BEAUTIFUL LIFE

Sometimes I think something is terribly wrong with me. Sometimes being the key word. I know and accept who I am though. No complaints here. Its just that there are things that bother me so much and to feel helpless about them just rubs me the wrong way. I’m a people person and to top it up, my love language is touch. I love to hug people- not everyone though cuz some people are horrible huggers. I love, love, love being with and around people. I just really thrive. The irony of it however, is I don’t like people in my space; especially people who I don’t know like that. I don’t like it when a random guy puts his arm around my waist or when someone puts their hands around my eyes and tells me to guess who they are. Don’t get me wrong, I still love people and I think I will for the rest of my life. There’s just that category of people who don’t seem to know the first thing about personal space. It really bothers me when I sit in a taxi- public minivan and my neighbo...

I’m quite the boda person. For those who have not experienced Uganda- a boda is a public means of transport.    A boda is a motorcycle- most are of the bajaj brand so bajaj and boda have somehow become synonymous for each other. I have had quite the experience with bodas for the longest time. I have had mild and serious accidents while travelling on them both very early in the morning and late at night. More often than not, I’ll just get get on the next boda after the accident to either continue to my destination or the hospital depending on how serious the injury. Last evening however, I encountered the type of boda that I never have before. I sat on one on my way form work heading home- after deciding on the amount of course. So, like is my norm, I greet him properly on sitting on the bike and then tell him we can leave. He starts riding and lo and behold, the ninja starts to sing! Yes! He started to sing! Very loudly- like at the top of his voice abou...

My excitement today is so weird… I don’t get it but I do blame you. I really am ecstatic about today being your birthday. Imagine, you weren’t born, what would it be like?  I would never have met you through Sammie who thought she should pose about having a friend with an accent lol. Even more important though, who would break my fall? You've broken my fall endless times, I don't know how it doesn't tire you out. Maybe you're just too polite to admit it lol. This birthday is more meaningful than the ones before because I’m factoring in all your awesomeness- not that I didn’t before. I probably just didn’t realize how much there was to it. My shoulder, my scolder, my hand- holder, my confidant, my friend that redefined the word for me; I love and celebrate you today!!! I’m on my knees before God speaking unfathomable greatness and elevation for you. Knowing you has not left me the same! Thank you for always pointing me back to Him when I’m being a c...

Recently- maybe not so recent, an awesome friend of mine decided to nominate me for the Versatile Blogger Award and I honestly procrastinated until it slipped my mind. I’m weird like that some times. Anyway, today is Diamante’s birthday and the least I could do is make good on it. Of course very much respect to this beautiful woman- DiamondInTheRough for the tag. I will not be too formal about it as I can’t tag 17 whole bloggers lol. Shearevealed is how you can find Karen’s blog and believe you me, you’ll enjoy reading it.     The Rules Thank the person that nominated you and include a link to their blog. Nominate at least 15 bloggers of your choice. Link your nominees and let them know about their nomination. Share seven facts about yourself I will go right into sharing seven facts about myself: I talk to myself very often- I think outloud to process my thoughts. Many times I have to remind myself to be conscious of the fact that I’m around o...

These conversations that start my day are bound to give me a heart attack some day soon! Okay, maybe its not that extreme but lawd!!! I just doesn’t get old. This morning I had one of those shocking yet hillarious conversations with a person who just found out I do a radio show albeit once a month. There was that momentary confusion in which I got labelled a deejay by virtue of my relationship with the seat behind the mic. It was a really awkward moment for me because my interpretation of the word is so different and I had assumed everyone understands it the same way. So I refused to be labelled a deejay   and take credit for the work these ninjas do behind the wheels of steel. I thought I’d check out the definition of the word Deejay will help put it in perspective. Over the years, deejaying has evolved into quite the sophisticated art. It has nothing to do with randomly queuing up songs in your media player- anyone can do that. The ability to muster th...