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Its with great honour that I pen this word for the 60th issue of the WorkZine. Thank you for getting us to this point. Sadly 2014 also marks the 20th anniversary of the 1994 Rwanda Genocide where close to 1,000,000 people died within a space of 100 days. All the movies and the books have not been able to capture the true horror of what happened and thankfully they never will. To all the people who still have nightmares from that period, we stand with you. It is our hope that never again will we allow such a tragedy to befall us. We have re-published President Paul Kagames speech in its entirety as a commemoration of this event. Like he said We have pursued justice and reconciliation as best we could. But it does not restore what we lost. Never again. Regards BusingeAbidWeere Managing Editor
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I dont have enough words to express my appreciation to all our friends, who have come from near and far to be with us, on a day as important as this. I also thank all of those who have stood with us in Rwandas incredible journey of rebuilding. We are gathered here to remember those who lost their lives in the Genocide and comfort those who survived. As we pay tribute to the victims, both the living and those who have passed, we also salute the unbreakable Rwandan spirit, to which we owe the survival and renewal of our country. To our parents, children, brothers, and sisters who survived to Rwandans who defied the call to genocide and to those who give voice to their remorse it is you who bear the burden of our history. We have pursued justice and reconciliation as best we could. But it does not restore what we lost. Time and again these past twenty years, Rwandans have given of themselves. You have stood before the community to bear witness and listened to others do the same. You have taken responsibility and you have forgiven. Your sacrifices are a gift to the nation. They are the seed from which the new Rwanda grows. Thank you for allowing your humanity and patriotism to prevail over your grief and loss. Thank you very much. Historical clarity is a duty of memory that we cannot escape. Behind the words Never Again, there is a story whose truth must be told in full, no matter how uncomfortable. The people who planned and carried out the Genocide were Rwandans, but the history and root causes go beyond this country. This is why Rwandans continue to seek the most complete explanation possible for what happened. We do so with humility as a nation that nearly destroyed itself. But we are nevertheless determined to recover our dignity as a people. Twenty years is short or long depending on where you stand but there is no justification for false moral equivalence. The passage of time should not obscure the facts, lessen responsibility, or turn victims into villains. People cannot be bribed into changing their history. And no country is powerful enough, even when they think that they are, to change the facts. After all, les faitssontttus. Therefore, when we speak out about the roles and responsibilities of external actors and institutions, it is because genocide prevention demands historical clarity of all of us, not because we wish to shift blame onto others. All genocides begin with an ideology a system of ideas that says: This group of people here, they are less than human and they deserve to be exterminated. The most devastating legacy of European control of Rwanda was the transformation of social distinctions into so-called races. We were
classified and dissected, and whatever differences existed were magnified according to a framework invented elsewhere. The purpose was neither scientific nor benign, but ideological: to justify colonial claims to rule over and civilise supposedly lesser peoples. We are not. This ideology was already in place in the 19th century, and was then entrenched by the French missionaries who settled here. Rwandas two thousand years of history were reduced to a series of caricatures based on Bible passages and on myths told to explorers. The colonial theory of Rwandan society claimed that hostility between something called Hutu, Tutsi, and Twa was permanent and necessary. This was the beginning of the genocide against the Tutsi, as we saw it twenty years ago. With the full participation of Belgian officials and Catholic institutions, this invented history was made the only basis of political organisation, as if there was no other way to govern and develop society. The result was a country perpetually on the verge of genocide. However, Africans are no longer resigned to being hostage to the worlds low expectations. We listen to and respect the views of others. But ultimately, we have got to be responsible for ourselves. In Rwanda, we are relying on universal human values, which include our culture and traditions, to find modern solutions to our unique challenges. Managing the diversity in our society should not be seen as denying the uniqueness of every Rwandan. If we succeed in forging a new, more inclusive national identity, would it be a bad thing? We did not need to experience genocide to become a better people. It simply should never have happened. No country, in Africa or anywhere else, ever needs to become another Rwanda. But if a peoples choices are not informed by historical clarity, the danger is ever present. This is why I say to Rwandans lets not get diverted. Our approach is as radical and unprecedented as the situation we faced. The insistence on finding our own way sometimes comes with a price. Nonetheless, lets stick to the course. To our friends from abroad I believe you value national unity in your own countries, where it exists. Where it doesnt, you are working to build it, just as we are. We ask that you engage Rwanda and Africa with an open mind, accepting that our efforts are carried out in good faith for the benefit of all
of us. We want you to know that we appreciate your contributions, precisely because we do not feel you owe us anything. Rwanda was supposed to be a failed state. Watching the news today, it is not hard to imagine how we could have ended up. We could have become a permanent U.N. protectorate, with little hope of ever recovering our nationhood. We could have allowed the country to be physically divided, with groups deemed incompatible assigned to different corners. We could have been engulfed in a never-ending civil war with endless streams of refugees and our children sick and uneducated. But we did not end up like that. What prevented these alternative scenarios was the choices of the people of Rwanda. After 1994, everything was a priority and our people were completely broken. But we made three fundamental choices that guide us to this day. One we chose to stay together. When the refugees came home we were choosing to be together. When we released genocide suspects in anticipation of Gacaca we were choosing to be together. When we passed an inclusive constitution that transcends politics based on division and entrenched the rights of women as full partners in nation-building, for the first time we were choosing to be together. When we extended comprehensive new education and health benefits to all our citizens we were choosing to be together. Two we chose to be accountable to ourselves. When we decentralise power and decision-making into the towns and hills across the country we are being accountable. When we work with development partners to ensure that their support benefits all our citizens we are being accountable. When we award scholarships and appoint public servants based on merit, without discrimination we are being accountable. When we sanction an official, no matter how high-ranking, who abuses their power or engages in corruption we are being accountable. As a result, our citizens expect more from government, and they deserve it. Three we chose to think big.
When Rwandans liberated our country we were thinking big. When we created Rwandas Vision 2020 and committed to meeting our development goals we were thinking big. When we decided to make Rwanda attractive for business we were thinking big. When we invested in a broadband network that reaches all our 30 districts we were thinking big. When we became a regular contributor to United Nations and African Union peacekeeping missions we were thinking big. We may make mistakes, like every country does. We own up and learn and move forward. There is more hard work ahead of us than behind us. But Rwandans are ready. A few years ago, at a commemoration event, I met a young man who was one of the twelve people pulled alive from under 3,000 bodies in a mass grave at Murambi. He still lived nearby, totally alone. When the perpetrators he recognised came home from prison, he was understandably terrified. When I asked him how he managed, he told me: I could not do it unless I was convinced that these impossible choices are leading us somewhere better. Twenty years ago, Rwanda had no future, only a past. Yet as Fidel told us just now, today we have a reason to celebrate the normal moments of life that are easy for others to take for granted. If the Genocide reveals humanitys shocking capacity for cruelty, Rwandas choices show its capacity for renewal. Today, half of all Rwandans are under 20. Nearly three-quarters are under 30. They are the new Rwanda. Seeing these young people carry the Flame of Remembrance, to all corners of the country over the last three months, gives us enormous hope. We are all here to remember what happened and to give each other strength. As we do so, we must also remember the future to which we have committed ourselves. I thank you.
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frightened eyes and... What happened then was beyond human's imagination. Tarzan first threw-back his head, then quickly dipped his face in his own shit, then with evil howl he jumped on the window, then through the little vent -- outside and disappeared into the night. That night Tarzan did not return home. Later, next day, Sergey couldn't find this poor creature anywhere. Tarzan left for good. Sergey and I looked at each other with great amazement. We did not say a word. In total silence, Sergey grabbed telephone, called the girl he was dating and cancelled the date for that night. I did the same later that night, but I called my girl from the public phone outside Sergey's house. I felt like using his home telephone would be inappropriate, and who knew about mobile phones at that time in Russia?In about year after that story Sergey started to drink regularly, slowly turning into an alcoholic. About the same time I decided to go to Hare Krishna temple and become a monk. When I left the temple two years later, I've learned that Sergey died untimely due to an excessive drinking. And I got married.
Yuriy Grigoryants (08/22/1957 still waiting) Immigrated from Russia to the US in 1998. Lived almost 11 years in New York, moved to San Antonio in 2009. Was writing poetry, songs, performing on stage in Russia. In 2010 started to write in English, and to his surprise found quite warm reception from people of San Antonio. Regularly attends open mic events. Was also reading poems at local radio stations. Return to poetry was quite therapeutic, and challenging, as English is not his native language. But the revived passion for writing, spoken word and acting made this crossover happen. And he is on his way to become full time writer/spoken word artist, etc. His first book of poetry and short stories, Burnt Lips was released on Amazon.com and as a Kindle version in October 2012.
A Music Review:
Ruyongas
Victory Lap and PompisMizu
By Carlo Tess carlotess
Lately Ive been listening to a lot of Hip Hop music. Im not a rap kind of girl by any definition, Im more soul and jazz. But somehow I got a hold of both Ruyongas Victory Lap album and Pompis Mizu. This is my very honest and biased and well, my opinion, review of both of these.
irst, I like Ruyonga. I like his music not only because hes Ugandan but also because his music sounds good and its clean and Christian. When it comes to Victory Laps sound, Ruyonga was disappointing. I mean, he has about three songs that he sings over other peoples music. Not even Gospel music or anything, just great beats like Khona and Personally. I mean, those songs sound great and all but for a Christian rap album, I dont think they are appropriate. When it comes to content, I really struggled to find some kind of edification in Ruyongas music. His lyrics are all about having arrived and how great he is and how cool the females are and who the best be. Hell throw in a few words about God bringing him thus far but honestly, I didnt see how he spoke to me to edify me in Christ. Then he
has collaborations with people like Navio and Enygma but its still all about how big they are and how they have made it. Maybe I expected more from someone who claimed to be Christian rapper. And then what was with all the shout outs? There was a whole song of shout outs to every deejay and radio presenter in Kampala. I was disappointed, very disappointed Ruyonga. Though not as much as my sister who said, Ruyonga is the wooooorrrst! Yes, she sang it. I knew Pompis music when he was not yet saved so I was a bit shocked to find his Christian RnB album. Pleasantly surprised, I must add. I generally really like the sound of Zambian words (Swilililili anyone?) and the way they are infused into English lyrics just makes it sound rich. What stood out for me with his music was how much I was edified and gave God glory listening to his music. Giant Killer spoke to me in such a special way that I was encouraged in the Lord. Even when he was singing about love for a girl in Make Up, I saw his testimony with lyrics like I read about you in the Bible, Proverbs 31. My sister (who it seems helped with this review) said of him, Pompis music preaches. And thats exactly what one should do when they decide to put Gospel or Christian as a description of their art. I should come out of the experience feeling like I can give God glory or that I have been edified. Honestly, Ive tried to look for some kind of message from Ruyongas music, or even a song that stays with you and becomes an earworm and I have failed. I have listened to this album on repeat for the past couple of weeks but I cant even remember a line except for its the victory rap, the victory rap. There needs to be more depth to this music. When I first heard his Tutuuse, I thought it was quite catchy but it still said nothing. All he said was that he had arrived, arrived where? From where? How? Come to think of
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it, why did I ever like Ruyonga music? I was totally biased because I heard that he was Christian. Even though I didnt understand some of Pompis lyrics that were in Chechewa or Bemba, his music spoke to me. I spent days singing isawikalemumutimawandi, no renti, no rent and I am a giant killer, I am a giant killer. It doesnt help that Pompi has this smooth transition he makes from singing to rapping that makes his music that much easier to sing along to. Ruyongas rap is hard for people like me who are not really Hip Hop fans to begin with, although I must admit he flows really well. Im not going to rank these albums with numbers because I feel like Im not the best person to judge Hip Hop or rap, but Ill ask you to go and buy Pompis album. I got that on iTunes and got Ruyongas from Bold in Acacia Mall. I must give credit to Reverb Nation for helping me get a few songs from both of these artists before I went looking for the full albums.
He: Do you know why Im arresting you? She: Kale youre dry! Am I supposed to do your job? He: Madam, its because you are not supposed to move under the influence. She: Im not driving. Be serious. He: Excuse you please. Even walking is a punishable offense. She: Are you telling me Walking To Work wasnt bad enough,you had to find other ways to punish people who have no cars? He: Only those running on liquor. She: But Im not even drunk. He: Your eyes are red. She: I was rubbing He: Rub-a-dubbing is a punishable offense. She: my eyes. He: I dont believe you. Im going to need you to blow in to this She: I know my rights. My mouth is for eating. He: In that case Im going to have to arrest you for dressing indecently. According to the anti-pornography act She: How is this indecent? He: Your clothes are see through. I can see your panties. She: Thats where youre wrong. Im not wearing any. That's cellulite. He: Well, in that case, I will charge you with attempting to lure men
She: What? That was not my intention. He: No? She: No. He: In that case, Im going to arrest you for attempting to lure women, which, as my luck would have it, is a punishable offense according to the AntiHomosexuality act She: That law has loop-holes He: Madam, dont bring holes in to this She: Where is the sense in arresting a gay person and throwing him or her in to a place where he or she may be sodomized? He: We dont throw them in to jail first. First we probe them She: My point exactly He: then we put them in a cell without soap.
ith a dream and hope that East Africa wants to be one block, some of us got so excited and sung praises to/for our leaders. So just as the Movie Last King of Scotland starts with this guy rolling the globe and pointing on Uganda and ended up there, my heart pointed on Rwanda. However as aNtinda dude, under the leadership of my Gangsta leaders, the Lukwagos and Jennifers fights, i have found out that its "hard" to survive Rwanda. It is not Space science in Rwanda but its just Ugandans are space cowboys who live in Ug like life never has control or end. My top 10 reasons why i think we cant survive in Rwanda unless.. wekulyaembwa. {eat dogs too.}
1. No corruption
As one crosses from Uganda to Rwanda at Katuna/Gatuna, there is a huge sign post thats reads loud out "Corruption NO, Investments YES." Now as a Ugandan who has been surrounded, been hearing and reading about how good Uganda and its leaders are "perfect" at corruption, i smiled and took a picture of the post. The zero corruption tolerance here in Rwanda is for world cup..even talking about it in a bar may be a crime at one point. For a me who is used to "kittukidogo" every where and all the times, here prison would be my home. They even have a full week dedicated to eradicating Corruption, the AntiCorruption Week that is on the Rwandan calendar every year. According to world Corruption free country rankings Rwanda
is at 49 while my Ug is at 140. http://issuu. com/transparencyinternational/docs/cpi2013_ brochure_single_pages?e=2496456/5813913 Now with this ranking of the less corrupt, me at 140 icant even enter from Katuna/Gatuna. I think its a reason why Ugandan leaders fly to Kigali. You will never see them use roads to end Rwanda. That Anti Corruption board is a haunt to them.
streets, they just accept the results and get to the next level of pinning government incase they don't perform. From what i see, there is no kavuyoand money for tear gas purchase by the Police. If you are used tokavuyoand tear gas, you wont survive, hence don't come because it ain't here!!!
so if u have issues with i don't want it to mess up my hair, oh they are not hygiene enoguh... blah blahblah.. just forget using theboda taxi motto. Stick to the 4-seater taxis of Twenyige." About Taxi's in my Nyambos {Nyamirambo} Taxis, u may seem you are in a club and we sit 4-4 people.. Ffeewannotwenyiggabaanabaana in a taxi.
4. Smooth roads
There is a saying in Uganda that says "our potholes have roads in them" here the word pothole doesn't exist. The roads are too smooth and scaring. The first time i drove here, i wasn't sure i was driving on a high way to Kinigi somewhere in the North of Rwanda. I know everyone praises Rwanda for the good roads and green environment, well if you doubt that please come take a peep and tell your story. My story is that if you brought a Ugandan car here, it would drive u at no fuel demand. But as you come please don't expect to drive more than the designated speed limits. The signs are in your face and you dont need to have the Ugandan excuse Afandeiain't seeing no road sign. you will end up at "1930 Geresa at Nyarugenge"
I had been a subject to "Tear gas journalism" in Uganda until i had too much of it. Tear gas is an opposition trade mark and brand in Uganda to have themselves in the international media platform. I don't know if here there is a word called tear gas. Here not even opposition joints are seen..the opposition here is more "diplomatic and calm." Should i say they are looking up to Mahtma Ghandi's peaceful and calm teachings ?i think so.. elections come they {opposition} make topical noise that is never convincing and thats why i guess people continue voting overwhelmingly in the RPF team but they {opposition} never complain or take it to the
Mr Jones And Me
By Ernest Bazanye
r Jones and MeIt was one of those nights as Silas called them. One of those nights. The words trailing into breathlessness as they escaped his mouth. One of those nights when all the necessary elements were present in their correct configuration: not just the money, not just the weather and not just the place. It was beyond that. It was an energy, a vibe, a resonance in all the minds involved; total, unflinching agreement that they were young, invincible and magnificent and ready to rip the heart beating out of the chest of the night. It is on nights like this that drunk driving fatalities are borne, it is on nights like this that unwanted children are conceived. It is fine, perhaps, to think that you cannot be burnt, as long as you are not walking into any bonfires. Dora was sitting alone at the corner of the bar. There is a way a blouse wraps itself around a womans body that is just so right, a way that jeans cling to thigh that makes it seem like for them this is the achievement of ultimate purpose.
Doras face was set unsmiling. The yellow barlight made her skin glow. She was looking over at the pool table, but she was clearly not watching. She looked bored. We had all been staring, all five of us. Space leaned back and spread out his hands as if to invite applause for his next statement. You guys, he said, let me assure you how I know the chick. He waited for the chorus of no ways and fuck yous to complete its circuit round the group before he raised himself partly out of his seat and leaned forward. On cue, she turned from the game to face our table. And saw Space. Hewaved.She smiled politely and waved back.Space leaned back into his chair with a happy grin on his face. "Dora Mbabazi. Resident of Nakawa Division, one of my many admirers. If you are good little boys, I may give you an introduction. It didnt matter how good we were, though because by the time we turned round again, she was gone. Gone? Not entirely. Dora, in her way, stayed with us all night, lingering in the taste of beer, glistening in the light, whispering in the music. A romantic would say we had all fallen in love with her, but that would be absurdly wrong. We were young, invincible, magnificent and far too stupid and self-involved for love. It was more a thick mingling of lust and intimidation that settled upon the table. I felt something a little bit extra, though. I wasnt just attracted, wasnt just intimidated. Those feelings stem from a cohesive sense of what you have seen . My feeling came from what I had not seen.
Boise State is expulsion, used only for the most heinous crimes, like cheating on Scantron exams. But now that lethal force is an option, I need to know which infractions may be treated as de facto capital crimes. I assume that if a student shoots first, I am allowed to empty my clip; but given the velocity of firearms, and my aging reflexes, Id like to be proactive. For example, if I am working out a long equation on the board and several students try to correct me using their laser sights, am I allowed to fire a warning shot? If two armed students are arguing over who should be served next at the coffee bar and I sense escalating hostility, should I aim for the legs and remind them of the campus Shared-Values Statement (which reads, in part, Boise State strives to provide a culture of civility and success where all feel safe and free from discrimination, harassment, threats or intimidation)? While our city police chief has expressed grave concerns about allowing guns on campus, I would point out that he already has one. Im glad that you were not intimidated by him, and did not allow
A photo I took of Brisbane City I can see my beloved office building! yay! The lid of my pop top water bottle has slipped out of my hand. It has slipped out, clipped the counter and landed mouth side down on the floor of the kitchen at my work. I am disgusted. The feet of a thousand disgruntled employees have graced the spot where my innocent bottle top now lays. This unfortunate little event signals the beginning of another week of work in the land that time forgot, my office building. Last weeks highlight occurred on Tuesday at 12:42pm when a co-worker mistakenly thought a young lady at the hotel across the road was sunbaking topless by the swimming pool. The entire male cohort, and some of the women, could hardly contain their excitement at the call of That chicks got no top on! and rushed over to the window to have a good
look. Unfortunately for all of them, he was wrong. It was a horrible trick being played by a light orange strapless bikini and a very tanned young woman. This is what life at my work is like. It isnt a bad workplace by any means, its just slow. I feel like poor Edward Norton in Fight Club. Sometimes I come to at a meeting with no idea how I got there or how long Ive been there for. Dazed and very confused I try to piece together bits of information, narrowing my eyes at the agenda in front of me and peering at the notes taken by the person to my left. Luckily for me there is usually at least one person who falls asleep during meetings and distracts from my blank, expressionless face. A real note a co-worker left on my desk
once. Heart warming, aint it? Office life is the same for most people, I think. A never ending cycle of passive aggressive notes stuck up in the toilet or kitchen, inevitably involving overuse of bold and underlined font. Theres the regular gripes about stationary related problems and the familiar smell of stale coffee and long abandoned Tupperware containers in the communal fridge. Like a bad episode of meerkat manor, the slightest noise evokes 50 tiny heads popping up from behind cubicle walls. I learnt this the hard way while moving floors last year. I misjudged a tight corner while trying to manoeuvre an over-loaded flatbed trolley and sent my documents, computer and stationery hurtling toward a metal cubicle wall. The judging eyes of my colleagues gazed down on me as I turned the deepest shade of crimson and scurried to gather everything up and slip back into the beige nothingness of office life. One positive, however is you dont need to worry about fashion if you work here. There was a guy who wore the same tracksuit to work every single day for a year. A tracksuit. Not a funky Adidas tracksuit, one of the super dodgy, saggy ones that only your Grandpa would be able to find and purchase. I once saw a guy take casual Friday to the next level by showing up in red board-shorts, an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt with a yellow mesh (MESH!) singlet underneath and, to finish it all off, blue Crocs. I wouldnt say Im an avid Croc-hater, but on this particular day I wished theyd never been created.
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ecause I do not want to get these nice men in trouble by identifying their workplaces, I shall deliberately conceal the exact location of where this incident occurred. Its going to be tricky, but lets see. It was in a taxi. I know. Me and the taxi stories. Be patient. Youll like this one. This taxi conductor lied to me when he told me he could take me where I wanted to go. Instead, he took me half way the distance. I had given him Shs 1000 and was expecting Shs 500 back. The heifer refused. No matter where you stop, the journey is Shs 1000, he said. First of all, it isnt, I corrected him. Its not rush hour for that nonsense to apply. Second of all, you looked me right in the eye, and told me you would stop me where I wanted to go. Now Im going to have to use another Shs 500 to get there. Give me my balance! Eh, you think you can shout at me here? he said. Kaale. Driver, tugende! The conductor closed the door and, deaf to the entreaties of the other passengers in the taxi on my behalf, the driver drove on to their final destination, and deposited me in a taxi park. Now you walk back, they laughed, as they drove off. If I were a superhero at that moment, my name would have been Inferno. The rage started in my toes and swirled all the way to the tips of my hair. I had noted down their license plate number and was determined to get my revenge. I happened to be late for a meeting, but as far as I was concerned, I was on a quest for something more important: some motherfucking justice. I approached the nearest police station and narrated my ordeal. I was, in all honesty, very surprised at what happened next. Ill call these two cops Hero and Awesome.
sounded more But these taxi men and their kamanyiro! Hero we talk about how to pissed than I was. Gwe Awesome, come and deal with these people. s. I hovered nearby as they spoke in hushed tone e asked. But what law shall we say they broke? Awesom of the traffic penal Well say they broke Section 2 under Article 15 code, Hero responded. was as baffled as I But what is that one? Does it exist? Awesome was. know the law? Us, Meh, who cares? What can they say? Do they we are the law. Lets use that one! 2mpozi it was Okay, Awesome said. Erm, Section 2, Section Article what? code Hero obliged. Section 2 under Article 15 of the traffic penal red me to follow They spent some time memorizing it, and orde spirits lifted as we them. I felt my case was in good hands, and my t. trotted to the offices of the taxi park managemen ager in charge After being told what the problem was, the man us. (well call him Sorry) was understandably furio responsible for what How is that my problem? he snapped. Am I number. Its not these taxi men do? I dont even know this plate supposed to use this park. ybe you need to Tough, was Awesomes general response. Ma were allowed have better security. All we know is these thieves You deal with the to access this taxi park, and drop this girl here. your own time. matter now, and you can look for them later on e as wide as Me, deal with the matter now? Sorrys eyes wer saucers. How? n he replied: Refund Heros face was as serious as Robocops whe her transport. faces begun to take Sorry stared at them in total shock. When their in his pockets. He on a menacing look, he cursed and dug around handed me Shs 1000. I had in mind. I I begun to worry. This was not the kind of justice ffs. I wanted them wanted those taxi men delivered to me in handcu . I wanted them to on their knees begging me not to press charges
PAY, motherfucker! Hero went one better. Who are you giving Shs 1000? he snapped. Isnt that how much she needs to get back to her destination? Sorry was, once again, understandably curious. Awesome explained matters to him more clearly. This girl has suffered severe emotional distress. How do you expect her to trust another taxi after what she has been through? Heh?! She needs to take a boda. There was another two minutes of furious eyeballing between Sorry and the two cops. And how much will this boda cost? he had the sense to ask. I couldnt believe what was happening. Ten thousand shillings, Hero said. Ten thousands shillings! Sorry exploded. Its three thousand, maximum! It seems you do not understand whats happening here, Awesome interjected. We know that you let hooligans use this taxi park. Going around kidnapping young girls and stealing their money. This can become a more complicated affair than a transport refund. Do you understand? Hero added quickly: The law has been broken here. Section 2 under Article 15 of the traffic penal code. Sorry understood. He gave me Shs 10,000. Hero and Awesome, satisfied, patted me on the shoulder and escorted me to a safe boda stage. They waved benignly as I rolled away. Poor Sorry.
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