Wazzup? Wassalapa?

IN whatever way you say I am FINE. I quit my previous daunting job, giving everyone a big shock of their lives and most especially my immediate boss.

Yes I have left the company after six years, four of which were ok and hectic and the two, very difficult for me... in terms of where you have someone watching your every move "witch hunting" as some people call it.

People, I have never been so much happier in my life. The current job?? I have no words! The only thing I can say is that the big man up there whose name starts with a G and ends with a D...has ears. It was heaven given, direct from GOD after all the sufferuing and humiliation I went through? Fellow bloggers, I was not even allowed to blog and check out your latest posts. But anyways here goes...

You will all see more of me in the Flashlight as well as visiting your blogs. For I am here to stay.

Prostitution in Hostels?

Are our children safe? If this is not curbed now, the situtaion will worsen. Heading might go like this: Hostels or brothels?

Trust

The time to trust is not just
when all is calm. The most
important time to trust is
through the raging storm.

Last days!

I feel like this might be my last year working for this company.

These remaining days are my last days.

I feel it in my bones, in the bone marrow and in my whole body.

I feel like am siting on this much dreaded room for these last few days and will be gone.

O how I cannot wait to leave. O how happy I will be.

Yes, indeed, Very very happy.

Have you ever felt as if there's someone choking you? Yet indeed it is not physical but imaginary?

Have you ever felt suffocated as long as you are working somewhere?

There's someone blocking your advancement or development in every possible way?

Even if you try your best and perform well, you never emerge the best employee of the month?

You know the rules well and perform to your level best but your boss still criticises your output and informs you how your salary can be divided into four to pay the interns?

O how great our Lord is! O how Happy will I be when the day finally comes.

Have your ever felt belittled in front of fellow staff for a small thing like coming late?

Or ridiculed for even suggesting something for the good of all staff?

However hard one works nor however SMART one works, our boss is always "right".

You, the employee, have no right to stand up against him.

Well, people! I am ready to face this nitwit-of-a-boss-of-mine or anyone trying to form his backup. Funny I do not know where am getting all this strength and confidence.

I am going to give him a piece of my mind and leave a mark or name before I leave. He will realize that you don't just come to Uganda and abuse people. Ugandans may be timid and cowards, but there are few who are the exception, like me.

By the way where can I get a handbag made of Iron but looks like leather?

Today's Thought

Be thankful for what you have,

not sad about what you don't have.

Competition is really HEALTHY

Once upon a time I bought a Celtel line at $200 and had to pay Service fee $100 which was a total $300. It hurts me so to think that I once misplaced my celtel number and had to cough another $200 for the same line.

Today, it’s a totally different story. What, with HITS and Warid about to launch? Telecommunication has never been better for the consumer.

Passing through the park I was surprised to hear a vendor call out:

MTN line ya nkumi mbiri ne airtime wako wa lukimi.
MTN Line at 2000 shillings and includes 1000/= worth airtime.


Well, look at DSTV. Thank God for small favours. Wham!!! In comes GTV. Imagine I can now watch my favorite movies at almost half of what DSTV is charging us. Even if the DSTV advert says 70 channels to watch - please ask yourself, surely after a stressful day at the office, the last thing you want to do is watch 70 channels before bedtime - the fact is that you do not need all the 70 channels! Period.

Well, the most you need per night may be one movie or two maximum. Competition has forced DSTV management to introduce new packages like Family/Compact bouquets but always ask yourself are the channels in the bouquet what you like or is this another advertising enticing gimmick.

As if things got even better, I hear there’s Pearl TV coming up. WHAT A Third Pay TV coming up?? Yes, this time owned by our own brothers. You know what that means.

Have you noticed the housing estates that are coming up? Forget the French cut roof tops it is now organized housing estates. It is only God who knows how many of us can afford the likes of the Kensington Houses. Someone out there please come up with something less expensive. The Akright ones are good but a friend of mine called them modern Mizigos. She just put me off.

Well as a consumer it means better quality services and better options. What say ‘all?

Stress

Stress: is defined by the Oxford Learner's dictionary as

Mental pressure: pressure or worry caused by the problems in someone's life.
Physical pressure: put on something than can damage it or make it lose shape
Ilness: Illness caused by diffuclt physical conditions.

Of course there are other definitions but for the purpose of my post I will stick to these definitions.

We, as adults go through alot from the time we wake up in the morning, at work, and back home in the evening. There are times/days when everything goes wrong;when whatever we do goes wrong, and whatever happens to us is trouble. Then the nights never seem to end. Because of this world's demands we encounter some situations that pull us down. These happenings however can impact on us negatively.

We all go through stress or get stressed one way or another. Thus, it makes it vital to try and avoid such issues that stress us or even people who will always enjoy stressing others, personally I call them "sadists". Their joy is to see someone else stressed or in a terrible situation. The onus is thus on us the individuals to weigh options laid out infront of us, to think logically on ways of how to curb stress or avoid it all together.

Our brothers and sisters from the West have psychiatrists to whom they pour out their hearts'problems, get advice on how to sort themselves out from them. This way, they relieve their tension and even stress. They also have places or relaxation spas where they go and relax for a period of time, then return to the real world, fresh and bursting with renewed energy, to continue from where they left off.


In Africa, Uganda, we may not have these facilities. If they are there we can not afford them, thus we will need to seek other means of releasing that stress so that it does not impact on our daily lives, work, family and others, negatively.

One way is to select one friend whom you trust and talk to them. Personally, I think having someone to confide in, mothers, sisters, best friend or a confidant will help us curb stress. It relieves the tension cause you are sharing it with someone else.

Secondly, get a spot where you can either sit or lie down and relax for sometime without interruption. It can be a room, a favourite corner or part of the house, garden and take in life's beautiful things. This can be turned into a habit such that when your family members see you in 'your spot' they know that you must be left alone to relax. Let it be a sign that you need your personal space and time to reflect.

Another way to curb stress, is to THINK POSITIVE all the time. Hey, if you look at it, the situation could have been worse or taken to the worst. Think positive, encouraging uplifting thoughts and the negative will soon disappear.

Thought for the day

I thought I could share today's thought with my fellow bloggers.

When you're tempted to feel frustrated with the idiosyncrasies of others, first sit down and tally up your own. Then detrermine if you can let something pass. If it needs addressing, look for constructive ways to approach the matter.

What say y'all?

CHOGM Preps

Travelling on our roads may be a nightmare as some of the portholes are unbearable. Dear bloggers forget the portholes but look further up above the roads to the greenery surrounding this fertile country.. it is just so beautiful. Thanks to CHOGM that the company working round the clock making sure to see that our long awaited visitors enjoy a beautiful scenery. It must be expensive hiring so many people to dig, plant, and manage all the plants, grass and edge building on the roads especially Entebbe Road and Kampala roads.

As a suggestion I think it would be best to place local Ugandans responsible for their areas especially those in Kampala and living along Entebbe road to do this job. This way the local communities would be active in beautifying,painting, cleaning and clearing their areas as well as taking part in the development of their community. The monies disbursed for this purpose would trickle down to the communities involved and not the company currently doing the job. This way after CHOGM, the communities will continue the process and keep the country in general, beautiful(Does this make sense?).

Of course issues of non uniformity would arise but these could be curbed by standardising the designs, what plants, trees to grow where and how and so on. I really do not think that billions of shillings are really necessary to do all the work, if only the local communities are also put in the plans or decision making. Maybe with the issue of time definitely lots of money will be used to complete the work, of course by one company.

Personally I find it unfair that the locals are left behind and the only participation they are involved in is to ensure that they have IDs ahead of CHOGM. Really???!

Today's Inspirational quote

Where there is LOVE,

there is a touch of the divine.

Make time for Love in your life.

Weight loss therapy

Yap I have finally made up my mind and am going for a weight loss programme...Forget Atkins, Weight watchers and all those detailed programmes of how much food you should eat and what kind of food. This one is one of its own. Watch this space.

It (the programme) was suggested to me by a colleague who says it works wonders. Sisters out there, watch this space for updates. I cannot mention my actual weight right now, but it is way above average. Obese? No! But if am not careful I may be heading there. My catwalk has changed to wobbly wobbly instead of the actual strutting, thus I believe this proggie will put me back in shape.

It is a simple dose. Three tablespoons are enough of it. But, there is always a but, I need to remain at home for 2 days for the sake of going to the "Jill". Yap dios(sp). It does not sound healthy but it simply drains the fat from the body.I hear. But it's up to the person going through the programme to decide how much weight to lose. I am a little bit skeptical but will inform you after the programme.

So here goes, wish me luck.

Ladies, stand by for feedback.

Interview panick

The first week of August was meant to be my happiest.

Here I was I finally got this long awaited call for an interview of my dream job. I have always wanted to volunteer and become a public information officer. So I received this CALL, prep'd myself for the interview, I was right and ready to face the panel. It did not matter what kind of people I was going to face (what difference did it make? We are all humane and human beings,right?) black, white, yellow I was READY. Not with the searching and homework on my CV. Like a girl Guide am always prepared and for this one I was indeed prepared. The job needed a sensible, flexible person with the skills to handle stress and large crowds.

Come D day, I was shaking, like Jerry in the corner trapped by Tom. I panicked and panicking is all I did. I thought maybe I should stick to the comfort of my current job. Well, d-time(interview time) I walked in, shoulders high, looking so serious like there was no denying me this job. Papers, certs and all, in one folder in my right hand, handbag on the shoulders.

Question time to talk about myself, I blundered, blundered, blundered.

Language skills? I was asked by one of the panelists.

I mentioned I did not know any of the languages in the area concerned but I understand a language of the neighbouring area and I am fluent in Swahili.

Weaknesses? Oh my should have heard me...won't embarass myself here but I blundered...mbu ".....prefer to be left alone to cool off when upset???" I didn't even mention how I am working round my weaknesses. I give up for my sakes. I honestly give up.

Anyways, I left satisfied that I had tried to impress both technically and physically but... knew from the people waiting to enter, there was at least one who struck me as the right candidate. The dude looked confident, no mistaking that he was from the required area, composed, knew what he wanted and looked like the job itself. What the heck? I still got called in for an interview. I now need to work on the panicking bit...

Tagged

Whoever thought about this idea and introduced it to rest of blogville is one.........Let me reserve my comments. Thanks to Kissyfur for passing the buck to me. After reading Petesmama's blog what with "bugaroli"? Yap its indeed hard to keep some of those nitty gritty things to ourselves. First the rules:

1. We have to post the rules here

2. Players have to post 8 random facts/habits(who thought about this) about themselves on the blog.

3. Players then have to tag 8 other unfortunate sods and get them to do that same

4. The 8 get listed and informed to read my blog and the trend continues.

I asked my colleagues how best they could describe me and one had the guts to say that she needed a whole day to think. She has the nerve.

Anyways here goes......

POSER - mbu the first time I walked into the office, I cat walked and asked this guy where the manager was, he told me that the boss was not in but will be in shortly. Dude offered me a seat and I refused. I told him that I preferred to stand and walk around. From then I am a local Poser. Looking back, I was so nervous that I could not think of sitting.

UNPREDICTABLE This is indeed true. Its just me.

DARING: yap, I like to dare certain things of course on impulse and see the outcome of it.

FASHION MODEL. am not joking..yes model, the likes Naomi Campbell, but that was once upon a time when I was still portable and didn't have the current love handles.

SOFT SPOKEN: However loud I may try to be I just can't be loud. But when you step on me I can get shockingly loud.

GOOD PERSON: Especially to those who know me and those who genuinely need help.

HARDCORE: This one has been given to me by my notorious colleagues again. Sincerely I do not know what they mean.

Finally but not least very CLEAN and ORGANIZED PERSON.

Phew! finally my list is over... I will pick on the following blog mates, dunno their real names but here goes: Mywordsonly, Dennoz(Countryboy), 27thcomrade(thought he had been tagged but), Dee, 200coin, Zack, Hotttstufff, Nisicolin, Rolex.

Enjoy!

Pastors or "Pastors"

This month has been the worst for me. I mean in terms of blogging.

I thought I would write about several issues that concern my fellow Ugandans' well being and events that have happened but in vain.

I thought of writing about this priest with an electrocuting gadget with the possible hope of trying to lure more and more followers to his congregation but thought twice about it. There was so much going on that I didn't have the time to write. However, one question keeps nugging me is did he really think he could get away with electrocuting people? How stupid can he get surely?

I even tried to write something short about the newly acquired Hammer by "Pastor" Muwanguzi. That also didn't find its way on my blog. I personally believe that these so called pastors have one aim only - to milk any remaining monies/ resources/property from poor and gullible Ugandans. The print media even did a feature on Pastor Muwanguzi, splashed copies of himself and his believers. I thought whoa! Must be quite a sensation. Though I stay along Entebbe road, I have not been able to find my way to his church. Being a staunch Catholic I prefer to remain in the Catholic Church.

I still believe that these 'pastors' are using the church as money making institutions. Look at the amounts of money people place in the baskets during Pastor Namutebi's sermons. I don't see anyone place coins, are there any rules to offertory giving?

I begin to think, maybe I should also start a church. By the end of the year I may drive around Kampala in a Hammer with the following number plates 'TOUCHED"

One Google wonder!

Have you tried searching for someone on Google?

Well, a colleague told us that it was possible and I thought he was bluffing. I gave it a try and started searching for myself. Yap there indeed spooled at least 99 options with either or both my names. You don't believe me, but try it out. The information that came out.. I was amazed at not only Google, but at what the net in general has really done.

It has actually put this wide world into one box, where we can all interconnect and share information, news and exchange ideas without leaving the comfort of our desks. Find yourself and friends on the net. Boring, you will say, because you have already been there. I am not talking about Hi5 on yahoo, but Google. Type in your name and click on search, it will spool options where your name appears, even on your fellow blog mates' blogs. Old friends and schoolmates or even dorm mates can be searched on Google....you will understand what am talking about.

Try search for that old schoolmate who went abroad and never came back. You will find them. It's a small world!

Today's Motto for Success

Whatever you sow in the way of kindness and joy,

you'll regain many times over.

To give is to gain.



Question for my dear bloggers: How many of us GIVE genuinely.

Halfway down the year

We are halfway down the year, I still have not yet gotten a job offer nor another call inviting me to a job interview. My job hunting campaign is now going to be more aggressive. This is how I will embark on it, come 01st July 2007.

• Increase the number of applications I send out from once a month to four a month; one per week.
• Do not wait for a post to be advertised. Just send my CV. One day they might just need me.
• Call up the company ask them whether they are recruiting for their data base - for future use. Inform them that I would like them to include me in their database.
• Join a club in Kampala like the Rotary club of my area, the Public Relations Association of Uganda, French club, Speakers' Association, Wanainchi tuwonane club and so on. As a job seeker you must be assoicated with a group or club or an association. It must be a credible group/club.
• Attend conferences that are held in Kampala share my expertise and knowledge whenever possible or when the opportunity arise during recess pop the big question- are you looking for someone to do the job?
• Grab at any opportunity that may arise about a vacancy somewhere. Check out my neighbour in the taxi or in church anywhere. People I come into contact with should be the starting point.
• Check out my old phone books and call up my fellow school mates and campus mates, give them my CV and keep checking up on them. You never know, they can recommend to someone or they may one day be on an interview panel.
• Of course, enrol for a course on Campus, if possible two at the same time: weekend classes at Nkumba then daily evening classes Makerere, if the brain permits a distance learning programme as well.

This is madness you say, but, we all have a certain degree of madness, therefore it is acceptable.

Aggressive it has to be. If it fails then I will need to reconsider Job creation. Ideas anyone?

WHY is it?

When people get rich, they have so many people looking for them?

Teachers are one of the poorly paid people in society?

Women are better money planners and managers but mean bosses to fellow women?

Easy to promise but difficult to deliver?

While young, we were dying to grow older but cannot accept that we are getting older now, as adults?

Customers who break the rules cannot accept that they are in the wrong when caught? They will always pass the buck onto the company.

Women cannot accept their weight/size?

Women need reassurance always?

Men never remember birthdays of their wives nor children?

People have nuggu?

Football mobocracy!

The weekend that was! We made it. We beat the giant Eagles. How great! Personally I did wish we win because we do need some positive International PR after all the negative publicity in the press.

Well, we won and the cheering that was thereafter just needs to be mentioned.

I watched the game from home because of obvious reasons....I would not be able to stand either the loss (in case we lost) or the joy and all the excitement that goes along with it.

It is said that human beings are mad but it's the degree of madness in each of us that differentiates us. Ugandan fans went raving mad! Mad like there was no tomorrow. This modicum of luck that came our way through two penalties was the start of this madness. Fans geared themselves to cheer and cheering is what they did, chanting, shouting, horn blowing with all the paraphernalia to add to the noise. To crown this lunacy some fans ripped off their clothes ripped off revealing you know what...Surely, was all this necessary? Had the world come to an end? Medicine men doing their thing so that Uganda wins? What would have happened if we lost? Dig graves and bury ourselves alive. It is just a game of men kicking a ball from one goal post to another.

We won so what? So why the mobocracy? There are other games to come. We do not need to win only one game, we need to win the final big thing, in this case the CAF cup. What say'all?

Another quitter??

I don't know if there is any other company out there that has experienced several quitters in a short time span like the one I work for. Two months ago we had two staff members throw in their towels and joined another company. News has it that they are the best the new company has ever had. Sales increasing and all! Well last month we had another one quit...yesterday we had yet another quitter. Lord, where are they getting all those jobs or is it me looking in the wrong places? People, please alert me if there is anything out there.

Otherwise, with all this happening am left to wonder whether it is the quitters who cannot stand the heat in the kitchen and have decided to call it quits or is it that the department head does not know how to manage people? Yes, all three quitters are from the same department.

Personally, am left to propose that the SMT(Senior management team)should question the management skills of the Manager or get a new one.

Unnecessarily Loud mouthed

I have come cross very many people, some good, some bad, some soft spoken (like myself), others loud and others unnecessarily LOUD. I find it irritating not only to myself but others too.


I understand there is no better way to announce your existence except by being loud for all to know so and so is in the house. The loudness is in them and there nothing we can do but accept them the way they are. Take a few moments and sit somewhere near a play ground and watch kids playing...you will notice the very quiet and shy ones, there will be moderate kids ( those who are friendly - not quiet and not loud), you will also note the noisy ones and the loud ones.

Yes, all kids are noisy but there is a demarcation between the noisy and the loud ones. I cannot blame the little kids but the blame goes to the parents. They may be loud people too or not giving much attention to their children.


From my personal experience it is the loud ones who are the trouble makers, first ones to disrupt others, cry and/or run to report others unnecessarily, before the others can report them.


Back to our adult colleagues, well the noisy ones are here to stay...The loudness is in everything they do, walking, eating, music, talking, laughing, belching name it. Have you tried to get a hi five from them? Brace yourselves, it will sting your palms. In short, they have loud manners/mannerisms.

But it's a free world. They say that "empty tins/vessels make the loudest noise" No pun intended.

Thought for the day

It's better to slow down
and get there than
never to arrive at all.

Niggaz and bitches' Movies

After watching the movie State Property, I have come to conclude that black folks in the US of A have an inferiority complex. It is this complex that will keep them behind. The movie is full of nothing but f**k this and f**k that after every word, Motherf**ker, stupid bitch, shooting Niggaz and bloody scenes so on and so forth. The list is endless.

Is there a way we can censor such movies coming into Uganda or Africa? I think our Ministry of Information can do something to minimise such bloody-motherf@*k**g-Nigga-shoots-Niggaz stupid movies.

What say y'all?

Public promotions/Incentive programmes

Has anyone really sat down and tried to figure out what these so called promotions are really all about?

They are not about the winner but a way to promote the product behind the promotion,(why would they call them promos?) for example we have had and will continue having the soft drink companies' promotions. Why do they have to take place just before school begins? Don't they know that parents are saving every single penny possible in order to pay school fees? The adverts are too attractive to ignore, so parents rush to buy the sodas, collect the inner bottle top liners and send to soda companies. The adverts will even tell you that you are free to send as many as possible!

Money is spent on buying the product, on stamps or transport to send entries to the soda company, of course more consumption on the product. The more you drink the better for the company and the poorer you get.

I wonder whether the prizes are genuinely given to the actual winners or are they part of the gimmick?

I remember the Win-a-Hyundai promotion. It was indeed odd to find that most Hyundais were being won by Indians. It was only when someone pointed it out somewhere and we got a few Africans winning too. This also reminds me of the Scratch-for-cash promo we had years back...how people would scramble for those scratch tickets. But in the end, the buyers get poorer and the companies get richer (Personally, I think this is how Crane bank was started).

I wonder what happened to the scratch and win a house, coz I had braced myself for that one. But it died a sudden hushed death.

Office Incentive promotions are even getting more common these days. They are done as an incentive to staff, mbu. But getting the prizes after trying so hard to increase sales, is a problem. I recently had to convince a client to use our company to import his supplies from Europe, of course aiming at getting the DVD player which was the prize. After hitting and surpassing the target, my boss requested me to produce all the necessary paperwork for filing purposes, which was OK and I did. While I waited so eagerly for my prize ( I had already bought 5 DVDs which I was going to watch) my boss decides that there's no way I could win because he was not convinced! Convinced my foot!! with all the necessary paperwork, everything was there in black and white, now this? Numb*****! Catch me promoting again.

I am left to say that there is a catch behind every promo!

YOU OR THE MAID?

A friend sent me this piece and got me thinking and I thought I must share it with my fellow bloggers.

Ever wondered how hard we work to fill our lives with luxuries that we hardly have time to enjoy?

LOOK AT IT THIS WAY... The luxury Cars, Land Cruisers, Rav 4's, Mercedes that are parked 8 hours, driven 30 min to the office and 30 min back home 5 days out 7 (i.e. 5 out of 168 hours in a week)....

And whilst we sit on a not-so-comfortable chair in a small room called an office, your 7 bedroom mansion lies idle with only the maid enjoying herself to the 'bacon and egg breakfast' relaxing on that very expensive leather sofa that we only sit on when we get home... and being so tired we just doze off to sleep anyway.

When tired of work she takes a break turns on the TV and spoils herself with the fully subscribed DSTV, of course if she feels bored she can always turn on that brand name sound system and swing a bit.....

And whilst all that is happening where are you... you are eating a cheap take away lunch everyday, and oh, by the way there is no breakfast really, because it's just a cup of tea, a few slices of bread, probably with some left-overs from yesterday's supper (for the fortunate few). Every moment you pray that it could just get to 4 pm so that you can drive home and join... the Maid!! (Poor you!)

So this is your miserable lot for the rest of your working life... By the time you retire you'll have no pleasure in them any more. By now your children would have joined in the Rat Race of finding a good job working very hard and never enjoying the fruits of their labours... it's all vanity isn't it?
SO MY QUESTION IS... WHO IS ENJOYING BETTER THE FRUITS OF YOUR LABOUR...YOU OR THE MAID?

Uganda after CHoGM

With all the preparations of CHoGM underway Uganda will look like this:





Imagine Kampala without portholes, with fly overs to reduce on the traffic jams, no littering on the streets, no power cuts and the like....Dream on....it is a possibility given time and continuous dedication to improving infrastructure.

Solution to battering husbands

Women, enough is enough. Stand akimbo and look at that piece of shit trying to turn you into minced meat. Think of the best way to hurt him so that when he looks at the wound even when it has healed, it will remind him NEVER to touch you again.

We have had so many cases of women being battered by their men or husbands for that matter. But very few, if ever, possible cases of women battering their husbands. Unfortunately a big percentage of the battered women will keep their mouths shut. Mbu for love!

Women stand up for your rights:

Lesson one: Try and get an angle of the man's instrument and either kick it or bite it with all the might in the world. This way you will have knocked some sense in the fool's head. Yes, let him know that you have a weapon. Cripple the bloody instrument because usually what happens after a woman is battered, the man tends to top it up with a few rounds, of you know what.

Lesson two: Run for your life and do not even attempt to look back. Men will be men and will never change. RUN and run really HARD.

Lesson three: Go for self defense lessons privately and practise them on the fool at one time. Show him that you can fight back.

Lesson four: Do not even shed a tear. Tears are women's weakness. Use lip service like never before. Remember to keep those grotesquely manicured nails long. Use them like no problem.

Lesson five: Wait for the man to doze off, then clobber like there is no tomorrow.

By the way is it true that some women love being beaten up by their men? Mbu it shows that the man cares for her?

For the world, we were not born to be battered, this ain't love! Period! This beast is trying his best to flush his frustrations down your throat through battering. We are moving onto gender equality. Equality does not stop at the office but even at home. Precisely it is everywhere.

So for all the women out there who wish to use these tactics, please feel free and do write to the rest of us, so that we know the repercussions. Arent we human beings with IQs higher animals? Why not stop this battering and sort things out amicably au sio?

Of irritating been-tos

Once I was seated at a courier reception waiting to be served. At the counter was a young lady being served and she wanted her consignment to be delivered the next day in the UK at the University of Berth.

Yap this was one of the International Express Courier offices and we all know they are really Express when they get to it. Anyway, the lady serving her informed her that it will only be delivered on Monday, being a Friday. UK couriers do not deliver over the weekends.

My! my! my you should have seen the "been to" in the client.

"Have you ever travelled?" she asked the confused receptionist.
"No" replied the girl.

"You people don't know where the Univ. of Berth is and yet it's well known? She bellowed
"How can they employ people like you?" She continued. ?$&%?/!*

Honestly, I give up. What the **** was she trying to show?

Thought for the day

Want a face-lift?
Wear a smile.

Of women, weight, nugu and nasty comments

Have you noticed that each time you meet an old friend or schoolmate, it is weight on their minds?

This is the typical conversation:

MB(Mamababy) : Hi and how are you?
OG(Old Girlfriend): I am fine! What are you doing now and my! you have gained a lot of weight! (Recking the rest of my body openly from top to bottom and back to the top, scanning for a fault in anything, without shame)


MB: No it's nothing it's just that I have just had a baby.
OG: Oh bambi. Baby what? (Scanning my waistline to determine whether they are love handles or a neat waspie waistline)


MB: Baby girl.
OG: That's nice. Congs. Naye kikole ko ekya weight.

MB: Am trying to. (Like I really care)
OG: So where are you now?

MB: At home babysitting..
OG: Eeh wama that's why the ka weight.

God!! Can't we change to something more meaningful apart from weight, weight, weight?
For instance go with a girlfriend to buy a dress, you will curse. It will be negative comments through and through. Ladies, take my advise go for shopping with your mothers or alone! It's less stressful and enjoyable.

Women have been known to have negative comments for their friends even if it is something small. Have you heard or seen two women fight? The funniest part of it is that they always comment on the each others body parts. For example, mbu that is why you have big breasts. Or that's why you have a big butt that a whole village can "kwegama" under it. !!!??? Beats me!

I remember a friend of mine had just been bought a perfume...designer perfume, one of the latest and we played a prank on some colleague. We decided to ask her to comment on the perfume. The answer, we could have died. I now understand exactly what nugu really means. Guess what the nitwit said?

"Hmhmm seriously?" she had the nerve to say "I think it does not blend with your natural oils."

There, we had it..nugu indeed! I have heard of body odour but body oils?Please, someone correct me. What are we coming to? All we wanted was a simple compliment and we get this?Women, I give up.

Ladies, trust your own judgement when it comes to shopping for clothes, know what colours suit your complexion and what kind of clothes bring out your figure, whether you are a tiny as a stick or fat as..... Your body shape must also be taken into consideration when buying clothes. This will help choose between loose clothes, hugging clothes, wools, cottons and the like.

Another colleague told me that you must know your blood group and what foods to eat based on your blood group. Somebody please confirm this theory and advise us.

Otherwise, girlfriends you are what you eat, cut out the nugu and enjoy life.

It was blogg, now there's WordPress!

I am just getting the hang of this blogging and then a new thing comes my way!
Why oh why? This information evolution is just a little bit too fast for me.

Some of my friends have never heard of blogging. Yes, they are so much a part of this world but not the blogging world. The sound of it is fake. Sounds like bogging if the 'l' is not pronounced.

One friend of mine said that blogging is time wasting.....Little does she know. Mbu its for the younger generation. Younger generation right but what about computers, galfriend? Wake up!!

Anyway I dare not mention wordpress....it will be well over and beyond them.

I am so excited! I just cant hide it! I know I know I want you- Wordpress. I am confused between the two. Should I stick to the devil I have just known or move with the tide to wordpress? I do not want to be left behind in this information age craze. I just got here and need to make a statement now.

However, Wordpress? Watch this space

Car obsessed

I have tried to understand what is this thing between guys and their cars..
Forget the women, but it's the car that defines the man driving it.

Well this is the typical conversation between two guys about their cars...

Guy 1. Good stuffs good stuffs! How fast is she?
Guy 2. You can be amazed at what she can do.

Meanwhile, as a babe you are there wondering what chic this is who is so fast and has good stuffs. What are these good stuffs by the way? So you continue eavesdropping hoping to get more info.

Guy 1. She does not make any noise when I take her beyond her limit. Can you imagine she even warns you?
Guy 2. Have you tried speed governors?

It goes on and on and no, no end......Then while you are still at it, you realize it is a car. Why do guys give their cars all the attention in the world and when it comes to women it's second place?

I have noticed that so many men (young and old, they are all the same) would rather have a cool car than own a home. Like he will sleep in the car. It is common in Uganda to see a man park his car next to a mzigo where he stays. Men!! style up. Why cant their priorities be assets instead of liabilities?
A car may be a necessity but it ain't an asset. Yes, there is insurance but what happens when you are thrown out of a rented house? You cannot move into a car, however, big or grand or how many with personalised plates.

Talk of personalised plates, I wont go there coz Baz did it very well. Unlike in developed countries, cars in our developing countries are mostly second hand. This means someone somewhere used it first before you could get your hands on it. You are only lucky enough to be handed down the car's problems when you buy it. How simple can one point it out.

Then there is this craze of buying cars to have the latest number plates series. Someone please educate these men especially. The latest number plates do not mean the lates models...it s so obvious.

my typical jobless day

Yap, here we go again.........what is wrong with this blogger with jobs, interviews and job adverts? Do you know how annoying it can be when you know that you are so suited to a certain job, apply for it and you are not even shortlisted? It hurts soooooo!

Anyway, I stayed home for a full year and I know exactly what am (talking?) writing about. Well, this was a typical day...

Walk up anytime during the morning hours coz you have no where to go
Have your ka chai with half the usual spoonfuls of sugar, no bread- strictly. Bread immediately becomes a luxury, when you go jobless. Take a loaf which costs 1,000/= and you need to buy one for every two days, that's approx. 4,000/per week. 4k! Remember when you buy a loaf it is quaffed like never before.

Anyway, I walk to the local newspaper vendor's stand to glimpse through the papers searching for a job advert. In those days, there was no specific day for jobs to be advertised in the dailies, like these days;Mondays - the New Vision or Wednesdays - the Monitor, so one needed to walk up to where papers were sold and pray that you might just find what is suitable. I finally find one I think is most suitable, I call up a friend who is employed and ask them to do me a favour to photocopy the page where the job is posted.

Once am sure that I have managed to see a viable job, I continue with my stroll around the area greeting people as I go along. I try to keep abreast with the area's latest gossip, contributing information here and there. Never know, my name might just crop up during the local council elections. Ha!

Anyway, I plan to keep away from home during day time, lest all my debtors bump into me. Problems seem to crop up more often when you stay at home. That's when the water guys will find you home, Umeme 'Magallos' come to cut off the power, the compound owner will come demanding for his over due pay, and many more.

My day continues, forget lunch, its now replaced with a rolex. The first time I discovered it, I wondered why I kept spending so much money on those lunch buffets while I was working. Rolex?? Who is the creator of these filling Chapatis? Believe it or not we do have creative Ugandans with good survival skills. However, I decide to skip the rolex lunch and move on.

Hop onto boda boda to visit a jobless friend of mine. I get there, we talk about our previous jobs and where we have sent our applications so far, try to remember our working class friends, beep them so that they can call back and connect us to people we think who can connect us to jobs. We also exchange ideas on how to spend our imaginery money when we start working again.
Watch TV, and dose off on the settee, then watch more TV, watch some more TV then dash back home, on the way pass via the rolex vendor for my new found supper.

With this kind of routine I managed to make a few vital friends whom I think we should all have:
The Newspaper vendor- to allow you ample time to peruse through the papers for jobs, without actually buying them.
The boda boda guy - for those free lifts; transport, and soft loans when your back is against the wall.
The shop owner for small quantities of essentials sugar, soap, tea leaves, got on credit
A working class neighbour - to be the boda boda backup in case of a critical financial crisis.
Another working class neighbour - Financial backup, airtime, rent and all.

Otherwise, its an experience that will change your life. You will know that behind the masquerades people put on, there is a real down-to-earth life that can be enjoyed without spending much. Simple but satisfying.

New Template!

I have finally got a new template...you know this blogging thing is really getting to me.

After seeing other blogs, I thought I might do some good to my own blog and give it an uplift, hoping to attract stray blog readers. Well what do you think? Like you care that much.

Interviews!

Another job disappointment!

I really must start working on something...which something am trying so hard to figure out what. The CV may be good, the presentation too, but what do interviewers need so that they are seriously convinced that one is so capable of performing a function or a job?

There are some interviews that are carried out just to convince the organization that they were free and fair yet they were actually disguising the fact the chosen person is already contacted and the rest of the interviewees are there for formality's sake. Have you ever been to such interview? Trust me you will not enjoy them. You are rushed through the interview like lightening. Your CV is tossed from one panel member to another, you are not even given the chance to ask the panel members a few questions. But anyway you have been interviewed and that's just it. Period

The panel: Usually there is always one who asks the most questions, and you concentrate so much in pleasing this one, forgetting that the panel has afew more members, and as if that's not enough harm done at the end of the day, he's not the decision maker.

Then there is one who is always serious with an expressionless face, so plain. This one will ask not more than three questions, looks at you from the corner of one eye and assesses the way you answer the questions... this is the one to take very seriously because he/she at the end of the day may be the one! Their questions are usually important, dropped like bombshells in your laps. Very important to note.

The human resource manager may also be the one who is the decision maker but may be the second person to consider most. Not necessarily is he the final decision maker but their consent may get you the job. This is the one you will need to please when you get the job.

Some panels also include the financial manager, the one who is going to send your payments to the bank....accountants every where as far as am concerned are mean people. Everything to them is taken in terms of money. For example, when asked are you married? NB: they may be trying to note that if married, will ask for a high salary....dependants and all; and if single, Good for them! Look straight in the eye at them when you tell them how much you are currently getting, if they even cringe slightly, just keep your fingers crossed.

Then usually there is one who will be busy taking down your answers. Pray to God that it is what comes out that is put down, not their own version of your answers.

But for heaven's sake, what does it take to convince an interview panel?

I searched the web and came up with a few suggestions like those given on the following link:
http://www.jobs.co.ug/content/2.
These answers can be crammed but once you are in that room....the words will not flow out as easily as recited in front of a mirror. Another thing is that not necessarily will the questions be similar, they are a number of questions that do not fall anywhere above.

But practice makes perfect. I will continue applying until I become an expert interviewee.
Is there such a thing?

to quit or not to quit

My friend and colleague has just quit her job and I am here thinking what the hell am I still thinking to make up my mind too?? Something in my head is screaming quit quit quit and QUIT NOW!! But when I begin to think rationally I say to myself, as long as you are ok and no one bothers you, just work until something worthwhile comes up.

So far this is the third person quitting in a space of less than two months...it is always the right people quitting what about the wrong ones.. Well if they entered through back doors and not on merit, do you really expect them to quit? Not for the world gal! as for ma pals who have quit Bravo to y'all and the sky is the limit..I say!Its best wishes from us. You go gals!!!

As for the rest of us who are still pondering the unpondable(does this word exist), we are still stuck where we dont wannabe but tough luck what to do? Hopefully by my next few publishes I will have finally decide to do the unthinkable - QUIT from this ****hole!

Colour vs Monochrome Parties

I have tried my best to catch up with this craze that some Ugandan women have about dressing, 'vazzing' (I hope this is the right slang spelling) like it is commonly called, but I seem to come out dressed like to-whom-it-may-concern.

I am at this party seated of course in a comfortable corner where I can take a peak at all those who walk into the hall, while I go unnoticed. Then I notice the well dressed, half dressed like as if dressed for a pool party, the under dressed and those of course dressed in the whom-it-may-please style..

If you have not been to a Ugandan wedding/party then you won't understand what am trying so hard to pour out here. Women will even dress like they are going for a fancy dress ball party or the races - with hats n' all, in various shapes and sizes, some may look like a colourful Christmas tree, not that they care, while others will dress up in shades of one colour trying to blend it with style. But what is the money for.. to buy what you want to feel good in of course. What else surely do I really want? I have no beef with women and their sense of style but sometimes 'style' is not style unless defined style by the wearer.

Won't it be much easier to have rules on dressing when going to different functions, one journalist has tried to point it out to us in her column, in the local print. I now understand why white folks mention the dress code on the invitation cards. For instance, you will find that the dress code is an all white function, not white folks but white attire, or all black. This is slowly being adopted by our fellow Africans/Ugandans and needs adhering to.

If I were to redo my wedding or a party function, I will for instance request all the invitees to dress in Black and White....STRICTLY. Place hefty bouncers at the entrance to stop those who have not adhered to the dress code. Yes it's my function and thus can dictate what I want. It creates uniformity, uniqueness and hey what bride/host wants to be outsmarted at her own wedding/party? Of course it will take Ugandans quite sometime to organize such functions but what a relief from the ill fitting clothes or skimpy attires (fit for nighties) that we see. For a Christening, won't it be nice to see everyone in a white attire? Think about it.. why do we have everyone in a swimsuit when its a pool party? It looses meaning when one appears in a suit. Eeh what say yah, colour or monochrome party? Try it out it doesn't hurt.

Blogg readers needed

Dudes and Dudettes..where are you I need comments on my articles.. So how best can I convince you to visit my blog...it may not be as funny and hilarious like Baz or Kenyanchick or Lissingmink nor Cheri's and any other whom I have not mentioned but I do need comments and visitors. Wakey wakey.. guys.

Doodling around bad habits

Chew, Swallow then talk!

I have encountered several people who seem to have thrown their eating manners out the window. I remember when I was young and those days we would all sit around the table waiting to be served, there would be no talking, no eating at whatever cost. The talking was left to the grown ups. It never got to me then why the hell we, the kids, were not allowed to share jokes while we ate. Why should I care you ask?? Well, because it simple is irritating for someone to eat, chew loudly, with their mouth open and talk before they can swallow,while they talk splattering little bits and pieces here and there........and that's not gross? I bet you have met people like that.

Well, the fact that we are moving into a fast paced world does not mean that we have the right to speak with food in our mouths? It is not hard to swallow the food before you can speak. Put yourself in the other persons shoes when she/he speaks and a small bit of food splats onto your cheek, how disgusting. Of course we can be careful and no food splats but a full mouth sounds terrible during a conversation. You tend to be unclear and improper pronunciation of words become the order of the conversation.
Men watch out! you are the culprits of this bad habit.


Thank you, Please and excuse me
3 simple words but how hard they are to use....

Yap these three words are one of the (what should I say here?), most important polite words that must be in every one's vocabulary..? hmm? Has someone ever come up to you and say:

"Bwana si you get me 6 redz (Six hundred shillings)? I will pay you at the end of the month..."

Where are your manners you wish to ask, but this might be your boss so you just hand the dude your 6 redz.. You even do not dare wait to hear a ka thank you, coz in the first place if the dude or dudette did not say please, what really makes you think he is going to give you a slightest thank you? Forget it!

Excuse me
Have you been in some queue, in a bank or supermarket and someone just shoves past, pushing you in the process or when someone is seeking clarification on something they just go:

"Hey! just check this out what do you think?" Irrespective of whether you are busy, on phone, have a client or doing something you are actually engrossed in? The person will insist on talking to you or showing the "burning issue"..Like it is a life and death thing? People please where the hell are your manners? I know someone once told me that I have to be multi tasked. Must be trying to justify their behaviour, yes, its good but you cannot be multi tasked in that sense..or kindly correct me here if am terribly wrong.

Have you tried asking someone a question and they go 'eeh' in process twisting their mouth like a sneer almost that you wished you did not ask them or even worse "mbu ki ki" or "ati nini? or ati?" What happened to I beg your pardon?

Borrowing
I know someone who has lost his personal things this way.. Yes people RETURN WHAT YOU HAVE BORROWED! The Oxford Learner's dictionary meaning of the word borrow: to take and use something that belongs to somebody else and return it to them at a later time. But here's the Ugandan term of borrowing as: to take, use and spoil something that belongs to someone else and keep it for good irrespective of whether the owner needs back.If they really really want it back give it to them in its sorry state.

For such people do not lend them your things again ever! But on the other hand in what state do you return borrowed items? Some people's hands do have a habit of spoiling each and everything they touch. Not by their own doing but by their hands own doing. Like there is anything like that.

Enjoy

Quote for today

To succeed in a new field, make a new discovery, or do anything new in life, you have to be willing to fail.

Telephone etiquette

"Tring ring ring!"
"Tring tring trinnnnnnng!"

"Am coming! Eeeh?!" I insist.

Sounds like the person on the end of the phone is desperate, by the continuous irritating hi pitches.

I rush to pick it up, it might be an emeregncy, I think.
So out of breath I answer:

"Hallo?" No answer.

"Hallo, Mama B here."

Still no bloody answer!...Cat caught your tongue, I almost ask but think twice about it. It might be a prospective employer. So I wait for the caller to answer.

I hear a murmur on the other side. Someone in the background insists that the caller must speak. So I try to make it easier and ask,

"Hallo, can I help you, please?" I insist.
The line goes dead.

What a waste!

Hardly, five minutes go by than the shrill ringing starts again.
I answer almost immediately....

"Hallo?" MB
"Haro" Caller answers.

Good, now we are getting somewhere..

"Yes please, can I help you?" I inquire

At last the caller finds his voice and and bellows:

"Haro? Haro? ono noha?"

"I beg your pardon? Who do you want to speak to? I ask impatiently.

"Ono noha?" Caller inquires.

"Who would you like to speak to?"

Murmurs again on the other side and the phone goes dead again. Shit!!! I start swearing to myself if that phone rings again I will not answer. But is it easy to ignore a ringing phone..tried it but failed miserably.

Like this is not my day...another ring.

"Halo?" I respond again
"Ono noha? nyenda Furanka..hati mugambire..."
"Sorry this is a wrong number and this is not Frank"I reply
Before I can even suggest to the caller to check the number he is calling the phone goes dead again.

Phone number can never be guessed. and it is bad to assume that the person on the other end understands the indigenous language of the caller. It is indeed less cumbersome time saving when we all communicate in English.

Some people just do not know how to communicate on phone..
Introduce yourself then get straight to he point.

I think a proper phone call of a wrong number would go like this......

"Hallo" answers Mama B
"Hallo, this is Joe here and I would like to speak to Frank,'' Caller
"Sorry Joe this is a wrong number you have called" Mama B.
"Thanks" Joe
Call Ends.. What do you think?

Corporate Dress down days

Hooray, its Friday and I don't have to wear the dreaded uniform.

Friday is corporate dress down day. A good idea I must say, after all I have been so stuffed up in my suits and uniforms the whole damn week. So, come Friday morning I will put on my mini hipster skirt, high platforms, hold my hair loose so that the wind can blow it away from my face while I strut around the office like Naomi Campbell, swaggering left, right, left and right doing an imaginary catwalk.

Some companies have come up with Corporate T-shirts worn over a pair of trousers or skirts but of the same colour and this I must say is very smart. Other companies have come up with dress down the whole week but its ONLY on Fridays when you must put on the full corporate suit. This is unique and one of a kind.

Lucky for me, where I work, staff can dress in their own clothes or even uniforms, to their hearts' desire. Dress codes seem to have been thrown out the window when it comes to Fridays. But it is casual Friday so why the heck not dress down? The question is how much dressing down is dress down? I will redefine smart casual as, for the guys; a shirt hanging over a pair of faded jeans which hangs loosely around the butt, snickers (that have not seen water in the past few months) an ear ring on your left earlobe. Did I forget a heavy gold chain dangling from the neck?To touch it all up, shades hanging on the forehead.

For the ladies; I will get "igs"(ignored) for even mentioning anything. So let's leave it out for now.....but small advise: check out the mirror before you leave home on your corporate dress down day.

What to pay and what NOT To pay

Just come to the end of the month and debts are already knocking on the door.

Some things must be paid for whether we like it or not...... They come like clockwork every month, for example, electricity, water, gas, rent, loan monthly repayments. Then others slowly trickle in without fail, like food, transport, saloon, garage, fuel and the like.

Looking at the list of the things one has to clear and at the amount of money going to clear them, the scale is usually tipped on the other side; the debts are much more than the money received to pay them, so you think, what to pay for and what not to pay for?

Wouldn't it be nice to live without having to pay for these expenses, or for some of theses expenses be subsidized by our governments? What a life it would be if power and water are subsidized, after all where does all the Income Tax that we pay go to? Food for thought.

Thought for the Day

If you're shy and worried about what others think of you, it could help to realize that they are probably also worried about what you may think of them! An outgoing interest in others will help to break down the walls of shyness.

Irritating signposts

Thinking of opening up a Spelling school? Very good idea I would say. A must go center for all. Take a drive around the country, you will certainly be hit by sign posts that read like this:

"Soda Dipo - No parking! " As if injury done on this word is not more than enough, others will even spell Depot as Deepo?


"Do not Liter" That's why we will continue littering the streets of our beautiful country.

Why pay for a signpost that has a mistake for all the world to see/read? It does not make sense. But Funny enough the person paying for the sign may not have an inkling on the right spelling s.
Even amongst ourselves, in our offices.. how many emails have you received with so many spelling mistakes in them?


It reminds me of my workmate who has a problem with spellings. All his emails will have plenty of mispelt words. Instead of getting the gist of his emails, one gets busy trying to correct the spelling mistakes. Reading his emails becomes a laborious thing and thus boring in the end.

Guys get a grip on yourselves, invest in a dictionary. This information age has even made it more simpler by using the spell check tool on your PCs. How much easier can it get? A small spelling mistake will always put your intended audience off. It depicts a wrong image. We need to style up Spell wise.....hmm? Don't you think?

Queuing in Kampala

Queuing was introduced recently and the company that enforced it BRAVO!!!

Ugandans did not know how to queue for anything except that of late they have learnt how to queue at ATMs and Points of Sale. Someone point a finger at me and say that am lying. Have you been to the taxi park be it the new or old one? Have you ever seen anyone queue for a taxi? I understand it is "digii low".

One day, I was standing in the Old taxi park waiting for a taxi to Bunga/Soya..for some reason there were no taxis at the time. When one appeared, there would be ascrambel. It did not matter whether you were smart, small, fat or tiny..it was a scramble for the fitest. If one was not able to sramble be sure to stand in the park stranded for a few hours.. I tried to suggest just it is more logical to stand in line and wait for a taxi. Whichever came along, first person in the queue should enter until the taxi is fully occupied. I was laughed at!

In the more developed and civilised countries, if there is a queue it must be strictly followed. This way, less people are likely to get hurt, there will be less pickpocketing and we all get home faster and in one piece.

How can we introduce the art of queuing in Uganda? Like the saying goes...Charity begins at home, so we should start in our own homes, in our own companies, then share the knowledge wherever we go....Don't you think?

Anticipation

Have you ever been so eager to leave one job for another hoping that without the new job or assignment you are finished? Kaput? The No life after death feeling? You must get that job!...come rain come shine, by hook or crook?

Well, its happened to me and indeed life continues after the miserable death.. Just have to wake up every morning and painfully drag my body out of bed and take the long dreaded trek to the same workplace and do the laborious repetitive tasks like a robot. During the walk, I ponder about what exactly goes wrong during the numerous interviews I attend. Is it a problem of dressing the part, how to answer the questions correctly, the age problem? Salary scale? Experience? Someone tell me what the hell is it?

How do some people get certain jobs? There has been an attempt to go for the right courses and gear oneself towards a particular job, but all in vain. We all cannot go for the same course. That is why we have doctors, engineers, mechanics and a whole diversity of jobs. We are all good at something.

I know a friend of mine who knew what exactly she wanted and where she wanted to work after campus. Her parents wanted her to do law so badly that they offered anything. Fine.....Law she did and graduated, completed a full year at the Law Development Center but after that there was no stopping her. With a mind full of creative ideas, she took on a course in graphic designing and is now employed in one of Africa's best advertising agencies.

Before we search for that greener pasture or job that will bring heaven on earth, one must ask themselves what is it in the job makes you tick? What will make you jump out of your warm cozy bed to dash to work? Is it something that you love to do, is it something that makes you want to give more and more of your time? It has to be an assignment or a job that makes you feel whole. How best can I put it? While anticipating your new job after an interview, think twice about it.

Anticipation

Have you ever been so eager to leave one job for another hoping that without the new job or assignment you are finished? Kaput? The No life after death feeling? You must get that job!...come rain or shine, by hook or crook?

Well, its happened to me and indeed life continues after the miserable death.. Just had to wake up every morning and painfully drag my body out of bed and take the long dreaded trek to the same workplace and do the laborious repetitive tasks like a robot. During the walk, I ponder about what exactly went wrong during the numerous interviews I attended. Is it a problem of dressing the part, how to answer the questions correctly, the age problem? Salary scale? Experience? Someone tell me what the hell is it?

How do some people get certain jobs? There has been an attempt to go for the right courses and gear oneself towards a particular job but all in vain. We all cannot go for the same course. That is why we have doctors, engineers, mechanics and a whole diversity of jobs. We are all good at something. I know a friend of mine who knew what exactly she wanted and where she wanted to work after campus. Her parents wanted her to do law so badly that they offered anything. Fine.....Law she did and graduated, completed a full year at the Law Development Center but after that there was no stopping her. With a mind full of creative ideas, she took on a course in graphic designing and now is employed in one of Africa's best advertising agencies.

Before we search for that greener pasture or job that will bring heaven on earth, one must ask themselves what is it in the job makes you tick? What will make you jump out of your warm cozy bed to dash to work. Is it something that you love to do, is it something that makes you want to give more and more of your time? It has to be an assignment or a job that makes you feel whole...How best can I put it? While anticipating your new job after an interview think twice about it.

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An Intro..

Hey welcome to the Flash light...

Why call it the flashlight? Is it some kindda of funky name? Does it attract any attention and whose attention should it attract? Well, I had never had a blog and this is going to be the first of so many.. What name was I to give it, so that people can read and send in some comments? I wondered. Some suggestions are welcome.

I thought of how to put it, the flash light or the flashlight or may be just "flashlight". What do you think?

Anyway, the flashlight came into being.. What will it be about? I myself do not know but mainly my daily experiences and what I think I should share with my audience. What say you all? The embarracing moments, funny moments and so on. So sit back relax and enjoy the blog..for any comments do not hesitate to respond.

Just don't hit that button

Enjoy :-)

Intro to Flashlight

Trying not to quit,,,,,,,pls let this be published!