My workmate and I

Lol... I know what your thinking. What’s so funny?!. We moved offices, now i sit next to this dude. Every time I look up from my desk my eyes fall onto his computer (nosy i know). If he is not scrolling up and down his emails it is the spread sheet. I don’t know if its bad timing but truth be told I don’t know what this guys does though to his defense ‘he says he comes in an hour early’.

Then on hourly intervals he disappears for round thirty. At first before we moved it was once a day at 1600hours, then after we moved it changed to 1500hours and well today its every after two hours on average. One of the girls that I work with said that he goes to the toilet i didn’t really believe her and laughed my head off till today when he stood up and went to the toilet. I looked at my watch. Time check 10:35. Other people went in and out he never came out. Time check 11:05 he walked out of the toilet and came back to his desk and started scrolling up and down his email

He for some reason I don’t know has no desk phone, so he has to share with the person next to him. First he used to sit opposite me, now he is stuck next to me, so when the phone rings, he grabs immediately like his life depends on it. I didn’t sign up for a receptionist/ assistant but looks like God smiled down at me and decided I could use one.

He likes to talk about the cost of the things that he has bought; apparently he once paid £68 for a plate of Chinese food, that’s 204,000 Ugandan shillings.

And lastly he doesn’t smell too good.

Shelter from the rain

I find warmth under your shelter
Your smile brings delight
You voice is beyond magical.
If only I could hear it one last time
Then I would want to hear it again and again
If only I could feel the touch of your hand
Then I would never want it to stop
If only I could feel your breath on my skin
Then I would know that you were mine,

And only mine for the moment.
If only I could feel you lips against mine
Then my emotions would arise
If I could hear you footsteps again
My heart would leap for joy
Then my smile would be yet again ,

As bright as you have always liked it.
You are my shelter from the rain
Do not let the rain come down on me.

I so need some sunshine

Am either really hungry or the cold is getting me that i am craving for more food to keep me warm on the inside out. I have gone through four fruit bake strawberry’s snack in a space of an hour i really don’t think it healthy but well a girls got to eat when a girl wants to eat...right?!

In other news;
I don’t know if i am feeling broody or if its the winter that’s getting into my bones but i feel i need some warmth and comforting. Of late when i looked left, right and centre i am yearning to be in a relationship i guess the biological clock is ticking. So the other day i read Paulo’s post on looks vs Heart and lord knows i longed for someone who would be proud of me and of our love like this dude is of his.(as you can see it didn’t work out with Carsozy). Not that i am putting my flag of equal opportunity, same salary range or even more, emancipation down. I am just a girl who wants to be loved and appreciated (this is defiantly not a lonely hearts ad- Sleek you wish).

Factors that lead to the fall of the blog spirit.

Its been quit a while since the last time i was spoilt for choice on which blogger to read from, early in the morning before i rushed off to work, or when i decided to take a break and needed something to laugh or smile about, or when i got home from work on a cold evening and sat infront of my laptop, in my Pyjamas, sipping a nice cup of hot chocolate with tears running down my checks. Its been a long a long while.

What happened to bloggers, Erique, sliverBow,emi,the emrys, jny23,Robyn and everbody else i have not mentioned as for cheri, Carsozy, princess, normzo just drop by once in a while, and not saying i have been perfect but i just miss blogs about real people, real things, real day to day issues, simple issues. Yesterday, Sunday. Time check 21:00 the only post i could find was Lulu’s-made me smile. I don’t know what is killing the blog spirit but truth be told i miss my blog family eeehhh even the King himself.

Putting that aside on saturday, i travelled a hour to meet up with a friend we decided to go to the saloon and It reminded me of that song by GNL and lord i forget his name’s song....'Saloon'..where the chick keeps on saying ‘ndi mu saluuni,( am in the saloon) even past midnight’. Though at end of the day i was treated to some entertainment form the saloon owner who met an old white woman that called her a ‘stupid black bitch’ and hun the sista wasn’t having it.

Sista: What did you say?
Old white woman: you heard me.
Sista: “don’t you think that i am an illegal immigrant who cannot speak English, i went to school with your children, you ask them. When was the last time you even had a shower...Calling me stupid black bitch (Sista jeers) .You stupid cow. You are lucky that there is a God otherwise tonight you would have met you maker. I will send people for you.”

Sista was claimed down by some black brothers.
Black brother: just let it go. Old bitch’s a fool.

What was so amusing about the who story Sista was telling it to everyone that cared to listened. I left the saloon for about 3 hours and came back and she was still talking about the same thing. Apparently the old white woman was so afraid to even get on the same bus as Sista. Truth be told i also would have been very afraid. It was like as though Sista was high on something. She told the story in English- ghanian but i sohow managed to follow.

As a matter of fact Sista said , ‘i did it for all the black people that woman will never say anything like that again. (Sista Jeers Again)Stupid cow’.

Totally off topic;
“I do not know what your destiny will be, but one thing i know, the only ones among you who will be really happy are those who have sought and found how to serve.”
Albert Schwetzer 1875 - 1965

Have a great week people.

Dearest Nev

Dear Nev,

Its amazing how different people impact our lives in different ways. For you i feel connected to in ways i can not explain. When i feel my world threatened you are a friend i can count on, today i called your number but i did not get you. I was told that you were resting and that you were getting better than you were the day before. Moments later i got a message from our friend and she said you smiled. I felt at peace knowing that you were better. Despite the fact that you haven't made it for BHH today, knowing that i wont have the gossip of who did what from you, i am sure that in Dec if there is BHH, we will be there together sharing a joke or two.

Get well soon.
xx

Ugandan girl in the city

Every time i tell someone i work on the runway, the first thing they say is, “i thought your were an accountant ?!” and i am forced to go though the same explain every time that is becoming a bit too boring to me. To summarise it- ‘yes i am’, is usually my answer to which ever the question. The greatest part about working on the runway is on a slow day you start counting the number of plans and landing and taking off , hence marvelling on the beauty of aircraft. The worst part is being checked every morning for stuff you would never dream of bring to work i.e guns and knives, well and how can i say this liquids.

So today we moved offices to terminal 3, and as much as i get an extra hour’s sleep i would rather the simple poshness of BA- terminal 5. I walked out and i felt like i was infested with people and discovered something new about myself – i hate crowded places. Though on the bright side if you read this post and you are in the neighbourhood or just passing through give me a shout and lunch is on me.

In other news

My thoughts linger
My hopes vanish
My desire diminishes
I starve to hold you close.
To see you, to place myself next you
But all I see, is all I feel
Void, emptiness, and estrangement
I hold my hand out
I hold my head high
I am on my own now
And I wonder if you care
I wonder if you know
That once you made me smile
Once you made my heart leap with joy
Once you gave me a reason to wake up in morning
And see the beauty in the morning sunrise
Now as the darkness closing in
The new moon is not as soulful
And neither is the night of the full moon
Simply because you are not part of it anymore
Simply because you are not there.

Life in a library

I have chosen to join the rollercoaster ride and get myself back into books. So like every beautiful girl every saturday morning me feet lead me to the library. For a library, my local is a bit nosy and quite not what you would expect so music tends to be my bestfriend.

Only at this library do you find;

- The Ugandan man who sat next to me and every 5 minutes decided to receive a call and speak in Luganda- i guess hoping that no one had a clue what he was on about.

- The Ghanaian man who changed history and asked for my email address as opposed to my phone number.

-The father who come to use the Internet with his baby. (I thought that was sweet..the baby bit only)

-The Hundi couple who sat infront of me. Where the husband( I presumed) pulled a chair to sit for his wife (chivalry), and then dumped a whole load of stuff for her to read infront of her. To be honest she didnt seem like she really wanted to be there (I call for emancipation).

-The late 40ish man who was studying for ACCA and seemed to be asleep the whole while and only on intervals would awake and look left and right to make sure no one noticed. ( I so did notice)

Just for the record I honestly i do study when i go the the library.

New Word for the week: Organic Man- Man living in Africa preferably Uganda (with no artificial colours or frozen). Also Free range.

Food for thought
"God gave him Knowledge and understanding of all kinds of literature and learning."
Daniel 1:17