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.