After dark, my sweet

I'm empty. no rage, no happiness. Searching for that 'elusive obvious'. Read that in a book long time ago, Can't remember what it was in reference to but sure fits my situation. Let me think, 'what's to look forward to?' Hmmm...nothing.

I should start writing the great African novel. I promise to make it dark and twisted so that pips can think I was Shakespeare's cuz or something. I think the sicker, the better. Problem is, I have a rebellious spirit, heart too. The rest of me has agreed to be evil for the rest of my life, The aforementioned won't comply. How, do I know? Well.. the horror stories I write end with the heroine falling in luv with the ugly, dark twisted thing that's been pursuing her the entire time. And she nurses his hurt and heart and then they run away together to start a life away from the cruel world.

Embarrassing, isn't it. Anyways, I've made up my mind: today, ama start writing the ultimate horror story. Good may truimph over evil or vice versa but absolutely no one will get mushy. Promise. Lemme get to it. xoxox.I mean... death to the west, skulls and cross bones, fire and brinestone...

EMPLOYMENT... or lack of

It's a wonder am still allowed in here. Been so long. So... If I do the maths right, I've been out of school for two months. It feels like bloody forever. I'm already feeling like a ne'er- do- well; no job, no money, living on hand outs and all that mess. I'm free lancing for a news paper but that don't mean anything significant.

Let's share the most heartbreaking experience this season. Made even worse by the fact that there's no brother involved so I'm not inclined to go over it with a fine toothed comb. Here goes;

An advert for the ideal job with the American Embassy presented itself. I couldn't believe it but I actually friggin qualified on all fronts!! I did the necessary leg work, got all the details I needed and dived in head first. Kati, keep in mind that they needed a well spoken person who was familiar with the predominant cultures in Uganda. There was this major emphasis on good English and grammar. I swear, I could already see myself happily married to the Ambassador's youngest son, or whatever.

Then, two days after handing in, I happened to glance at the soft copy of my CV. The horror, the shock was unimaginable. You know that part where u put, " NATIONALITY:", I'd written, "UGANDA". And if u don't get the horror in that then you're just as bad as me.