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NOVEMBER 2013

ISSUE 55


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Recently i went back to school. ITfeels weird coming from the ofcesetting where one has to deal withbosses, subordinates, deadlines,projects, overnight in the ofce,

begging in the nance departmentto only coursework and teachers. Itis a holiday. And a realization thatthe things which you think will makethe world stop if you are not thereactually wont even make an owl blink.So cut down on your level of self-importance, relax a little, sit down,lean back and enjoy this issue of theWorkZine.EnjoyBusinge Abid Weere

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Rukundo, the MunyarwandaAka the ladies man. Always neat and organised, sayingthe right things at the right time, self-confident and rarelycomplaining, this man scores highest with the ladies*looks at Banaange*. Howerver, he is a secretive guy;its quite had to put a finger on what he is up to. On theoutside, he has everything going for him; on the insidenobody knows. Hes an introvert; the kind of guy wholikes to keep his business in-house kind of like anIndian, come to think of it! Hah, Mr Rajesh Rukundo! Oneof his main qualities is his science of speech. Oh he talks

well, and he knows how to use this skill to gather the nec-essary information to move up the ladder. Yup, this jamaahere is ambitious; an aspiring Njoroge!

Im an East African. Well, Im the citizen of an East African CommunityPartner State, so even though my homelands location is more central

than Eastern, this whole EAC makes me an East African. Im blessed tohave been to all the 5 States that make up the EAC and to have placesI can call home (homes of relatives and friends) in 4 out of 5 of them(anybody want to adopt me in Tanzania?). Ive lived with other fellowEast Africans, worked with them, befriended them, argued with them,partied with them, so Ive had the opportunity to study our character-

istics and behaviours quite extensively Id say. Im no psy-chologist or sociologist; Im just a guy who enjoys observing

people and imagining things like the personalities and theroles of each person in a clique of 5, if each of them was arepresentation of the people of one EAC country Here isthe product of my imagination:

Njoroge, the KenyanAka the leader. Not because he is smarter than everybodyelse, but because he is louder. He says what he thinks, howhe thinks it, whether you like it or not; and in a professionalcontext hes likely to communicate using long oxford-dic-tionaries-structured sentences to impress the masses. Hemay sometimes come off as arrogant and bossy but hesactually a cool guy with an excellent sense of humour. Heis hardworking and quite shrewd when it comes to chasingthe mullah which explains why his mates often fear that hemay be fooling them, in some way or the other. They still lethim lead though, as he is most likely to know a thing or twoabout how everything should be done.

Banaange, the UgandanAka the pillar. She is the one who holds the clique together. Caring, loving andfriendly, they all love her. Hardworking and street smart (and shes not afraid to breakthe rules), shes not the kind to just sit and wait for a salary at the end of the month:she always has a ka-thing on the side to bring in more mulah Mulah to what?! Topartaayyy yup, the expression work hard and play harder was invented by herand for her! Although Njoroge and Bizimana claim to be party animals, Banaa is thelife of the party; heck shes the life of the group! Youll often hear her cracking jokes(and lightening up the mood) while Njoroge and Rukundo are busy being seriousand pressing the group to work.

Bizimana, the MurundiAka the joker Put your guns down, or whatever you have toattack or acclaim me for this qualification which Im sure youregetting the wrong way! I dont mean it in a bad way! All I want tosay is this guy is always in a (apparent) good mood whatever

the weather; always smiling; always cracking jokes and trying to

cheer everybody up; never with a care in the World so somemay find it difficult to take him seriously. He gets along with eve-rybody; even Mdee kind of trusts him a little bit more than therest of the guys in the clique. Maybe its because he has this ap-parent harmlessness about him, and a thing for telling anybody

whos willing to listen about his problems; which makes himeasy and fun to pick on (ask Njoroge). Bizimana comes from a

very similar background as Rukundo in fact, they understandeach other better than they do with the other guys, but insteadof being best friends, theyre more like rival brothers. Its weird.

Mdee, the TanzanianAka the silent one. I said Rukundo is an introvert, but this onetakes the crown. Hes not very trusting and hes pretty stub-born okay, lets say hes very conservative. One of the reasons

why he gets along with Bizimana is because they share thesame taste for a laid back, stress-free kind of lifestyle. The oth-ers often blame them for pulling them back when its time to

work maybe, maybe not. The thing is, Mdee likes to considerall the options and consequences before investing himself intosomething, and being fully aware of his weaknesses (and a

tad paranoid too), hes the kind to make sure that all the safetymeasures are in place (and working) before jumping off the cliff(a lesson Bizimana could learn from him). Oh, and he doesntquite get along with Njoroge. Although hes quite wealthy, thischap is not much of a show off (unlike Njoroge, hah!). A bit shy(though anything but weak) and awkward at times, the man isactually very peaceful and probably has the biggest heart of allhis friends. They could actually learn a thing or two from himabout living together in peace and harmony.

The EA c liqueBy Kris Nsabiyumva


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The other day a long time ago last week I was on a boda goingthrough Ntinda. So there we are, boda fighting to climb aninfant hill while screaming in gear one. Boda rider silentfocusing on this uphill task. Me listening to musicoblivious of it all then the rider starts cursing and I

catch a few words when I remove the earphones (I cannotwrite in Luganda...translate to luganda):"Idiots, idiots idiots! One day I will just knock them withmy ka boda"!He had seen them! Those that bring the electricitybills!"I am going to call UMEME and tell them to removetheir poll and take their useless wires and I buya generator". He stops. Then I think wow he isthinking of a solution and not just grumbling andsitting on his hands...that would be dangerous fora boda man! Imagine him sitting on his hands andriding the bike.I digress. Digress, one of those words that makesentences look cool! Anyhow, then he starts again:"But then fuel is expensive! How will I afford fuelfor my boda and the generator? Do you know howmuch charcoal is? I cannot eat, I cannot work! Mywife will start complaining that I am unserious if I get agenerator. Ah! I am tired"!Following this in-depth conversations where I could onlysay 'aha' and 'eh' a few times, I decided to sit down andwrite down the upsides of these plannedunplanned power blackouts12

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The upsides ofUMEMES Power cuts

Me TimeIt is my custom to check on my dogs each morning. A ritual thatthey look forward to each day for they sit up and wag their tails, allve happy chaps. A week ago one of them had a lier of 8 puppies.Whenever I went over to check on the newly mothered dog, I wouldnd it suckling its pups. It never left them. As I checked on thenew mother today, she had moved out and was lying beside thedoor to her always open house. A peep at the pups revealed themhurdled together, fast asleep. I pat their mother thinking, "well,

every woman's got her 'me time'!". So I leave her there tokneel beside the puppies and check them out. The nextsequence of events could only have been planned by aJames Bond Dog Unit (JBDU). She gets into her houseand stands beside me. When I do not take the hint, theair changes unbearably, a sharp pungent smell hits mynose. No questions asked. Nature takes its cue. I standby the door and look in. She lies down about two feetfrom them looks at me, looks at them, looks back at me.A dog smile lingers on her face and then she blinks. Icould swear she blinked one eye, the left one! WZ

So my neiba came back late drunk

and I woke up to hear this strange

conversation- Female voice! "Dick,

whats wrong with you! Dont youknow where the hole is? Put it

in properly." So I got curious;

Dick was like.."Honey I got it, itz

allmost inside." Female voice again. "Now dont

pushit harder...Dick you will break it... that thing

is too weak." So I got up walked towards the

door to see wat was outside..then

I heard Dick say "Shuttup...

and let me do my job" Ok

at this point I put on

the light, opened up

and Dick saw me n

he was like "oohh,

Lemmy thank

God, Man we r so

high I can't put

this key inside toopen the inner pad-

lock. Lemmy can you

do it?" I was like "Yah

yah Dick...whatever" So I

opened for them... Do you

know what was running in my

head?? I need to shift from here what a night...WZ

Clement Atwooki

Jason NtaroMy whackyneiba.

By Day vid


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he irst time I heard of the concept

of a medical concierge was over

a coffee a few years back in 2011.

IT was one of those impromptu

sessions where you meet peopleand start exchanging dreams and

ideas. Most of those remain on paper and die out

without seeing the light of even a candle. This

idea was not destined to be one of those. The

Medical Concierge Group became a reality about

two years after that coffee.

On the 2nd of August 2013, the company was

launched with its irst product; a medical call

centre. The call centre is free service where

anyone with a phone can call in with a medical

problem and speak directly to a fully trained and

experienced doctor. This removes the hustle of

trying to get a doctors appointments which is

usually a consultation for which you are charged

a small fortune just to be told you should drink

more water and eat more fruit.

The Medical Call Centre provides free access

to a Doctor, Pharmacist and other Health

Professionals 24hours a day, 7days aweek at

just the cost of a normal phone call. I wonder if

they have a pakalast line. One can also text, post

on social media or internet chat to access the

medical call centre. The call may result into you

getting an immediate solution to your problem,

a referral to amedical facility or dispatch of an

ambulance service. Their agents speak English

and a lot of local languages.

But what impressed me is that the Medical

Concierge is more than just a call centre service.

The idea has been developed and I could see the

fruits of a lot of minds and effort that has been

devoted to it in just two years. TMCG is taking

a holistic approach to the medical industry.

For both individuals and organisations , the

THE MEDICAL CONCIERGE

GROUP

provide medical consultancy, health

content development, EMS for events,

Call Center Support for projects,

ambulatory services, clinical services,

software application development

(within the health industry) and lastly

a foundation which conducts an annual

health camp for slum dwellers and

street children.The Annual Health Camp is an

impressive leap for a new company

to engage in and fulils a dire need of

the society. About 500 street children

attended the event on 20th July 2013

with necessary free health services like

General medical checkup andtreatment,

dental services, HIV testing and

counselling and generalhealth

education. Those found to require

further medical assessment were linked

to specialized medical institutions.

Everything used was donated via well-

wishers and through volunteers.

Unlike many other eHealth and

mHealth models, TMCG has business

model to ensure that the call center is proitable

and sustainable and independent of government

or donor funding. TMCG generates revenue

mainly from providing Call Centre Solutions

to Health Organizations working with large

numbers of patients or in some cases health

professionals and community health workers

and developing mobile health content for public

health campaigns.

What I ind particularly intriguing about this

whole set-up is that access to health advisory

services is now so easy. Apart from trusted elders

with years of experience, getting to see a doctor

in Uganda even when you have money can be

hell. The long waiting lines , the tendency of iles

to get lost, the favouritism to the elite

or special donors , the hard to fathom

routine of the mostly absent doctors can

turn a simple headache into a full blown

tumour. I forgot to mention the mostly

hostile looks from health professions

who seem to you should be punished

in some way for getting sick. Woe to

you if you go to a public hospital. Even

sadder is that a number of times you are

misdiagnosed or simply told that the

doctors dont know what is wrong with

you. TMCG is a needed step forward in

bringing the health practitioners closer

to the people who need them. Given the

fact that almost everyone in the country

has access to a mobile phone, it makes

more sense for one to spare a few

shillings calling in their problem otherthan going through the tribulation that

is walking through the doors of a health

centre.

The Medical Concierge

Group can be contacted

via 041-774-7000 or on

twitter @TMCGLtd or

skypetmcgltd or email

[email protected]

ORGANISATIONINFOCUS

WZ


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his winter marked the third anniversary of theChicago opening of The Glass Menagerie, anevent that terminated one part of my life andbegan another about as different in all externalcircumstances as could well be imagined. I was

snatched out of virtual oblivion and thrust intosudden prominence, and from the precarious tenancy of

furnished rooms about the country I was removed to a suite ina first-class Manhattan hotel.

My experience was not unique. Success has often come thatabruptly into the lives of Americans. The Cinderella story is our

favorite national myth, the cornerstone of the film industry if notof the Democracy itself. I have seen it enacted on the screenso often that I was now inclined to yawn at it, not with disbeliefbut with an attitude of Who Cares! Anyone with such beautiful

teeth and hair as the screen protagonist of such a story wasbound to have a good time one way or another, and you couldbet your bottom dollar and all the tea in China that one wouldbe caught dead or alive at any meeting involving a socialconscience.

No, my experience was not exceptional, but neither was it quiteordinary, and if you are willing to accept the somewhat eclecticproposition that I had not been writing with such an experiencein mind and many people are not willing to believe that aplaywright is interested in anything but popular successtheremay be some point in comparing the two estates.

The sort of life that I had had previous to this popular successwas one that required endurance, a life of clawing andscratching along a sheer surface and holding on tight with raw

fingers to every inch of rock higher than the one caught hold ofbefore, but it was a good life because it was the sort of life for

which the human organism is created.

I was not aware of how much vital energy had gone into thisstruggle until the struggle was removed. I was out on a levelplateau with my arms still thrashing and my lungs still grabbingat air that no longer resisted. This was security at last.

The CatastropheofSuccess

TennesseeWilliams 1947

I sat down and looked about me and was suddenlyvery depressed. I thought to myself, this is just a periodof adjustment. Tomorrow morning, I will wake up in this

first-class hotel suite above the discreet hum of an EastSide boulevard and I will appreciate its elegance andluxuriate in its comforts and know that I have arrivedat our American plan of Olympus. Tomorrow morning

when I look at the green satin sofa I will fall in love withit. It is only temporarily that the green satin looks likeslime on stagnant water.

But in the morning the inoffensive little sofa lookedmore revolting than the night before and I was alreadygetting too fat for the $125 suit which a fashionableacquaintance had selected for me. In the suite thingsbegan to break accidentally. An arm came off the sofa.Cigarette burns appeared on the polished surface of

the furniture. Windows were left open and a rain stormflooded the suite But the maid always put it straight andthe patience of the management was inexhaustible.Late parties could not offend them seriously. Nothingshort of demolition bomb seemed to bother myneighbors.

I lived on room service. But in this, too, there was adisenchantment. Some time between the moment

when I ordered dinner over the phone and when it wasrolled into my living room like a corpse on a rubber-

wheeled table, I lost all interest in it. Once I ordered asirloin steak and a chocolate sundae, but everything

was so cunningly disguised on the table that I mistookthe chocolate sauce for gravy and poured it over thesirloin steak.

Of course all this was the more trivial aspect of aspiritual dislocation that began to manifest itself in farmore disturbing ways. I soon found myself becomingindifferent to people. A well cynicism rose in me.Conversations all sounded as if they had beenrecorded years ago and were being played back on

a turntable. Sincerity and kindliness seemed to have gone out of my friends voices.I suspected them of hypocrisy. I stopped calling them, stopped seeing them. I wasimpatient of what I took to be inane flattery.

I got so sick of hearing people say, I loved your play! that I could not say thank youany more. I choked on the words and turned rudely away from the usually sincereperson. I no longer felt any pride in the play itself but began to dislike it, probablybecause I felt too lifeless inside ever to create another. I was walking around dead inmy shoes and I knew it but there were no friends I knew or trusted sufficiently, at that

time, to take them aside and tell them what was the matter.

This curious condition persisted about three months, till late spring, when I decidedto have another eye operation mainly because of the excuses it gave me to withdrawfrom the world behind a gauze mask. It was my fourth eye operation, and perhaps Ishould explain that I had been afflicted for about five years with a cataract on my lefteye which required a series of needling operations and finally an operation on themuscle of the eye. (The eye is still in my head. So much for that.)

Well, the gauze mask served a purpose. While I was resting in the hospital the friendswhom I had neglected or affronted in one way or another began to call on me andnow that I was in pain and darkness, unpleasant mutation which I had suspected earlierin the season had now disappeared and they sounded now as they had used tosound in the lamented days of my obscurity. Once more they were sincere and kindly

voices with the ring of truth in them and that quality of understanding for which I hadoriginally sought them out.

As far as my physical vision was concerned, this last operation was only relativelysuccessful (although it left me with an apparently clear black pupil in the right position,or nearly so) but in another, figurative way, it had served a much deeper purpose.

When the gauze mask was removed I found myself in a readjusted world. I checkedout of the handsome suite at the first-class hotel, packed my papers and a fewincidental belongings and left for Mexico, an elemental country where you can quickly

forget the false dignities and conceits imposed by success, a country where vagrantsinnocent as children curl up to sleep on the pavements and human voices, especially

when their language is not familiar to the ear, are soft as birds. My public self, thatartifice of mirrors, did not exist here and so my natural being was resumed.

Then, as a final act of restoration, I settled for a while at Chapala to work on a play

called The Poker Night, which later became A Streetcar Named Desire. It is only inhis work that an artist can find reality and satisfaction, for the actual world is less intense

than the world of his invention and consequently his life, without recourse to violentdisorder, does not seem very substantial. The right condition for him is that in which his

work is not only convenient but unavoidable.

For me a convenient place to work is a remote place among strangers where there isgood swimming. But life should require a certain minimal effort. You should not have

too many people waiting on you, you should have to do most things for yourself. Hotelservice is embarrassing. Maids, waiters, bellhops, porters and so forth are the mostembarrassing people in the world for they continually remind you of inequities which

we accept as the proper thing. The sight of an ancient woman, gasping and wheezingas she drags a heavy pail of water down a hotel corridor to mop up the mess ofsome drunken overprivileged guest, is one that sickens and weighs upon the heartand withers it with shame for this world in which it is not only tolerated but regardedas proof positive that the wheels of Democracy are functioning as they should without

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interference from above or below. Nobody should have toclean up anybody elses mess in this world. It is terribly bad

for both parties, but probably worse for the one receiving theservice.

I have been corrupted as much as anyone else by the vastnumber of menial services which our society has grown toexpect and depend on. We should do for ourselves or let themachines do for us, the glorious technology that is supposed

to be the new light of the world. We are like a man who hasbought up a great amount of equipment for a camping trip,

who has the canoe and the tent and the fishing lines andthe axe and the guns, the mackinaw and the blankets, butwho now, when all the preparations and the provisions arepiled expertly together, is suddenly too timid to set out on the

journey but remains where he was yesterday and the daybefore and the day before that, looking suspiciously through

white lace curtains at the clear sky he distrusts. Our great

technology is a God-given chance for adventure and forprogress which we are afraid to attempt. Our ideas and ourideals remain exactly what they were and where they were

three centuries ago. No. I beg your pardon. It is no longer safefor man to even declare them!

This is a long excursion from a small theme into a large onewhich I did not intend to make, so let me go back to what Iwas saying before.

This is an oversimplification. One does not escape thateasily from the seduction of an effete way of life. You cannotarbitrarily say to yourself, I will not continue my life as it wasbefore this thing, Success, happened to me. But once you

fully apprehend the vacuity of a life without struggle you areequipped with the basic means of salvation. Once you know

this is true, that the heart of man, his body and his brain, areforged in a white-hot furnace for the purpose of conflict (thestruggle of creation) and that with the conflict removed, theman is a sword cutting daisies, that not privation but luxury is

the wolf at the door and that the fangs of this wolf are all thelittle vanities and conceits and laxities that Success is heir to-why, then with this knowledge you are at least in a position ofknowing where danger lies.

You know, then, that the public Somebody you are when youhave a name is a fiction created with mirrors and that theonly somebody worth being is the solitary and unseen you

that existed from your first breath and which is the sum of youractions and so is constantly in a state of becoming under

your own violation and knowing these things, you can evensurvive the catastrophe of Success!

It is never altogether too late, unless you embrace the BitchGoddess, as William James called her, with both arms and

find in her smothering caresses exactly what the homesick

little boy in you always wanted, absolute protection andutter effortlessness. Security is a kind of death, I think, andit can come to you in a storm of royalty checks beside akidney-shaped pool in Beverly Hills or anywhere at all that isremoved from the conditions that made you an artist, if thats

what you are or were intended to be. Ask, anyone who hasexperienced the kind of success I am talking about Whatgood is it? Perhaps to get an honest answer you will have

to give him a shot of truth serum but the word he will finallygroan is unprintable in genteel publications.

Then what is good? The obsessive interest in human affairs,plus a certain amount of compassion and moral conviction,

that first made the experience of living something that mustbe translated into pigment or music or bodily movement orpoetry or prose or anything thats dynamic and expressive

thats whats good for you if youre at all serious in your aims.William Saroyan wrote a great play on this theme, that purityof heart is the one success worth having. In the time of yourlifelive!

That time is short and it doesnt return again. It is slippingaway while I write this and while you read it, and themonosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless youdevote your heart to its opposition.

Friends, Family, Foes, Mignons...etcetera, etcetera..howzit.I have been working out. i assure you, i have. But my problem is thetreadmill...again! I have been considering taking an upcountry trip everyonce a week because, you see, i realise that you will achieve better resultsrunning from a lion than running on a treadmill. Speaking of which, ifyou turned around mid-run...from the lion that is, do you think it wouldscreech to a halt and go ..."o-ohh!" And while we are on that topic, what isthe best way to prepare a Lion meat stroganoff? If you were wonderingthe same thing...you are in luck.

Step 1:while running, consider if you actually want to eat the lion. ifyes, proceed to step 2, if not...say a prayer

step 2:After having turned around and lion o-oh'dand run but not too far...blah blah blah...after all ofthat, chop it up, with what you may ask.....i told you,consider very carefully if you want to eat the lionbecause that means you have to put into thought how

you will get to the actual eating part, anyhow...yeahafter all that, chop it up, throw it in a pan and j....wait....who am i kidding, i have no clue what am talking about.

SO lets say we are running from a leopard instead. Readall the above stuff and replace lion with leopard. so weffwd to

Step 3:put the skin aside...you will need it..lol.step 4:if you in fact get to the turning around part

you migh...wait, no. Ignore all i just said. I dont know whatam talking about!

NOTE TO SELF: stick to the treadmill you lazy lassONELove WZ

Diary Entry 9By DI Fez

WZ


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10/18

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n August 1942, GeneralMontgomery arrived in North Africato take command of the British 8thArmy. Within a few days he beganreplacing the senior officers. Oneof his new corps commanderswas Brian Horrocks, who had lastseen action in France in 1940 as

commander of an infantry battalion,after which he had been promotedquickly to leadership of a Division.

Montgomery put Horrocks in charge of stoppingRommels last offensive in what has becomeknown as the Battle of Alam Halfa. The Britishdefenses held and Rommel was forced towithdraw. Horrocks was understandably pleasedwith himself until a liaison officer from 8th Armyheadquarters brought a letter from Montgomery.It began:

Well done but you must remember that youare now a corps commander and not a divisionalcommanderIt went on to list four or five mistakes Horrocks hadmade, mainly around interfering with the tasks ofhis subordinates. As Horrocks thought about it, herealized that Montgomery was right. So he rang himup and said, Thank you very much. Horrocks wenton to become one of the most successful generalsof the war.

I was running a workshop with the executive team runningthe R&D function of a highly successful Danish company.They were talented and doing well, but wanted to raisetheir game.We devoted one session to what they called innovationbriefs. These documents define what R&D projects they

want to carry out, assign responsibility for them, and givedirection to the next level down: the project managers.

The team had brought along a couple of real ones so thatwe could improve them.The briefs had a lot of good features. They gave fullreasons for embarking on the project, the user need, the

value created, the fit with the portfolio, and a technical

by Stephen BungayMemo to the Boss:Don t Do My Job

For Me

Fast forward to 2012.

By Stephan Bungay

specification of the product, all on one page. The first thing that struckme though, was that the typeface was very small and there was a lot of

technical detail about the end product, as if the product already existedin these executives minds and the job of the project team was simply

to build it, rather than use their creativity to come up with an innovativedesign.I kept those thoughts to myself. Instead, I kicked off by remindingeveryone of Prussian Field Marshal Helmuth von Moltkes definition of agood directive: it should tell people only what they need to know in order

to fulfill the intention. Suppose you were the project manager, I said.Which elements of this document would be the most and which the leasthelpful in allowing you to do a great job?Before long there was a consensus that a lot of the detail was not veryhelpful. It obscured what was really important and limited creativity. There

were technical problems to be solved, but the brief specified a set of

solutions. What if the project team were to come up with alternatives?Were they to be rejected?I threw in another question from the project managers point of view.What choices do you think you will face during the project? I made upan example: According to this, the new product has to create superioruser value and be ready in 18 months. Suppose the project team were

to come to you in 15 months time and say that they could enhance thevalue by a further 20%, but it would take another 6 months. What wouldyou want them to do: create a better product or hit the deadline?At first they were split down the middle. After 15 minutes of arguing, thematter was resolved: they would go for hitting the deadline. The timing

was critical. Someone commented that they had not been clear about thatthemselves before having the discussion.It was time for a break before dinner. I promised to continue this session

the following morning. When we met at the bar an hour later, three of thegroup were missing. They were already working on a new version. They

turned up for dessert with an air of exultation.The following morning we compared their effort with the original. The newone was a fraction of the length. Everyone preferred it, but there weresome questions about the content. So we set to work. An hour or so later,it had changed again and everyone was happy with it. Someone said it

was the best one they had ever produced.It was good for two reasons: it no longer specified details that the project

team could decide on for themselves during the project; and it addedsome additional information on issues that had needed, but not hithertoreceived, resolution by the executives. Like Brian Horrocks 70 yearsbefore, they had been so busy doing their subordinates jobs that theyhad not properly done their own.Its a mistake thats all too common. In some companies everyone isdoing the jobs of the level below. As a result no-one actually does the

top job. Once you see whats going on, fixing the problem is not difficult,though it can take some work work well worth doing.WZ


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So, here I am at our office,

yes, our!! It is so surreal, I

am not quite comfortable

saying it yet but yes, thelittle baby 40 days over 40

smiles has grown! We are crawling

now

What? How?

Well, I dont know!! We had a thanksgiving

on 28th July at my friend, Dianas home.

We simply wanted to thank God for having

been with us throughout the journey. After

a beautiful sermon and lunch that included

meat balls. Side note: Harris had prayed for

meat balls for minutes on end and thank the

Lord I had ordered for them as part of the

menu. I think we all gave him ours. I am not

sure what the situation was in his tummy that

evening but, I will leave it to your imagination.Yes, after the lunch we had a talk from a

social walker. She gave us pointers on how to

run a charity and then said we had grown and

needed an office. Office? Ha! As in, we dont

even have any employees let alone rent. Well,

she said we needed to employ someone

to coordinate the activities and they would

need an address. Up till then, I had carried

out meetings at the Chillies restaurant below

my office and was happy telling people our

offices were on facebook and twitter. Yikes!

Growing up!

The lovely empty officeBy EasterKalenzi

40DAYSOVER40SMILES

That night I went home and told mum

about it. Oh, I know someone who

is moving out of an office near ours,

you might want to speak to him, she

responded casually. Wait, what? She hadno questions on how we could afford it,

why now etc. Okay.

A few days later, she travelled to Nairobi

for treatment. I went on about my job

and my life. One day, as we spoke over

the phone she asked if I had contacted

the tenants. Hmm, procrastination 411.

I promised to. I think I did a week later.

The gentleman passed on the landlords

number and I also kept that for a while not

sure what the plan was.

Why?

As soon as August began, I made up my

mind to quit my job and it actually had

nothing to do with the prospect of a 40-

40 office. My time had come. Mid-Augustarrived and I was unemployed. Suddenly I

had time on my hands to chillax, except

not quite.

Instead of balancing work and 40-40,

I could do the latter full time but now I

had zero resources and no end of month

salary to look forward to. How about we

eat,sleep, read a few novels and watch

lots of movies, shall we? Yes, sounds like a

good plan.

As time went on, this office space thing

started to seem like a good idea, perhaps I could

talk to the landlord and just see the place, for just.

I consulted members of my team. It was split, some

thought the timing was right, others believed we had

important things to sort out and I was, well, somewherein between. I prayed about it, worried, procrastinated

and then decided to let HIS will be done.

I met the Landlord after a couple of weeks. In his words

Nga yakuwanye nnyo, loosely translated to mean

the current tenant had showered me with praises

in my absence. Apparently he had been told I was a

responsible person doing a lot of great work to change

the world, bla bla so he pleaded for us to get the place

at the same rate even if the landlord wanted to hike the

rent.(Bless his soul) I used all the Luganda vocabulary

learnt, inherited and forged to beg for this deal. He

agreed to keep the rent at the current rate, but with a

catch, 6 months rent down payment. Lodamacy!!(Read

Lord have mercy)

I told the team what the situation was. The tenants

were leaving at the end of September. Now to get

these millions by then. Sigh. We needed a miracle.

When?

The team decided that each member would loan 40-

40 a certain amount and then we would look for ways

to top up. It seemed easy, until the pressure mounted

and a few days to D-day, I did not even have half the

amount required. When I realised putting pressure on

people who had salaries and responsibilities was not

going to yield much, I decided to think outside the box.

I would just use the money the team contributed to


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ettle the other debts as we sort out our

ncome generating projects for 40-40. The

aster, the better.

My dad pledged to contribute to the rent

oo and much as the Landlord put me on

pressure, I did not want to do the same

o I waited for him to read my mind. What

do you know? On the day of the deadline,

he did read my mind. He asked when the

ent was due and I might have screamed

now!! He passed on his donation and

along with a major contribution from one

riend and a couple of other loans, I was

able to carry these millions with me onto a

bike and hand them over to the Landlord.Phew! If I was a drinker, some tequila

would have been abused that afternoon

but well, I think I made up for it with

chai(tea)

What next?

The office needed to be painted, an

M.O.U was drafted and signed. Over

his weekend, Saturday to be exact, the

Landlord called and told me everything

was ready. I thanked him but after hanging

up I started to panic. What in the world

was I thinking? :/

Where will the money to pay back come

rom? What about the water and electricity

bill. Furniture, no? All these things hadroubled me before but now it all became

even more scary.

As a team, we had decided on the urgent

needs and those that we can acquire over

me. Do you know what I have from the

entire list? A clock. Yes, a clock! I havent

even bought a battery for it (Thank you

Pesh by the way, it is such a pretty clock:)

Well, Monday was not a good day and

Tuesday was Eid plus I had a houseful

of sick people so Wednesday seemed

ke a good day to move in. I woke up

determined but then I ran out of data on

the modem and had to house-sit

at some point in the afternoon so I

postponed to Thursday.

At about midnight yesterday, my

friend Leah called and said we should

have a party for the grand opening.

We laughed so hard knowing there

was really nothing to show, except

the newly painted walls perhaps.

P.S: If you want in on this party,

you will have to carry your own

seats,music, food and drinks. We

shall provide the venue

So today, I got up early, did a few

chores and started to decide what

to carry to the office. A plastic chair?

No, it may attract attention in the

parking lot. A mat? My mum works

around here, she might be judged for

her daughters strange antics. How

about a nice lesu safely tucked in my

handbag? That works! So I carried

that

I would love to share photos of this

beautiful, spacious office which has

such great ambiance but our office

camera, I pad and other such fancy

gadgets are yet to be delivered.

Kalango/Announcement: If you

believe in us and what we do and

have some items that would fill the

space we have here plus be of useto us including that table you are tired

of but still has four legs, and works

fine, give me a call. Okay even if you

know nothing about us and have

some useful trash, one mans trash

is another mans treasure

That said, all official meetings shall

be held at a restaurant of your choice

for now but if you are a cool guy/lady,

then you will realise that the clean

floor can make for very comfortable

sitting right here.

Just like that, an ordinary day in

October feels like the day I

moved out of home,without a

bed, couch or money to buy

food but at least, there was a

toothbrush!

Team 40-40, I think we can

whisper started from the

bottom now we are here.

(Whisper because our coffers

leave a lot to be desired) but

very soon we shall be able to

sing out loud.

To say I am proud of you

and how far we have come

TOGETHER would probably be

an understatement, but I will

say it any way.

This year has been difficult

but you have stayed close,

keeping the fire burning and

thats something I do not take

for granted and appreciate

each day. You chose to be my

friends but I choose you to be

my family.This empty office makes even

more sense being empty(for

now) because we shall watch it

grow.

Location: Sir Apollo Kaggwa

road(Next to Multitech Business

School)

Bless you!

Yours,

40/40 Afande/E.D/C.E.O/NRM/

UNDP/WFP/GM/M.D/WHO/

UPDF etc

The monkeys one day had a big Jamboree.Their leader sat up in the tallest treeAnd said with a chuckle, My good fellow Monk,If you want a good laugh, just give ear to this junk.The teachers of men in a place they call schoolAre training each youngster to grow up a fool.The kids run all wild and never get spanked.If our babies did that, their tails would be yanked.No well-mannered monkey dictates to his teacher,Beats up the policeman or shoots at the preacher,Poisons the baby, or kills with a gun,And then laughs and says; We are just havingfun!Monkeys, my friends have respect for each other.We hand out no sass to our father or mother.The picture I have painted youll agree is quiet sad.But listen my brothers, Im boiling mad.For heres what they are taught-that miserableflunky,That creature called man, was at one time amonkey!An ape just like us, and whats more if you please,He claims that at one time he swung through the

trees.Fellow monkeys, I think this is going too far.We dont envy their home, their wealth, their car.But when they will spread such a horrible rumour,Its time for all monkeys to lose their good humour.So, come, you must help me prepare a big sign,Protesting that man is no descendant of mine.If evolution be true, then boys, we are sunk;For Id sooner be father to weasel or skunk.Adopted from Monkey Business by Dr. JamesMcGinlay

The Monkey'sJamboree

WZ WZ

By Allan Brian


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By Tendo Kiribakka

While I was taking a shower yesterday morning I had a"lightbulb moment".

Let me explain. Often, I ponder my purpose - my

calling or reason for being in the universe. Iwonder what the point of my existence is, if any.I try to enumerate and quantify my individualcontributions to society, art, science, mankind(womankind too!) and this enormous thing called

Earth. The list is short, very short. And when I look at what otherpeople have accomplished, my list might as well be empty.

Yesterday morning I realized that actually, I am not so bad. Yes,I have not done much in this world yet but - like the Obamacampaign in 2008 - yes, I can. I realized that to get the mostout of myself I need to hone the skills I have naturally, to focusmy energies and develop the things that come naturally to me,and - most importantly - to learn how to wield these things in a

way that grows and magnifies my contributions to humanity.In Economics 101, eager but largely inattentive students areintroduced to the concept of comparative advantage. Thegenerally irritable, balding professor will explain this conceptusing terms like "marginal cost" and "opportunity cost". I

think the professor deliberately does this to confuse theunsuspecting students in order to fail them at the slightestmisuse of either term. At least that was the case at theinstitution where I did my Economics.

The spite of underpaid old people.Let us assume you and I are neighbours. In addition, letus have fertile soils in our respective backyards. I like ourneighbourhood. A neighbourhood is never complete without

the resident weirdo. Let us assume we were both taught howto knit sweaters by the weird old woman across the street. Shehas a cat with feline heterochromia. The cat has eleven lives.I jog five miles every morning and I am great at tilling the soilsin my backyard. You had a thing for the old hag so you spentmore time at her place and got better at knitting sweaters thanI did. We can both grow bean sprouts, our staple food, andknit our own sweaters for the unforgivingly bitter winters. All is

well in our suburbia.

English + MathematicsIn fact, it is not. I should concentrate on growing a lot of beansprouts and exchange the surplus for sweaters from you.

After all you are only making your bad knee worse whenyou could be giving it time to heal by sitting down more andknitting sweaters for the both of us. Even if your knee getsbetter and you somehow lose that ridiculous excess body

fat, we are still better off exchanging our products as longas we have different "relative efficiencies". Go speak to yourprofessor.

This is the concept of comparative advantage.My relative comparative advantage is my innate ability to

comprehend the English language and Mathematics. Inretrospect, I have always had minimal difficulty understandingthese two subjects and I have generally scored highly onany measures of either. While fellow students rummaged

through notes and examples I generally just went to classand then went for the exam. I did not alwayshave the best scores but I generallyput in minimal effort and still passedrespectably. This is the foundation ofmy light bulb moment.

You could practice a song overand over for days and perform itspectacularly in front of a crowd of

your admiring peers. Great applausewill ensue and you will be revered. Thena Beyonc Knowles will walk on stageand perform the same song equallyspectacularly; only she will be doing it for

the first time, ever. A standing ovation willensue and you will quickly be asked toleave the stage so people can take photos

with Mrs. Knowles-Carter.When it comes to singing, Beyonc has acomparative advantage over you.

A couple of years ago I had to take anEnglish language proficiency test called

TOEFL (Test Of English as a Foreign Language)as part of a university application process. Iregistered for the test a couple of days beforeI took it, did nothing for a couple of days and took the test. Iscored 115 out of a possible 120. That is about 96%. In fact, Ilearned English before I learned my "first language", Luganda.

The irony.Mathematics. Apparently girls do not like it. I guess thatexplains why they tend to avoid me. Proof that I have acomparative advantage over you in Maths? As with the

Beyonc example, one can reliably judge how good somebody is at something bythe ease with which they apply that thing in practice. Arguably the biggest applicationof Mathematics in the last century is in computer science. In particular, computerprogramming. People that are good at Maths generally comprehend computerprogramming with more ease than those that are not.I have never been to computer school.I have no formal qualification in any computing field. I wrote my first program when I

was thirteen. By sixteen, I had designed a Yahoo! Messenger-like chat client for theKing's College, Budo computer room using Microsoft Visual Basic for Applications(VBA). In my first year at university I designed a standalone room allocation system formy university residence hall in Microsoft Visual Studio after discovering they were still

using pen and paper.Students from the Faculty of Computing and Information Technology used to askme for assistance with their assignments. Yes, me - a student

of the Institute of Statistics and Applied Economics.As a result of reading their study material whilehelping them with their assignments I designed asocial networking website that became popular withstudents of my university, and is still online to thisday.For my university research project, I wrote aprogram that did n-way Analysis Of VAriance(ANOVA) on several statistical experimentdesigns. I am writing this from a hotel room inNairobi where I have spent the last fortnightdesigning a tool to automate my employer'ssubsidiary's foreign currency reconciliationmethodology. Shouldn't someone from IT bedoing this? Probably. However my employerhas correctly identified that fixing things withcomputers comes relatively easily to me. And

I understand how the reconciliation works -something they would have to teach IT.

What then?If I can do all the above without carrying around a dictionary

and with no qualification in computer science, what can I do if I work on mypropensity to translate these God-given abilities into contributions to humanity?

While I was taking a shower yesterday morning I realized there is something I can doin this respect. I spent most of yesterday researching my new found endeavour. I amdoing it. Wish me luck.Each of us has a comparative advantage. What is yours? And how are you using it? WZ


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There isnt a lot that hasnt beensaid about the health-and-wealthgospel and why it is something

we should all be fleeing- fast- awayfrom.

Manipulating hearts that might be genuinelysearching for truth.Twisting the God of theBible to look like an ATM of health and wealth.

Emptying the pockets of (mostly) not-too-wealthy people to bankroll lavish lifestyles.Exalting our wants over Gods will for a righteouschurch to glorify Him and love others. Mixing

the gospel with New Age spirituality such asspeaking life into situationstheres nothing worthwhile to gain fromlistening to this false gospel, nothing at all.

So why are so many being led astray? Well, thisworld is messed up and were all trying to makesense of it. We want to be happy. Give us a

OuritchyearsBy Charlyn Kentarosermon on how the God of the Bible wants you toprosper and not lack, to get the job you want, thathouse and car; how He heals every disease at our

will, how He accepts you even as you continueto live in unrepentant sin; back it up with catchyphrases like name it and claim it and youve got

yourself a following.But that is not the truth that Christ preached. It is

not the truth which frees us.If you follow these teachers, you are stakingeverything you believe in on a lie.

The good news is that God saw it all coming, asHe always does. Peter warns us against beingled away from the true gospel by preachers who

will secretly introduce destructive heresies, evendenying the sovereign Lord who bought them. Hecalls them springs without water who promise

you freedom but are themselves still enslaved bytheir love for this worlds ways. (2 Peter 2).

Jesus tells us that we can know those who are falseby their fruits. (Matthew 7:15-20). Anyone who is ledby the Holy Spirit shows this in the fruit of the Spirit(Galatians 5:22) and those who arent bear a differentkind of fruit - Galatians 5:19-21.Im not saying everyone who teaches the true gospelis perfect, but there are those who unashamedlyseek God for what He can give them and are callingothers to do the same. Fame, if the sermons youhear every Sunday do not correct you, call you out,urge repentance, encourage you to preach Christ

and exalt Him as a sovereign good God, you mightwant to start praying for your church! (2 Tim 4:2-5)Let us be like the Bereans, who werent content

with just listening to Paul and Silas - they heardthe message with eager minds, and examined theScriptures daily to see if Pauls message matchedup. (Acts 17:11)Unless we do this, we wont know any better ifsomeone comes along with a false message. Christsaid that His people recognise His voice and followHim (John 10:7-30).WZ


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After the seventh beer, hestarted to talk. In his deepScottish drawl , he slowlychewed on the words and letthem out , one by one .The outer Hebrides, hebegan , thats where we were.I pulled my seat closer.we had gone on holiday, the

whole family. The weather was good. Summer it was.The best summer we had seen in the last ten yearsand there was no wasting any drop of sunshine. Awistful look of golden remembrance stole over hisface. His eyes peered into a past not really gone by. A silence stole in. I put another Stella in front ofhim. He did not touch it .I convinced everyone to go scuba diving. The waters

were clear and you could see through in some placesto the green carpet oor. Different types of shwere darting around and I wanted to be one ofthem . He said as his voice became stronger. Thewhispers were still there but they were dying out .Ma asked one of the locals about dangerous animalsin the waters . Tony , that was his name, laughedand said this is not Australia. This here is trueScottish country. Nothing dangerous in these. Thatswhat he said, this is not Australia. And he laughedsome more.He paused; Took a a swallow.We geared up . Water proof rubber costume,

ippers , and an oxygen tank. I intended to be down therefor some time . I wanted to belost in the seas. Drown myselfon Scotlands waters and forgetabout everything .

He sets the empty stella down.its beautiful down there. Thecolours are something else. Itswhole world on its own . thesh kept whirling round us inan automatic game of hide andseek. We were in their worldand they knew it.A pause. He walks out intothe cold night; we follow him.I do not remember how ithappened. I dont know whatI was doing exactly . I havebeen told that there are timeswhen I seem to be in anotherworld all together. It must havebeen one of those moments.One minute I was mindlesslyfollowing a school . the next , a

sense of unease owed towardsme. I can only call it a sixthsense. I looked around andeveryone seemed to be frozen.Looking up. I looked up . Another pause.I saw it. A dark shape circlingin lazy circles overhead. Itseemed to be doing nothing .

just swimming round and round.Round and round. Round andround. I should have beenpetried. I wasnt . I did not

Lewis swam withthe fishesBy Businge Abid Were

think of anything at that moment. Ijust watched it. A shark. Tony latertold me that he was thinking of jaws.Thank God I hadnt watched themovie. Another long pause.I felt a tug on my elbow. Scared;I whirled round. My over-activityimagination had gone into high gear.Had the merry-go-round shark been adecoy ? It was Tony. And the others.I hadnt felt them swim towards. Tonypointed at a crevasse in the water.

He swam off towards it . I followed.I dont remember why I looked behind. but look behind I did. The sharkwas coming straight at us. And I wasthe last in the line. Frantically wedove for the gap. But I knew it wasfutile. The shark could outswim usall. He was the king of the watersand nothing could save us. In thatmoment I knew what fear felt like.A wall of it hit me from deep inside.istopped swimming. I turned and facedthe monstrosity ying towards me.And it was beautiful. The water wasparting right infront of it. It was thesea itself made esh. Thepowerful nsthreweddies

in itswake .Its mouthslightlyopenshowingoff rows ofwhite sharpteeth. Thiswould be agood way todie. A light went

on in one of the windows.Within a second it was right infront of me. I knew it was goingto open its mouth and welcome meto the other side. IT didnt. it

just swooshed on by. Its slipstreamknocked me around and it wasgone. IT was like it had not beenthere at all. It was simply gone.We wasted no time in rushing forthe surface. We could not evenfeign bravado. We had had a closecall with a force of nature herself.

We just got out of our gear andhightailed to shore. Since then Icant enter even a swimming pool.That image of the shark coming atme will never live me. He then reached for his phone andsent me a picture someone in theparty had managed to take. It wasa bit blurry. But I could distinguishthe tail of the shark as it swamaway. I wonder what I will get himfor his 20th birthday tomorrow; Maybe a copy ofJaws.

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This ones no good, move on to the next article.So there I was, standing by the roadside, waiting for a taxi. One drewup shortly and the conductor asked me to get onboard. I gavethe taxi a long hard look and decided against it, there was simplyno space. Plus I was getting some nasty looks from the thirty or sopassengers that were spilling out of the windows.Some people are getting out. The conductor attempted a pitch.He didnt need to tell me this, I could see that for myself and I politelytold him so.

Muttering something under his breath about fuel prices, airtime taxes and my apparentsnobbish attitude, he left.Wondering how I was going to get to the city I started to walk. I had absolutely nointention of walking to town, you realize, but I needed to create the illusion that I wasmaking progress in some way. Suddenly, there was a voice,Are you going to town?I was perplexed. Actually thats a lie, I was downright freaked out, so, quite naturally, Iasked as a freaked person is wont to, Father, is that you?A brief pause, and then the voice came back, Faza? No, boss. Its just me-a humblebodaboda cyclist without a spare helmet and a bad attitude. You need to understand that I was pressed for time and was undergoing a serious caseof selective hearing. I chose not to hear the bit where he said something about having abad attitude.I was not keen on the idea of haggling over fares, so I attempted an alternateconversation...Man, these clusters of humps...we keep moving like this and I will not have kids.No response. Not even a grunt. All he did was swerve a couple of times to avoid theinconvenience that was the smooth bit of the road.I tried once more.Last nights weather, awful wasnt it? It rained cats and dogs...Then he spoke.Shaddup! a cobra couldnt have spat the words out with more venom if it tried.I thought Id heard wrong, surely it was the wind playing tricks on my ears.I said shut up! You know, as in, shut your gob or whatever. Its not an effect of the windplaying around with what Im saying. Its all me. Im telling you to shut up! I warned youthough, I just happen to have a bad attitude. In the ensuing one-sided conversation it emerged that his wife had left him for two guysaptly named Katz and Doug on a rainy night. Her reason being that he had failed to playhis part in the Make Babies Promotion.

Of the ArticleBy Ivan Musoke

It was sad really. Surely by now everyone knewthat the whole Make Babies thing was a schemeperpetrated by some sinister organization so it couldcome out and claim that German imported condomswere not doing their work.Look man, he went on, I realize its not your fault, butyou should have seen this coming.With that he made a sharp right turn and we ended upin a field of maize that had previously not existed.Do you know who I am? he asked, his eyessuddenly looking red.Maybe they did look red as I jumped on, but I wasway too preoccupied. Excuses aside, I had a nastyfeeling I knew where he was taking this. My fearswere confirmed.I am a bad man. Not like R. Kelly or that BebeKool

fellow. Cut me, I bleed...I had to step in, this was getting inexcusable, hewas clearly taking the piss, stealing lines from theSpiderman sequel, Whats that got to do withanything?He hesitated before replying, Im just saying, I haveachieved Bad Man Status. Your attitude has angeredme, so Im going to make like Red San and Step OnIt!.I was briefly confused, On what, my attitude?Dont be ridiculous, have you had a chance to look atwhere you are?I took a long hard look around. I saw a couple ofmaize stalks lying on the ground. Other than that therewas barely anything noticeable.Then it came to me, Ndi Ku digi!

Exactly! So, do you always accept rides fromstrangers? He inquired.

Well, I rarely call them strangers if I have to part withsome money. I pointed out.And lets be honest, the number of people on a firstname basis with boda-boda riders can be counted onone handthats missing a few fingers.I was starting to get concerned. Would anyone actuallyread this without occasionally pausing and wonderingwhere the truth ended and how much of it was bull.Then he cut into my thoughts.Thats actually a valid point. I say, were you done?I was a bit confused, With what?With your thoughts. I have this annoying habit ofinterrupting peoples thoughts...not that it matters to meanyway. I have a bad attitude and this has gone on

long enough. What has? The ride, the utter foolishnessof it all? I asked hopefully.That too, but I was talking aboutsomething else. Dont you have a wordlimit? You probably do. So, if you dontmind, I will go into monologue mode forthe most part. I have issues, you see,big twisted issues. I wasnt breastfedas a kid coz my mum liked me as afriend...but thats not it, I am as bad aperson as youve painted me so far.Sure Ive dragged you through this field,but I am like any other sane person. Ipay my taxes by way of airtime and Imost certainly dont go around wearing

banana leaves during spring in theUnited Kingdom trying to prove a point. Iam, however, a cereal killer!

What I wanted to know is how I fit intothis thing, what I asked instead was, Isitpossible that you have got this serialkilling business all wrong?Boss, look around you! We are in amaize field, I have destroyed enoughcrop and soon as Im through, Im goingto Burn Dem Down. That makes me acertified Cerial Killer!Or an utter moron, I opined, So whatdo you need me for? I was gettingreally impatient and all sorts of asininethoughts were setting up abode in myhead. One of them had me convincedthat this is how crop circles were

formed...Sorry about this, the whole breakingand entering thing. I need a writer! Wecerial killers need publicity. Without itwe are inconsequential, useless andas unappealing as feuding artistes. Ohdarn...we have come to the end,Of what? This tripe? This nonsense, thebanter...He cut in for what was to be the lasttime.Of the article. WZ


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