WHEN HUNGRY, T'IS GOOD TO EAT

Just picture a great big steak,

fried, roasted or stewed.

Oh, food,

Wonderful food,

Marvellous food,

Glorious food.

- Oliver!

That aside, You haven't eaten well untill you've eaten a meal that you made from your own sweat and blood (though I can't quite remember bleeding). Still, last Saturday was spent trying to eat. There we were minding our own business, planning to go out and eat when one of those neighbours who only live inside your TV showed up with a meal; Pasta sauce. His instructions were simple; Warm it.

As I mentally called dibs on the bigger plate, my host calmly informed me that the house was void of cookers or warmers of any sort. We had nothing to cook the spaghetti on and no way to warm the sauce. Bugger! He however quickly reassured me that the building next door had a surround- sound see smell kitchen. So we braced ourselves for the cold, carried our sauce and spaghetti and headed out to find a cooker or try dieing.

On arrival, it was clear things weren't about to get better. No one was home. The only silver lining in the whole business was a tiny puppy called Pombe who'd been locked in but was still content to wag himself from behind the glass door and generally make me wish I could carry him. After Pombe found more interesting things to do than make eyes at us, he went into hiding.

After that, the idea of a trip into town, didn't have the same appeal as before, considering I'd beeen making eyes at the sauce since it and I first met. But there didn't seem to be any other option. But I didn't want to move!!! Sensing my distress, G. I Jane (my alter ego) snapped into action. She made her way back into the kitchen, this time on assignment: Find cooking impliment or die trying. It worked. She , I mean, I found a kerosene stove covered in dust but full of Kerosene. To all the environmentalists out there, I know I was bad, but I was hungry.

Inspite of my renewed faith in God, providence and other mystical things that just are, I wondered what sadistic streak had made Host make us walk out into the uncertain rain, mud and cold.

me: Hey, why didn't we just use the stove?
Host: Stove, what stove? We don't have a stove.
me (pointing): This one right here.
Host: That's a stove(In genuine disbelief)? I thought it was a lantern!

LOL

Later, after the perceived mode of operation had been explained, I could understand how a mistake could have been made. It didn't stop me from laughing at Host though. So finally, we made pasta, ate pasta, digested pasta and couldn't move for pasta. Something about everything we'd been through to eat pasta made that meal the most delicious thing I'd eaten all year. I couldn't remember anything tasting so good!

TRUE COLOURS

I'm a hazard to myself

Don't let me get me, I'm my own worst enemy

It's bad when you annoy your self, so irritating

Don't wanna be my friend no more

I wanna be someone else

-Pink

Last weekend was wicked; we partied till 7 in the morning and long after the die hards had blacked out, I was going strong, on pure adrenaline! I had a ball (as usual, for all the wrong reasons) and didn't touch a drop of alcohol.

The next evening, I woke up energized. The world was beautiful, I mean, it had songs like Potential in it and MunaUganda and Kwata kwata. I can't remember which bazungu songs they played, for some reason. Things were going well untill I tried to stretch my mind to go over the details. It wouldn't go. I shouldn't have pushed; In a rush,specific events of the night before assailed me making me moan like I'd lost the love of my life. Even now, right now, I'm fighting a groan that begs expression. Why, you ask? Because, even if I've always known that I don't need alcohol to get onto a table and gyrate for all I'm worth, even I hadn't believed myself capable of some things. Now don't go calling the cops, every thing was legit, it just made me scared of and for myself, that's all.


Alcohol makes men bold and women loose, right? Uhm, could we have the definition of loose please? And does it become null and void if you haven't been drinking?

Lightening and Thunder

Yeah, I still need to get me some of that.

I'm saddened by permanent departures. A friend's going back home and chances of ever seeing him again are minimal. Its sad. And there's all those promises you make in these situations; to write, send pics, spend each day on skype but there's something about the distance that makes you lose the bond that proximity gave you. Something about forgetting what their smile looks like and how they had a silly dance move that they'd perfected (and how they used to sprawl on the grass when under the influence). I wish he didn't have to go.Oh well, we meet to part, part to meet and what not.

Eh, good news: Great things are coming my way. Now, don't think ill of me but I was googling, as I'm wont to do when... no, I remember how it started, I think I was googling the conspiracy theories on why MJ turned white when I came across this article that said he had a '2 line path'. My mind lurched onto this and by the end of the day, I'd discovered numerology and the fact that mine is a 5 line path.

Now, while there, on the numerology website, I glanced to the side and there was a psychic beckoning me. Yes, I gave in and she told me many nice things but couldn't give me details till I paid her some money. Kati, according to her, I'm on the brink of a life changing expirience so if I give her money, she'll tell me what to look out for, if I don't, nga it passes me by. Now what are the odds that I'm sending my ka hard earned cash to Carlifonia?

In other news: Alcohol makes men bold (and women loose but that's not the point).