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Volume 2, Issue 1

OH NO!!! ITS

JANUARY!

The

Dance

Studio

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ORGANISATION IN FOCUS :

The Dance StudioKampala. The dance tutors are some of the bestdancers in Uganda who have put in the hard work

to become competent dance tutors with a widerange of styles from Hip hop, through African andModern Contemporary as well as Ballroom whichincludes the popular Salsa. They regularly updatetheir dance technique and range with internationalworkshops and showcases in Africa and Europe.

The Dance classes are organized in one (1) hoursessions Monday to Saturday from 9am to 8pmat the very competitive price of UGX 10,000 persession. Package deals are available for twelve (12)

sessions or more, couples andgroups of friends/colleagues.

Peak hours are 5pm 8pm onweekdays and there is usually

a waitlist for these hours as thestudio is trying to keep the classes

small so as to have an effective tutor toclient ratio.The benefits of dance are exponentialfor personal wellbeing. First, fun activitiesrelease endorphins that help relieve stressand make us feel happy increasing ourability to face day to day challenges.

Second, learning a

new skill keeps yourbrain sharp andboosts memory.Third, the physicalexercise buildsstrength, staminaand can be usedto lose excessbody weightor maintain

ones ideal bodyweight.

You can join a class individually,as a couple or with a group of

friends. You may have three left feetor an innate rhythm that takes overwhen the music plays, either way, its

a terrific wayto havefun, release

stress and get a good work out.Disclaimer: For best results, dont take yourself tooseriously.

By Angella Emurwon

Welcome to The Dance Studio! Situated inthe entertainment hub of Kisementi, The DanceStudio is on the second floor right above Checkerssupermarket. It is an austere place with a pastelshade of purple on its walls, large mirrors and a whitetiled floor. It doesnt seem all that remarkable at firstglance. A simple set up: music courtesy of a soundmixer hooked up to a laptop and 2 big speakers,and a charming dance tutor who immediatelyputs you at ease.

A little while later we meet Brenda. Tosee Brenda dance it is hard to imaginethe unassuming, no-nonsense lawyer

that walked in twenty minutes earlier.She dances with abandon anda smile radiates from her wholebeing as she executes with easea complex set of moves that shesbeen working on for two weeks. Byher own admission, she has begunto see herself in a whole new way.She is gaining confidence frommastering the steps, looking andfeeling superb from the greatworkout she gets dancing

three times a week. Thesedays, she adds killer heels toher pinstriped suits.

Bukenya, a visual effectsconsultant, is her dancepartner this session andis working on his leadingskills. In the partneringdances, thesuccess of thedance is onlyas good as themale partnersability to lead. Hismovements arestrong, preciseand fluid to allowBrenda to shine.At the end ofthe hour, hesays it feels like hes just ran half a marathon thoughtheres a definite swagger to his step because henailed the routine. You better believe it, inspiringthings happen at The Dance Studio.

The Dance Studio opened its doors earlier this yearand is stealthily making its mark on the art scene in



OFFICE tales :

I have been reading your column Office

characters and I decided to tell you about aworkmate of mine, you could call her the office

*****

Eve is pretty. She is very light brown, slender

with well apportioned hips and luscious lips.

She has this practiced walk that makes her hips

sway slightly ,subtly that gets all men excited.

Thats what made me be instantly on my guard

around her. On first glance, she strikes you as

a friendly , well behaved intelligent girl. She is

very intelligent. She knows how to behave well

and even more importantly , she knows how

to be friendly, to the right people. I have been

reading about office characters and this babe

fits the personage of stupid-pretty-ambitious-

too-clever-thinks-too-much-of-self tag. See ,

when Eve came to work in our department,

we were all delighted. It meant less workload

for us and we could get all the nerds in the

IT department to get us internet access at all

times. She was an efficient worker who met all

deadlines and could help you out. The problemwas that any favor she gave out, she collected

with a vengeance. She would make one do crazy

things for her just because one owed her or

because the fool man could not see beyond her

beauty and makeup. Eve was a self-conceited ,

ambitious, cruel ,rude, arrogant bitch. She never

did anything unless there was something in it

for her. She bullied and abused her colleagues.Her personal relationships were terrible. With

time, everyone in the office got to know about

her. The grapevine spread the news far and

wide. After sometime, Eve decided she wanted

to move to another more exciting department.

Despite applying everywhere, she got nowhere.

So she implemented another strategy : sleep

with all the top bosses. Eve seduced all the topmanagement in the company and opened her

legs for everyone. As word got around, more

of the top bosses who had always fancied her

came for their share. This line of operation

failed miserably. Not only did most of the

managers just use her, but when one was fool

enough to forward her name, the people in her

department of choice offered to take less pay

and work more hours to keep her out. In our

department, we also threatened to resign unless

she was thrown out. Stupid girl has now bitten

the dust.

This is the story of Eve working in K-Telecom

located in Kenya that submitted by

Janat .

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BEFORE you pack up to leave, kindlylend me your sight.

You just clicked the Save button one last time.

Your resignation letter is now ready to be

printed on Company paper, using a Company

Printer, during time you ought to be offering

the Company.

But that is the least of your worries.You say the Company let you down.

They had convinced you that they

were different, that they would

promote internally groom their

own and now they let you

down mbu.

You argue that this is not an act of vengeance

that you are simply moving on to betterthings. Your friends are happy for you.

Mbu your new employer is better, more

considerate, putsfirst, tolerant, and will at

least fill positions internally hullo!

You can not turn back youve probably told

half the staff that you are leaving anyway I

bet you they are all glad you are leaving. If you

have an issue with sourcing personnel fromoutside, you probably also have an issue with

the tea girl who brought you thewrong cup

the other day, an issue with the new girl who

stays in the office longer, and the other day

somebody was seated on your chair. You also

can not stand your neighbors music.

You are an excellent professional you know

your stuff, and isnt that why you are able to

another job at will. Thats the smile on your

The End ofInnocence

co-workers good riddance to bitchiness, and

to competition.

Whatever happened to the innocence in

you, that made you stuff oily chapattis in the

pockets of your Kaki shorts at Shimoni as you

kept pinching on them thinking we did notnotice, sorry but we noticed.

Blame it on the MD they say. Welcome to

the world. Your MD did not leave his son at

Lincoln this morning to be nice to you. He

was hired (yes hired) to create a return on

investment. Forget those dreams of awards

and hugs this is business and its ugly, but it

brings the money. Hear it from me, your MDis not going to hell, and he

might just reach heaven before you.

He is doing his job and needless

to add, a very good job cut him some.

You print the letter and head

straight to the MD, mbu you have no

time for the HR. You are not providing notice

period and are leaving tomorrow with all thecompanies data, also deleted, thank heavens

you would have formatted the hard disk

lets see how they will manage without me

And who are we to say otherwise, weve

probably left somewhere to be happy

elsewhere. Its your shot.

Ronald Rwakigumba

Blame it on

the

MD they

say.


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Friends always ask me what I makeof Rwanda. I have been here forexactly two years and these are afew of my impressions; first, the

obvious- the countryside is beautiful,Kigali city is very clean and safe comparedto other East African cities and corruptionis relatively low. And of course the girlsare gorgeous. I am told the guys arehandsome too, but that is not for me to

say.

Having said that, Rwanda reminds mevery much of my sojourn in England andFrance where I did my undergrad as I willlater explain.

There are things about England andFrance which I will always have fondmemories of; The first time I got on toa train, the first time I saw and touchedsnow, the first time I said something inEnglish or French and the person I wasaddressing did not ask me to repeat

myself so that he could make out what Iwas saying (strange accent I had!).

I remember the picturesque French townsand the elegant and beautiful French girlsand the unfailingly polite English folk.

I also remember the touching randomacts of kindness; Being invited by a friendto spread Christmas with his family, aFrench classmate offering to help me withmy French law assignments, being greetedheartily by a stranger on a chilly morning.The above acts stood out because theywere rare. In my past life in Uganda I had

come to expect acts of kindness almost asa birthright because that is the nature ofthe people.

There were many other things to admireabout life in England and France, but myoverriding memories of university life areof cold winters, being broke, fruitless jobsearches and the ubiquitous plastic smilesof the English folk .

However, all the above pale intoinsignificance when compared to theoverwhelming sense of loneliness that I

felt in my first two years despite beingsurrounded by friends most of whomwere White( only 2 other Blacks studiedlaw or stayed in Halls of Residence like

I did). While my friends were some ofthe most decent people I have ever met,it always felt like they had erected aninvisible wall around them which youcould never penetrate. At first I thoughtthis was a temporary wall which wouldbreak down as they got to know and trustme. But with time I learnt this is whothey were and this is the only way theyknew how to lead their lives. The only

times the walls would crumble was if theygot drunk. It is then that someone mightconfess to hating a certain housematewhom I previous assumed was thispersons best friend. I found it very sadthat any one has to be drunk in orderfor them to open up, to embrace theirvulnerability, to be humane.

In England most people were keen to getalong in with everyone else. That oftenmeant being blind to your differences.It also meant engaging in harmless talklike who got the most wasted, sloshed,

knackered(all mean drunk) during thepast weekend. It was considered prudentto steer clear of anything controversial likepolitics or religion for fear of upsettingothers who may hold contrarian views.Intellectual discourse too was shunnedfor fear of coming across as a bit of a snob.It was actually considered cool to appearto be not so well read. Many of my lawcourse mates bragged that they had neverread and completed a book their entirelives! (I did not believe that for a singlesecond!)

Often, my attempts to steer conversations

to something more intellectuallystimulating was mostly an exercise infutility, my friends wearing blank lookswhile I pontificated about immigration,free speech, fair trade, latent racism,Islamic fundamentalism, Africanrenaissance or any other topic on which Iheld strong views.

I particularly remember going to watchthe ALI movie with a group of friends.After the movie, all they went on aboutwas how dope Ali was dodging puncheswith his two-step move which was likehe was dancing. I would have preferredto discuss his religious views and hisrefusal to be conscripted into the US Armyon grounds that he did not believe the

Vietnam War was justified. Fat chance ofthat happening! In short I always felt therewas a disconnect between my aspirationsand theirs. Yet somehow we still remainedfriends.

During these first two years I wasalways searching for an elusive middleground which would combine elementsof Christian virtue with elements ofWestern fun. I had become distrustful ofthe overly religious who I thought were apretentious lot and was weary of keepingthe company of those who led a carefreefun filled existence, like life was one bigjoy ride. Many were the nights I spentin agonizing thought, wondering whatI could do to find likeminded people orto convince people about this middleground.

It was only in my 3rd and 4th year that Istarted finding friends I could relate to.And things became easier after that.

Back to Rwanda; for all the impressivestrides Rwanda has made over the past15 years, most of our hearts remain coldand distrustful. In that respect living inRwanda sometimes feels like dj vu forme. It reminds me of UK and France. Toomany people seem to have erected wallsaround themselves and will only revealmorsels of themselves while in a drunkenstate.

I remember one incident when a friendfrom Uganda met me and some friendsat a popular hang-out spot in Kigali. Ina bid to get to know people better, he

kept attempting to ask what peoplesoccupations were with questions likeWhere do you work? Or What do youdo? To which he got ambiguous answerslike I work somewhere down the road,I work in town, I do some consultingstuff. No one was specific about whatthey do for a living. Yet all these peoplehad decent jobs which were no cause forshame!

On the surface everyone is friends witheveryone else, and whenever you meetit is all hugs and kisses, but try to delve

deeper, and you will mostly find its allsuperficial stuff. It is not always obviousto visitors, but it becomes apparent whenafter two years you cannot say you reallyknow who your friends are or what theiraspirations are. In fact without Face bookI would never know most of my Rwandanfriends surnames. Some have tried toexplain it off as cultural while othersblame it on our tragic history. Whatever itis, it has to change and the change startswith us.

Happy New Year to you all!

By Richard Balenzi

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You know when you are out of uni and you searchevery nook and cranny for jobs and then you finally get one !!??

Believe it or not the 1st job I got was at a garage. Funnily enough it

wasnt that bad, apart from being the only female species there and

being forced to learn things about male gadgets.

2nd job a media firm, we use to work 9- anytime after 6 that theboss allows you to go. Usually he would wait for 5.30pm to load you

with lots of work and bug you with hundreds of questions, So by the

time youre leaving work, its around 8p.m. and thats very early, so

you better run out given the chance. After a series of good and bad

jobs I decided to get married, thought I may do better in that field.

3rd job Accountant to a retail home appliances store.

Very good salary, but boss was so uneducated

it hurt. I get all accounts are manually done,

I get everything streamlined and put it in

place computerised accounting system.

One day I give him reports from the

new system and due to illiteracy

says: I dont want this system, lets

go back to the old one (Oh yeah you

better believe this, there are these kind

of people out there making billions per

year). After a good 8mnths of struggling

back and forth with this illiterate boss, I quit.

Unfortunately Im 4months and doesnt look like

anyone is willing to employ a preg woman, so I stay home for

about a year. Then one day I get this extremely unbelievable offer. To

work as P.A for the CEO of an international school, the biggest of its

kind in E. Africa.

I go for the interview, in my best skirt suite, looking very sharp and

confident, ready to take on whatever comes my way. Boss explains

to me how the job is very challenging for someone who is really

ambitious and willing to learn and this kind of person needs to be a

graduate at least, with good qualifications and work experience (thats

just a summary of it in my own words, you know things that bosses

say to make you think the job is THE OPPORTUNITY you have beenlong searching for.)

The interview was crazy, I was even being asked about cricket

players, scores, the MTV music awards (if thats what they call them).

After changing diapers for 6mnths and being home for a year, youre

pretty not in line with world happenings, especially those that didnt

qualify for news headlines. I was sure I was never going to get this

one, and wasnt too worried about it either, due to fear of being asked

the same questions day in day out.

Surprisingly enough I was called for the job and even though I was

offered peanuts,(please at this point I need to distinguish small

peanuts and big peanuts, cuz I get the really small one that if you had

someone your hands, you would need a microscope to view them).

I excitingly accepted reasoning that this was a big opportunity, the

once in a lifetime kind that if you refuse you will never find anywhere

and regret for the rest of your life. I was Personal Assistant to CEO,

How big a post, how exciting to sit next to the vision navigator of the

famous and highly reputable group of schools. I was given a desk of

my own, a phone and a comp very different to my last jobs where

the space I currently have on my own, in my old job was shared by

5 employees, all who had files and papers to work on plus had to

eat and drink form the same desk. This truly felt International and

Corporate.

THEN: On my very first week, I was included in many meetings,

met many big profile people. I felt sooo good and

special and LUCKY!

NOW: As days go bye, I wonder what the

whole daze was about. Day in day out,

I wonder why I had to go through 3years of university and spend some

sleepless nights trying to cram

formulas and names. A normal day for

me is come to office, clean the CEOs

desk, greet all that come my way, serve

coffee to CEO and whoever is in his

office, sit and stare at comp, read any inbox

mail that I may have (usually its instructions

on print this, send this, call this person), then when

am bored I surf through the internet (mind you all interesting siteslike face book, yahoo, gmail etc ) If am lucky he may ask me to type

a written letter. Now and again he will come and check my monitor

to just make sure I havent cracked my way into an inaccessible site.

And of course all fellow employees tell me not to say am bored and

to look like am doing something. You wonder how much you can do,

when you have no work to do.

Oh by the way, given those terms, it means, you cant ask for a salary

raise, cuz as it is there isnt any work youre doing. Soooo much for

INTERNATIONALISM!

Lessons learnt:

1.Guys if you ever envy any of your friends who have big positions

in big places thinking they earn a lot, please from now on, DONT!

Sometimes youd rather be the tea girl at an NGO than the manager

at a big private firm.

2. Not everything that glitters is Gold; if it isnt metal then its some

sharp glass waiting to cut you immediately you pick it up.

3. When you complain of too much work, please think of the man who

has no work and its driving him insane

ZU

Story ofmy life!



After working in the Internet / IT industry for several yearsI have come across my share of people that should not be allowed

to touch a computer. I could not find a test that would test the

knowledge of an average person to determine if they were worthy

or not to use a computer.

Here are twenty one questions to test your computer literacy. Answer

carefully, you are being graded. Answer yes or no

1. Do you proclaim, out loud, your three year old knows more about

computers than you do?

2. Are you still looking for the Any Key?

3. Do you really think you win something for being the 421,232th visitor?

4. Is your only solution to call the family computer geek?5. Do you call the thing above the 8 a snowflake?

6. Is Internet Explorer your default browser?

7. Do you believe that the Firefox people are talking about is the 1982 movie

about a really cool jet?

8. Do the blinking ads compel you to click?

9. Are your passwords on a sticky note on your monitor?

10. Do you ignore those messages that tell your anti-virus subscription has expired?

11. Is your home networks name workgroup?

12. Do you not believe in a firewall?

13. Do you anxiously open every attachment in your email?14. When someone is explaining something technical, do you dismiss it as computer talk?

15. Do you think you can get a free iPod for filling out your zip code?

16. Do you believe the IT people have magical powers?

17. Do you have a collection of floppy discs?

18. Have you hit your monitor when your computer gave an error?

19. Do you still the think the Internet is a fad?

20. When someone asks whats wrong with your computer, do you respond with, Its slow?

Well, did you do? If you answered Yes to any of the questions,

then you fail. You probably already give the IT folks migraines and

it would be best if you stepped away from the computer. Oh yeah,

they already make fun of you. You are referred to as a SEU - Stupid

End User. When you call them with a problem they laugh and tell the other

IT people that you have another Eye-Dee-Ten-Tee error (figure it out). The only

thing you are good for is clicking on ads. There may be hope for you yet.

If you answered No to all the questions, then you had a good l

augh and sympathized with IT people around the world.

Thank you for not being one of them.

from the IT department

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TOP SCAMS OF 2009:

to t hmangety an

upidty

10. The building scam: this one happens tothe rich people. A person approaches youwith a deal of putting up a building undervarious agreeable terms with the killer onebeing that after a number of years or months ,total ownership and all proceeds revert to

you. Unbeknownst to you, the building willfall aprt in the year or month after you get toown it

9. Nigerian con : an email in your inbox sayingso and so died leaving this much money andyour account details are needed for a joint claimof which you will get over 1Million $ . Eitheryour account is cleaned out or you are asked to

pay some processing fees. Needless to say, yourshare never materializes

8. Lottery win : again an email saying that youhave won first prize in a lottery for which younever bought a ticket or that your email addresswas picked at random and you won. Either youraccount is cleaned out after you dish out youraccount details or you are asked for a processing

fee

7.Festivity gifts: an almost ingenuios scam.You are informed that you have been chosento receive a gift in commeration of idd/xmas/thanksgiving/new years/easter/ Hanukkah/ etc andyou are asked to contact someone who will askyou for money if you are lucky or worse if youare not.

6.Dumb guy with letter; pathetic butpresentable looking guy approaches you in arestaurant or mall and shows you a letter with

sob story that touches the strings of your heart.Letter also says bearer is dumb or deaf or both.Dude even has an ID. Interesting how the bearer

never gets enough money to pay off whatever hewanted to pay off

5. Woman with child : desperate tired womanwith a child or two in tow. Presentable looking oreven smartly dressed. Has sob story of not havingenough money either to get home or for kids orhow she was robbed. Sometimes she forgets sheconned you before and spins the same yarn a fewdays later. Found in a crowded place

4. Help email/text : a distress message from oneof your friends usually from their usual address orstrange phone number with seemingly authenticdetails about you. They are stuck somewhere orsomething like that. Trap is the strange contactaddress or account they ask you to deposit the

money. Can be avoided by making calls to

person involved or to people close to them.

3. Foreign jobs: usually an offer to workelsewhere at good terms. Seems legitimatewith offices and staff. After paying a fee, workdocuments are processed for you and someoneescorts you to the new country. When you getthere, all your documents are taken away fromyou and one enters a life of slavery with little orno contact with the outside world.

2. Ponzi scheme / Pyramids : long runningscam where one is told to join a scheme for afee and get others to join. The more people youconvince, the more you earn. It always goesburst. It operates like an MLM but usually doesnt

have a product attached to it.

1. Drum rolls please : the number one scam of2009 is . Wait for it .. THE DISSAPPEARING

BANK. Residents of the border town of Malaba inthe East African Country of Uganda experienced

this one first hand. The bank opened an officein Malaba town, advertised on radio and took$100,000 in deposits over two months. But wheninvestors turned up to reclaim their money, allthey found was a note saying: Sorry the bankoperations have been moved to a new place.The scammers had paid for food, rent andadvertising with fake cheques. all that was left

inside the office of Visa Finance Bank are emptychairs - the cashiers, fans and even the carpets

have all gone.http://allafrica.com/stories/200907221041.html



Grating

I was in ofice early - very early

this morning and thought, why

not kill two birds with one

stone? I have picked up the stone

again, one bird dead, Im looking

for the second...

There is this skit in a music

video where a guy auditions,

with shades and all, but his voice

is, to say the least, shady. The

ever so delicate judge assureshim that he would give him a

standing ovation - if only he was

deaf!

This revolution in big brother is

too much. Even the most hated

guy in the house won? Were they

counting the votes backwards?

Not that I voted, but, I felt that

common sentiment was againsthim. Does my opinion matter

any more? More importantly,

does my vote count? Even more

important, would my vote have

counted? MOST IMPORTANTLY...

wait, this is too much...

The world cup is around the

corner, and it is my new years

resolution to give you world

cup updates instead of pothole

updates...at least until the world

is over - or the world cup -

whatever.

Speaking of potholes, I

now agree with our august

minister of Infrastructure and

development (lol here) that

we need rougher roads. The

rate of carnage on our roadsis so alarming, that the alarm

needs resetting...at least for the

holidays...

So, I have decided in the spirit of

Christmas, to ask santa to give

us so many potholes, that we

may be forced to slow down our

driving, and not just because of

them police speeding guns. Im

sure the IG of Police has included

a request for more of these

devilish devices in his Santa

wishlist.

My apologies to all them sales-

friends of mine, but there is

this one eyes-rolling, disgusting

question that I keep hearing,Are

you tired of....? You can ill in the

blanks. If your in a trance like

state, youll be like, Yes.

Which is what those questionsintend you to do. For me, not

to brag, I am more awake than

that. I usually snap out of the

trance like, Yes, but, who are

you? Do I know you? Why am I

talking to you? Why did I even

answer your question? Then Id

give him a question of my own,

Are you tired of trying to trick

people into buying your stuff by

asking them the same, old Are

you tired questions? Right,

sure, now you know, get a life.

The wise men once said, We

have come to bring Gold to the

baby... Im hunting for them. One

of them is going to be Godfather

to my kids...

While shepherds watched theirlocks by night, they heard

the most beautiful voices, and

saw the most beautiful beings.

Singing in the clouds. And we

have the nerve not to believe

guys who are high on weed...

Im iguring a way of putting

smileys in my article, just so

you can get what Im saying by

how I say it. I read somewhere

that it could be done with words,

but I dont have the time to write

(smug smiley) and things likethat all over an article. Messy,

and you end up analysing jokes

instead of just groaning at them.

Abid, I now know of a way you

can repay me; *wink wink*

(urgh!)

Beenie man was in town. Or was

he? Im not so sure...

Sometimes people think Im

not sober when I write a whole

truckload of nonsensical matter

like this. I wish to assure all of

you that I am ...not!

Speaking of which, I am yet to

take my leave...

P.S. I dont know if they write

PSs on articles, so well just call

this a letter for publication, but,

Id like to warn the editor that

the english contained herein is

correct, and any grammatical

inconsistencies are FULLY

INTENDED for effect. Im

watching you....

By Otea the grate


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The BurglarA burglar broke into a house one night. He shined hisflashlight around, looking for valuables, and when hepicked up a CD player to place in his sack, a strange,disembodied voice echoed from the dark saying,

Jesus is watching you.

He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlightoff, and froze.When he heard nothing more after a bit, he shookhis head, promised himself a vacation after the nextbig score, then clicked the flashlight on and begansearching for more valuables. Just as he pulled thestereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as abell he heard,

Jesus is watching you. Freaked out, he shined hislight around frantically, looking for the source of thevoice. Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlightbeam came to rest on a parrot. Did you say that? theburglar hissed at the parrot.

Yep, the parrot confessed, and then squawked, Imjust trying to warn you. The burglar relaxed, Warnme, huh? Who in the world are you? Moses, repliedthe bird. Moses? the burglar laughed. What kind

of people would name a bird Moses? The kind ofpeople that would name a Pit Bull Jesus!!!

humour CENTRAL

The future of church collections

What were Tiger Woodsand his wife doing out at2.30 in the morning?

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He was a good man. A God fearing man.He was a saved man, ready to do what the Holy

book said.Compromise was out of the question, andthat definately meant no breaking the law. Soyou can imagine the torture and pain he musthave gone through when he was stopped by a

policeman in Mukono for over speeding.He was trying to hurry back to Kampala so hecould be in time for his five year olds birthdayparty. But he knew that was no excuse forbreaking the law. He thus resigned himself to

his fate as the Police Officer walked up to hiscar.Goo afternoon sir, i believe you realise you avebeen goin in too too fast for our Ugandan roadshere. You almoss causin assiden!

Im sorry sir! I was in a hurry to get somewhere,but i know that is no escuse. I will not do itagain!Ofcos you will not do it again. It is zis pipollike you who are jus causin assidens assidens

everytime. It is zis pipol like you who olmos killOgenga Latigo on de roads.Im sorry sir.Ok now you are sorre. Now me if i let yougo, aww wil i kno zat you are sorre? Ok Mupamiimi!At this point, the man couldnt understandkiswahili, but he knew it sounded like thePolice officer was asking for a bribe. he decidedto ignore the last sentence and instead he

apologised again.Miimi nataka kitu kidogo!!!! the officerrepeated!The man decided that he was not going to goagainst the Lords commands and give a bribe.That was corruption! That was theft! That was

sinful! He could go to hell! He could burn foreternity! He thus refused!The angered Police Officer decided this was

not going to be the end of him, so he entered themans car and ordered him to drive to the policestation.On reaching the police station, the man waslocked up in a cell. All the other Police Officersaround advised him to just give the other officersomething small, and he would be set free. The

saved man looked at his wrist, read the lettersWWJD engraved on his wrist band, and thought,What would Jesus Do! he decided to makehimself comfortable. Of course, for simple overspeeding, he would be out of there in no time.Minutes turned to hours.Afternoon turned to evening.The man refused to succumb to temptation! Thisis a test from God! he convinced himself! Whenit clocked 19.00, the Officer who had arrested

him ordered for blankets to be brought.This man will sleep here and tomorrow morningwe will transfer him to the main prison!He looked up to the ceiling and begun recitinghis prayers. Just then another Officer came andasked why he had refused to pay and be set free.The man explained that it is not good for a manof God to do things of the world. The officer,being a savedee himself,decided to quote a scripture for the man:

Mathew 5:25Settle matters quickly with your adversary whois taking you to court. Do it while you are stillwith him on the way, or he may hand you overto the judge, and the judge may hand you over tothe officer, and you may be thrown into prisonWith that, the man paid his way out of jail!

By Sara Akelly

idlers corner

Goo afternoon sir, i believe you realise you ave been goin in tootoo fast for our Ugandan roads here. You almoss causin assiden!

Mathew 5:25


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So here I am, sitting in a parking lot and it just hit me that I havent written anything yet for the workzine! So yeah,I am going to attempt to do that now, barring of course any interruptions by the hard working parking attendants

coming over to ask me why Im just sitting here slowly getting cooked in this heat. What, you also want to knowwhy? Well, lets see, the sun iswell, shining is a bit of an understatement, burning is more like-

Just a moment, this chap is really getting insistent, I suppose he doesnt like getting ignored hey what do you know,turns out I was blocking traffic!! Good thing I looked up when I did, there was this hefty um, Ill go with lady, justin case she does read the workzine and thinks back to the magical moment when we almost met- almost cuz thatsuspiciously metal bar looking like thingy she was holding in her hand gently persuaded me to hightail it out of therebefore it could have any ok, seriously, I dont have the time to write this out, shes bearing down fast!! Gotta run!!Ok, think I lost her. Whew, where was I? um, maybe I should start over

So here I am, sitting in a parking lot and- why am I sitting in a parking lot? Now that is a good question!! Why amI sitting in a parking lot? Well, lets see, I got into my car and drove- Aiee, I just remembered, some idiot petrolattendant robbed me!! Shamelessly, without batting an eyelash, and just like that let me drive off with and empty

tank, now how fair is that? Ok, I know I know, it happens everyday and blah blah blah, but this is my petrol station!!I would drive halfway across town just to fuel up there (of course it has nothing to do with the fact that they alsohave the cheapest fuel in town, nothing at all, honest, the fuel attendants there just do it for me, I mean, with thecar and all), and then they do this to me? To me?!

Eh, anyway, that is beside the point, I was saying something about me being in a parking lot and- oh yeah, do you have any idea how good the bypass is for some of us chaps? I mean, Wandegeya toNtinda in ten minutes!! Now that is something!! Of course you still have to deal with a few things Imean, the other day I saw a bajaj guy knock a cow, I mean seriously, it almost looked like he aimed forthe poor animals-aiee, crazy lady found me!! Guess thats what I get for trying to hide out in the sameparkin lot and it looks like she brought along her brother um, wait, no, sister? Yikes, I am so outof here!!

So here I am, sitting in a parking lot, an empty one this time - how many times have I started writing this article Iwonder eeh, thats not important. You know, I keep trying to tell you what Im doing in this place but you neverstay long enough to listen, or in this case read far enough down, Im starting to think you dont really care!! Oh,you read this far down cuz youre actually curious? Funny, I never considered that!

Well, I am just so you know, there are no parking attendants here. Or hefty ladies armed withcrowbars and the like so nothing is going to interrupt me, well, nothing I can think of right now. Sobuckle up (yeah yeah, I know youre probably thinking finally!! you know, with all the eye-rolling tomake sure I dont miss the sarcasm) and prepare for the ride.Oh, phone call, hang on a moment, I really have to take this, the workzine doesnt exactly pay yet youknow.

Ah, there you are, still awake. Um, ok, I know it was a long phone call but I really really had to take it, one of those

make or break things. But Im here now, in this lovely secluded spot that is slowly getting darker so no one will beable to see me to bother me wait a second, thats not such a good thing what happens if that shifty eyed fellowwhos been walking past picks up the courage to do something drastic!! There is no one to call for help aroundhere maybe I should move; at least in the other parking lot the attendants could have helped me against the lady,hereOh no, the chaps coming back!! What am I to do what am I to do (okay, so I know its a really strange time for anaside, possible impending doom and all, but I just realized I have a particular writing style!! Cool, that means I havea signature style that no one can take away from me!!)Where was i? oh yeah, in the middle of being terrified Im not pulling this off very well, am I? *Sigh and Imsupposed to be a creative writer. Till next time I suppose.

By Brian B. Coutinho

Idling


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Prose and Poetry

Wasted YearsI never did care one single bit what I Did

All my shortcomings I cautiously Hid

And from the truth I often Slid

Never sure whether to be at the Fore, Back or

Mid

Like an unsure Astronaut praying for God

Speed

The days had hitherto slowly faded away

The seconds never willing to Stay

And the minutes never ready to Play

And so I blindly went Astray

But now I dearly and painfully Pay

All the nice things left Unsaid

All the outstanding bills left Unpaid

All the Angel wings left Unspread

All the yearning Souls left Unfed

All these things now make me Afraid

In this life that lies under the Sun,Let not pleasures be all that you Yearn

Dont waste time having a lot of Fun

Where people walk, My son, You Run

Then your success will have Begun

Bernard Ewalu Olupot

P.R.O Voice Communication (U) Ltd

ExtinctionHer makeup is her best friend,Her coat her closest confidant,And her scented condom pack her most trustedkeeper.Her lipstick is her identity and when its red shesfierceAnd when its pink shes vulnerableHer extensions are her pride and her false eyelashes her joy

Her poodle is her fiercest ally and her age herbiggest flawHer face is her occupation and her heels her status

His pocket is his retreat,His car his religion and his position his masterHis suit is his identity and his pay cheque hissummationHis bottle is his cure and the bar tender his

therapistHis keys are his legacy and his reflection his trueloveHis ambition is his downfall and his appetite hisdemise

Surrounded by adorers and avoided by foesThey are more alone than the solitary prisonerTheir lives are a meaningless game of make believe

They are merely jobs to one another,He is her reputation and she is his proof ofmanhoodBeyond that theres no love, no purpose butreproductionNo conviction, no stimulation but obsolescenceYet they smile, yet they laugh and make love

No wonder they cry, no wonder they lie

Life is a disease and their infidelity the symptom

by Mark Abraham


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Prose and Poetrycontinued Return to Love

Why muffle natures cause

For a second chance?

To heal a soul returning to light plus

Bespeaking an impending coursePredetermined in time and space

That this voguish emotion may win benevolence

Explaining such a remarkable science!

The Science of Love

That protects humanity twice

As much

And warms the rousing soul thrice

As such

Muhumuza Kenneth Ezra

Fr HansLook into these hands as you

would this face

Stare at them like you wouldthis pretty face

They really long to touch

To touch and produce a

wonderful creation

If only your hands moved as

do mine

We would make a perfect

creature

Four hands - Shall we use

them?

Pompella Agalo

Sad HappinessI remember it like it was Last Night

All the passion, loving and longingI still feel your sweat dripping down on me

I hear your voice whisper in my ear

And I still see your wonderful body

I still feel the fire burn deep down in my

soul

And though my body cant be with you

My soul travels with you; everywhere

And even as I go to bed aloneOn this dark cold sad and dull night

I smile with pride and joy deep inside

For I know you are waiting for m

Waiting for me to come join you

Then we will carry on with our game

The Game we started a while back

A while back when you still Breathed

Kyomushana Carol


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THE ABYSS IN MY SOULSounds drift past my earechoes of laughter

whispers of mischief

Yet deep down in the alleythe dragon broods

evil lurks in every corner

Darkness engulfs the onlylight above this abyss

and the shadows consume all

The weight of troubles anewfloods this empty void

and if it is not for believing,

then what else?

Fire scorches the skin to shredsand the bruises and burns

seem but an eternity of pain

Oh if only to quench this thirstone would live but seven more days

though life here is a million light-years

of death!

Marie Blue


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2009 was supposed to mark the

year when two of musics most endearing icons

,made a comeback. Micheal Jackson, King of

Pop, and Whitney Houston, the Voice made

news in their own way. MJ passed just before

launching his comeback tour yet that provided

a platform for him to be the best selling artist of the year. All his albums were sold out in weeks and his memory , despite being

smeared , was extolled in death. Whitney had endured almost twenty years of drug addiction and a violent unhealthy marriage to

former king of RnB Booby brown. Dumping both bad habits, she released her first album of new material in six years.

Her album I look to you was released in septemebr amidst much media hype and pomp. Debuting at number 1, it had

sold over two millon copies . It is a tribute to her fans, family and God. The thing that comes to mind when you listen to the

music is who is this trying to sing like Whintey Houston? the album was recorded while the artist was still trying to recover her

warmth. The album contains 11 tracks. Retro in nature, dance anthems and two soft ballads. The title track I look to you penned

by R.Kelly is a soft gospel number that could double as a mellow love song . I didnt know my strength is an inspiring ballad

that has become a radio staple.

The Alicia Keys produced Million Dollar Bill is so far the biggest hit off the album and is a groovy old school dance

number that sets the feet on fire. The Akon Like I never left duet was the teaser number off the album. Worth it , for the

lovers and nothing but love are fan favourites that many are calling for to be released as the next singles. Yet its in the cover

of Leon Russels A song for you that one feels Whitney really coming through. She exercises her range and vocal strength in

this piano driven slow starting club banger. The album is a decent comeback effort from the most talented female artist of all

time and is good re-introduction to the music world. The tour in support of the album kicked off in Moscow in December and is

already sold out. Her recent live performances have shown Whitney prove that her voice is back to the max.

MUSIC REVIEW :

I LOOK to YOU


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1. Rebel- Lecrae

2. Let the waters rise- Mikes Chair3. Forgive me Group 1 Crew

4. How To save a life- The Fray

5. Empty me- Chris Sligh

6. Give me your eyes- Brandon Heath

7. Never going back to OK- The Afters

8. We all- Rush of Fools

9. By your side Tenth Avenue North

10. Lost get found- Britt Nicole

11. Dont waste your life- Lecrae

12. Livin the Life- Group 1 Crew

13. Somethings missing- Godz Image

14. The motions- Mathew West

15. Wherever we go- News Boys

Send in your list of your favourite 15

songs , we will publish it and give you a

Cd with that playlist or any other CD you

may want

peter mugisa

YOUR PLAYLIST TOP10 EXCUSES FORFALLING ASLEEP AT YOURDESK

1. They told me at the blood bank

this might happen.

2. I wasnt sleeping, I was trying topick up contact lens without hands.

3. I wasnt sleeping! I was meditatingon the mission statement andenvisioning a new paradigm!

4. Amen

5. This is just a 15 minute power-nap like they raved about in the lasttime management course you sent meto.

6. Whew! Guess I left the top off theliquid paper

7. I was doing a highly specific Yogaexercise to relieve work related stress.

8. This is one of the seven habits ofhighly effective people!

9. Boy, that cold medicine I took lastnight just wont wear off!

10. Darn! Why did you interrupt me?I had almost figured out a solution toour biggest problem.


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Response

to the

Shrink

In our December issue, we had an article entitled Te Shrink is In.

Te article below is a response to that articleEd

You say we are nothing more than a bunch of primates. Mind youwe

are a special people created in Gods image. I wonder where people get

that idea that we are some sort of ape which has evolved into the person

we are now. Evolution remains a theory in crisis because the species thatare supposed to have linked man to ape have yet to be discovered. e

indoctrination that we have endured as children is that which has also been

put on us by our SST teachers that we are the remnants of Zinjathropus. I

disagree and its time to go back in to history and trace our roots.

en again you mention that life has no meaning.

Would it not be strange if a universe without purpose accidentally created humans who are so obsessed with

purpose?- Sir John Templeton asks.

You say that there is no one above the sky and that you have not met that person. It still does not rule

out the fact that there could be someone up there in the sky. ink about the man called Jesus. Historical

evidence points to him being crucified and rising from the dead. In fact, there are so many eye witnesses to his

resurrection starting from the women at the tomb to his disciples. e bible also mentions in 1 Corinthians 15

that he appeared to more than 500 people at the same time. en there is Paul who was the chief persecutor

of the church. He writes in 1 Corinthians 15 that I met this risen Jesus on the way to Damascus. Believe me

when I m telling you that this is not a fairy tale. We are not talking Aesops Fables here. Simply follow where

the historical evidence takes you and you will be amazed at your findings. e message from history is simple:

there was a man who claimed to be the son of God, who died on a cross and resurrected. He also said he will be

coming back to judge the living and the dead.

Talk about the discovery of DNA by Sir Francis Crick, nothing more complex has been discovered since. It

is impossible for the protein molecules of the DNA cell to have formed together by chance as some scientists

would suggest. e talk of a prebiotic soup from which all macro molecules, proteins and nucleic acids

originated from remains a myth. e skeptics are yet to come up with an explanation for how information got

into biological matter by natural means.

Truth is, we know less and less about our universe because we do not seek answers to the fundamental

questions like why are we are here. I am not talking about a religion which gives me a definition for life and

therefore we get comfort in some superstition or sorcery. Rather I grow in my faith and in all the overwhelming

evidence that points towards an intelligent being. e one who created Heaven and earth. e same one who I

cannot completely fathom but in whom I gain greater knowledge of and from whom I derive my purpose.

So life to anyone out there will never make sense until you get the manufacturers manual. Its like trying to use

a shaving machine to eat a meal. I dont know how far you will get but you are surely going mess up the entire

experience at the dinner table.

e choice is yours. Dont waste your life..

Peter Mugisa


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Ihave always been weirdly fond of continuityannouncers, Continuity

announcers were our first local TV celebrities. I was

downright fond

of Ashley Hayden, Peter Ndoro, Marius Roberts; they had

a glamour and a presence bigger than their actual jobs.

By contrast, over on SABC3, despite having worked the

Monday shift for a mighty long time, that quasi-Australian

Irene Bester still manages to pronounce Frazier as Fray-

zee-a, rather than Fray-zha. I dont get it. Do the station

executives not watch her? None of her friends? Has no one

ever set himself or herself the task of correctly pronouncingFrasier in

front of her until she takes the tip?

When I read this, my mind was immediately launched

into wistfulmemories of my childhood. It occurred, this

childhood of which I speak, in outside countries and not in

Uganda. During my childhood, Uganda had no television

worth remarking upon, and by the time the first station

worth the electricity came on air, I was old enough to

impregnate others.

No, I was in outside countries, such as Kisumu, where

they hadexcellent television, and all of it was announced,

continuously, by charming, well-dressed, attractive people,

some of them so charming, well-dressed and attractive that

we often watched them to the end of their presentation,

even if we had no interest in the programme they were

presenting (Mambo Leo or something like that).

By the time I left Kenya permanently there were no more

announcers. Instead KTN (none of us cool kids watched

KBC anymore) had replaced them with flashy graphics andinstead of pretty people smiling we saw the stations logo

swirl around the screen for a bit, then settle, like a dove

above a messiah, over the rising name of the programme

coming next. I cant believe we used to watch Hangin with

Mr Cooper, but that is for another rant.

We dont have announcers on Ugandan TV any more

either, even though we only had them for the shortest of

whiles and, though Kenyans can mourn the passing of

the career, round here we say good riddance, do not bring

them back. We do not want to encourage more people tospeak on television.

We, as a nation, have reached that level of technological

development that allows us to have lucid and intelligent

radio presenters, especially on Sanyu, Radio One, Vision

Voice (yes, I said Vision Voice) and parts of Capital,

but the ability to select TV personalities who can speak

intelligently in English has eluded our broadcasting firms

almost completely. I could list those who only look like

TV presenters: they have all the poise, posture and lipstick

of TV presenters. But they sound like frontrunners in agibberish competition, unable to construct full lucid

sentences and even less able to say anything in their pidgin

that isnt stupidI could list them, but it would take less

time to just list the five Ugandan TV show hosts who dont

sound like they are going to introduce the virus dumbss.

exe to your television just by talking. Well, one of them

quit, so that makes four.

Do you guys remember Martias? The kid on Kla Wired,

who didnt just flame, he infernoed? Martias was so

outrageously effeminate that he made the whole bevy ofMiss Uganda contestants look like a rugby team, but I think

if you had given him a chance you could have become used

to it, but he did not deserve that chance. Because he was

such a bad presenter, he had to be disposed of. Martias is

the kind of guy who could run through a crowd at a Juliana

show asking people, so, do you like Juliana? And then

one of the people he asks would reply. Yes, I do. That is

why I wrote this song for her.

And what is your name? Martias would then ask.

Silver Kyagulanyi.

Darrel Bristow-Bovey, South Africas most famous plagiarist wrote an

article (at least we think he wrote it) about the continuity

announcers on TV that I read recently. In this article he (or someone

else) said:


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Jonathan works as a banker on Kampala Road. He is 34 years old.He is married to Naomi and they have two delightful kids and awonderful middle class life. But Jonathan is busy today. Normally, he headshome at 5 pm, gets stuck in the Kampala traffic jam for about an hour andarrives home at 6 pm. Today things are different. His boss has informed himthat the West African investors they had been expecting all morning wouldbe arriving at Entebbe at 3 pm. The important negotiations that had beenplanned would therefore commence around 4.30 pm. Since Jonathan would

be coordinating the meeting, he will have to remain at work until late.

Do you have it with you? Naomi asked while speaking softly into hermobile as she collects the kids from school. Jonathan slips his hand intothe inner pocket of his jacket and feels around. Yes, I do. Thanks. See youlater. And then he hangs up.

This is Jonathans third year on antiretroviral drugs (ARVs.) When he begantaking ARVs , he took his drugs haphazardly. It was only after the doctorrecommended a counseling session that things improved. He discussed hisfears about ARVs. He had heard that ARVs themselves were dangerous andhe felt he was going to die anyway. The counselor dispelled those myths and

reassured him and he began to take his pills regularly and at the correct times.

His health gradually improved and he returned to work. Jonathan was afraidof telling anyone at work about his HIV status. Although he knew there mustbe other corporates with HIV, no one had spoken about it openly. In thecorporate world of Uganda you must show no signs of weakness. And so noone talks about living with HIV. The only time HIV is mentioned is when thecompany you work for organizes its corporate social responsibility activitiesfor the less privileged. HIV is outside, in society. Not in your company.

Unfortunately, the meeting drags till 7.30 pm and little progress is made.Jonathan keeps checking his watch and his boss frowns at him in a subtlebut pointed manner. Eventually Jonathan excuses himself and goes to thebathroom. He locks the door first. He brings out the ARV tablet he kept in hispocket that morning. He smiles to himself. This is his third year of ARVs andhe knows which days to come to work with his evening pill. Suddenly he getsangry. He remembers that Peter, his boss, is hypertensive and he takes hispills right in the open yet with HIV medicines it is different. You have to hide.That way, no one notices.

HIV is a treatable and manageable illness. When people take their medicinesregularly and at the correct times, they are expected to get back to workand to live long and productive lives. Every year, more and more people arestarted on life saving ARVs. While there are many Jonathans at work, thereare few organizations in the region with well outlined strategies to support

employees with HIV and ensure that stigma and discrimination at work areeliminated. However, advocacy to protect the rights of HIV-positive people atwork are underway.

December 1, is World AIDS Day. Every year, the international healthcommunity has the unenviable task of selecting an attractive catch phrase thatis way better than the previous years catch phrase. This year, the slogan is Iam living my rights. Stop AIDS, keep the promise. Jonathan reads the sloganin the newspaper and smiles to himself. Its an amusing slogan, he thinks. Itappears that people are taking notice after all.

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story


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