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skz kampala: November 2010
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Blogger. Teasing out my energies subtly. drinking less, reading more, loving more, scowling less, slowing down and sniffing the wildflowers by the roadside. Thursday, November 25, 2010. Go for it Skz! My mind says to me. I do travel a bit, but when i do, i don't get the 'stomach' to chronicle my trips. Pity indeed-for my mind says "Skz, you are letting yourself down quite some'. Wanted to do an East-Africa, and from this, i wanted to observe, from a critical perspective, what makes East Africa tick.
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skz kampala: March 2011
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Blogger. Teasing out my energies subtly. drinking less, reading more, loving more, scowling less, slowing down and sniffing the wildflowers by the roadside. Friday, March 18, 2011. Its March, can you imagine! It's March and i have not posted anything since November last year! Truth is, i have been on the move a lot. My work has been taking me to many places. Some of which have left me humbled, made me look deep inside myself, heightened my sense of self-appreciation for all that's around me. My folks loo...
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skz kampala: June 2010
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Blogger. Teasing out my energies subtly. drinking less, reading more, loving more, scowling less, slowing down and sniffing the wildflowers by the roadside. Monday, June 21, 2010. Or can I say, thought convalescence to words… that point, that silent point, your mind *ting* the clarity, the openness, the reality of it all. I’m talking about those intermittent days, when you decide to come home early on a Friday night, and out of boredom, climb into bed early, say half 8. But it doesn’t. Thought two - R...
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Literacy Journey 1 | Bomseh the Great
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Death and sex are the two irresistable forces of life; to cum is to prepare to die. April 30, 2008. On VOK radio, taught me how to use a spoon, she taught me everything, almost. Hand ni gwoko……. 8230;………. Come end of term and through the assessment tests, oral tests and any other tests they gave, I had no trouble pulling the tail as was expected by all but a clueless me. The first song poem I recited in front of an audience when I was in Standard Three;. When man bothers you. Show him a snake. Ati they t...
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Ernest Bazanye | Lies, treachery and sundry deceits | Page 2
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Lies, treachery and sundry deceits. I Have A Theory. Asymp; 12 Comments. Mrs Ruth Kavuma Nvumetta is a Ugandan member of parliament. She represents the islands of Kalangala. This is no place for an honourable elected member of the third arm of government. How did she end up in there? I have a theory. I imagine her aide was rustling through her mail one day in her island MP office and came upon one letter. They want you to visit the house next week, Hon. We’re not that close, Aide. Asymp; 8 Comments.
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25+: Pledge
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Wednesday, September 17, 2014. No rules. No rulers. No kings. No queens. No kings and queens. No laws. Nothing to hold us back. No knights of servitude; no slaves. No idea supreme nor supreme leader. Nothing. Nothing but possibility, probability, profundity, and profanity, too. All things and everything at once possible, probable, profound and profane, too. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Writings on the wall. Fav song these days. Samali Mudamuli Ntikita Ntikita. Quick City ...
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25+: December 2013
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Monday, December 02, 2013. We were are shall be the gods you never had. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I am you, I am that primitive life form crawling out of the primeval oceans, crawling, slithering, hopping, jumping, walking.running.forward. I am you. View my complete profile. Writings on the wall. Fav song these days. Samali Mudamuli Ntikita Ntikita. A Story with no Title.Yet - Part XIV. Empaako Monument Artist: Don’t Create Limits for Yourself. The one about watering. Jasa Membuat Toko Online Surabaya.
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How Could you? | Chanel
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My Get Up And Go Has Got Up And Went. JOLYNE BABIRYE MAGOOLA and JORDAN KATO MAGOOLA. October 23, 2009 by chanelno5. I used order for a urine when I still taking this drink. That was before it kept me up all night and turned me into a zombie all day. Today I woke up to this Mountain Dew advert. Honest who went and thunk this one up? Baz nabalala enjoy your dew. On October 23, 2009 at 7:09 pm. I don’t touch. Mountain Dew. I’m not into caffeine highs, anyway. Besides, Sprites is still king. I just called y...
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25+: Eff the Poor
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Tuesday, June 24, 2014. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am you, I am that primitive life form crawling out of the primeval oceans, crawling, slithering, hopping, jumping, walking.running.forward. I am you. View my complete profile. Writings on the wall. Fav song these days. Samali Mudamuli Ntikita Ntikita. A Story with no Title.Yet - Part XIV. Empaako Monument Artist: Don’t Create Limits for Yourself. The one about watering. Jasa Membuat Toko Online Surabaya. Moving to a new home. I remember writin...
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25+: To hell with unemployment
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Wednesday, July 22, 2015. To hell with unemployment. I hadn't realized I had so many gloomy, cynical acquaintances. Everybody wants to give me religion, sympathy, hope, forbearance, all sorts of idiotic priestly qualities so that I may better weather the storm of unemployment. I don’t…and therefore I must work: but what the hell? Is it anything to cry and pray for forgiveness about? Is it some sort of heinous shame, some great soul-sucking agony for which universal pity is the only cure? I am you, I am t...
