my mum (grins))), my grand daddy asked him if when he joined the family, he was joining as a son or a son-in-law. My father joined as a son.

The same qn was asked of my brother-in-law. He joined our family as a son.

The way i see it, its the ultimate form of acceptance if my mother/father-in-law asked me to call'em mum n dad i would be honoured, humbled, speechless and all those appropriate cliches. Because technically, they arent my parents but would have accepted me as their daughter.

thats just what i think... what do u think?
Tandra
My sister would kill me but i just had to write this out. You know those statements/phrases/questions people make/ask and you wonder what they are on about, yes?

Starting with this one:

1. "How do you make it?" i swear, the first time i heard this one, i was like make what??????
In case you have not heard this one before, the peep be asking what time it is.

2. "He doesn't have my time..." Contrary to what you might think, this is actually different from " He doesn't have time for me"

3. "It is good for me" think this means you appreciate whats going on. You could also relate it to someone else for example by asking "isnt it good for u?"

4. That boy is too too nice. this one according to me is used in sooo many ways i can only conclude that this means he is delish! or something.

5. How do u know me now?.... check out innocent for this one....

6. Bambucha! yeah... Fanta ad. Peeps say this and you wonder what you are supposed to say in response.

Other short stories...
The other day my mum tells this story about a friend who was travelling. Enroute she stops at some airport (think she had like an hr to kill), she gets carried away sky shoppin. so as time passes and she gets more and more involved in her shopping, she keeps hearing the over head announcement...
"Mrs butime (read byutime) please report to your gate"
"Mrs. butime, please report as soon as you can"
"Mrs. butime, we may be forced to offload your laguage if you do not report immediately"
"Mrs. butime, Mrs.. butime"

Eventually, she realises that she's running late so she rushes to her gate. When she gets there, everyone is getting bent out of shape over her so they ask if she hadnt heard the announcement.
and she goes like...
"wait! i thought u were calling someone else... my name is BUTIME (bu-ti-me- read it like an African) not byutime"

I basically died.

But that one was relatively okay.... there was the story of another one who got "lost" at the airport... His name "Besingyire".... airport personel went around calling him "besing-wire"


In unrelated news, a friend of mine amused me this morning. Sent this message

G: gwe as a nation i think we need to buy for mrs sevo a new bag!

I fell off my chair laughing. Apparently mrs. sevo has been seen carrying the same bag on numerous occasions and this is uncalled for.
Tandra
Be silent inspired the clean look then she went n changed hers... someone is becoming as bad as me.. LOL

I sooooo relate to this song!!! i had to share... finally got it.. guess thats one thing that came outa idols... ooo well....

I'm not the sort of person
Who falls in and quickly out of love
But to you I gave my affection
Right from the start
If I have a lover who loves me
How could I break such a heart
Yet still you get my attention
Why do you come here
When you know I've got troubles enough
Why do you call me
When you know I can't answer the phone
You make me lie when I don't want to
And you make someone else some kind of an unknowing fool
And you make me stay when I should not
Are you so strong or is all the weakness in me
Why do you come here
And pretend to be just passing by
When I mean to see you
And I mean to hold youTightly
Feeling guilty, worried
Waking from tormented sleep
Oh this old love has me bound
But the new love cuts deep
And if I choose now I'll lose out'
Oh one of you has to fall
And I need you and you
Why do you come here
When you know I've got troubles enough
Why do you call me
When you know
I can't answer the phone
You make me lie when I don't want to
And you make someone else some kind of an unknowing fool
And you make me stay when I should not
Are you so strong or is all the weakness in me
Why do you come here
And pretend to be just passing by
But I mean to see you
And I mean to hold you
Tightly


Melissa Etheridge The Weakness in Me

Tandra
So my cousin came home to officially introduce her boi... sorry fiance. He seems a nice enough chap.

After numerous hours (read 2) of chatting and getting to know each other, my mother felt twas time to ask a very pertinent qn.... So where did you meet???

Cousin giggles and goes on to explain that they met at an ATM and he was ahead of her in the line. He gave up his spot for her (((nanti ladies first))) and she really wasnt impressed at that time. Here she diverted, telling us how long the story was blah blah and it was getting late blah blah.

So we saw them off.... as we were walking back into the house my mother turns to me and says..
"Kati T, you had better also start hanging out at ATMs"
Tandra
6.20AM stupid alarm goes off.. realize its going to be a muddy rain. Drizzle aint letting up.

6.40AM Debate between being appropriately dressed or lounging it in jeans...

decide on presentable shirt and jeans

7.12AM Leave house. Rain cant make up its mind

7.17AM Recieve call asking where I am. I was close.

7. 22AM Go through hotel security

7.24AM Let down by hotel staff. Exhibition area has NOT been set up.

Conference/Exhibition starts by 9.00 AM latest.

7.27AM Finally track down staff incharge

7.33AM As if client arives.

7.40AM Standing by 6 of the 11 tables asked for.

7.41AM Big boss client arrives with HIS boss. Makes me smile. People tend to be humble in

presence of real boss

7.45AM Exhibitors arrive. Still have 6 tables.. not set up in any way.

7.46AM Managers give quack explanation for being behind the times. We aint buying!

8.00AM Finally have 11 tables. No table clothes or skirting.

8.15AM Cloth and skirting arrive.

9.00 AM Declare self mushroom pin (thumb pin) Master. Thumb throbs like a problem!!!

9.40 AM Jeans socked through... walking through muddy "grass"... rain still present.

10.30 AM Through with tables. Colour chosen clashes with my green table tops. Decide to

eliminate.

10.40 AM Inform junour client that im through. She insists that they want ribbon.

Feeling frustrated!

11.10 AM Walking down Luwum street looking for ribbon. All the shades seem weeeeeeird. Rain aint giving up its proggie.

11.40 AM Walk to Skunk's. in desparate need of help. HELP!Skunk came through MAJORLY! Thank U

12.40 PM Make way back with rosetts ( ribonny thingies)


1.15 -PM complete table dressing.. debate on wether to have lunch or not.

1.25 PM looked at suspiciously. Seemed like we timed lunch. Decide to eat with gusto.
Lunch was not for writing home about.

2.05PM Finish off tables.

2.40PM Go home to change. Jeans and shoes done in. Want to catch some z's. CANT

4.20 PM Make way back to finish day.

5.20 PM Goofed by pull up banner thingies. There are no gentlemen out there!!!

6.10PM begin gentle stroll to see friend. Have a loooooovely evening.

10.20PM Get home. Tell the mother and sister about my day.

11.20 PM Eyes shut.