Business or Economy?

I had a terrible experience with one friend who wanted to travel to Kilimanjaro for the weekend but her travel agents had erroneously booked her into Economy instead of the usual first class/business class that she normally travels. Kilimanjaro is about 1 hour's flight from Entebbe right?


The Good Samaritan I am, I offered to drop her off at the airport. Upon reaching the airport, I asked her whether she had her ticket, passport and all the necessary baggage she needed for this trip and she confirmed she had everything.


I asked her to check her ticket before we got to the check-in counter, when she gave a small exclamation....!

She had been booked in Economy class.

"I cannot travel economy, I just can't!" she insisted.

"Well at least you will all get to Kili.." I told her "Just for this once travel economy then you can sort out your return on the way back. After all, it's hardly an hour's flight and there's not much of a big deal" I continued.

"I am entitled to a business class seat and so I have to get one today... someone is going to pay for this," she replied

Personally I found nothing wrong with her taking the economy class seat/ticket and enjoying her one hour flight to Kilimanjaro. As a matter of fact, the flight itself was not so full so if she can sweet talk the Purser on board the aircraft to upgrade her to business that would also help.

Alas, my dear friend did not share the same thoughts and insisted on a business class seat. I could only see a spoilt brat in her. I quickly said my goodbyes and drove off.

Thinking about it, when it comes to going to Heaven to meet the Big One, will she have the choice of a business class seat?

By the pool, at the beach

It is very relaxing when you spend a Sunday afternoon at the beach and take in all the scenery from all sides. Well, I had taken ages without going to the beach, so this weekend I decided to give myself and family a treat.

There were scenes and "scenes"there were. Anyway, for one who has been to "outside countries" you can just take in the different scenery and get on with basking in the African sun taking a ice cold Smirnoff red (yap, I graduated from a Krest Bitter lemon to this new found quencher). Otherwise you would be left gaping after every bikini clad body that passed.

But what really got my attention, on one side of the pool area was this well endowed African woman in a bikini. All was eye catching apart from the flat tummy. From the full cup boobs held in two flimsy cups of a bustier, was a behind that was well ENDOWED (.....I nearly had to put blindfolds on some of the male swimmers lest they drowned), clad in a micro bikini. The funny thing was that she knew the attention she was getting and did not stop running around the pool, waving and jumping like a small kid.

On the male side, like that was not enough we had these friends from the Orient dressed in swim trunks.....Yes!!!! Trunks are the right attire for men not shorts" I wanted to scream. They kept walking around the big pool. Whoa! one would exclaim when seeing them with shades and all feeling mzuri for themselves glancing at the big pool and sizing it like Pros. I was dismayed later when the poor chaps ended up practising how to float from the baby pool alongside my daughter, while displacing my son and his friends.

Then last but not least were my fellow country men - big bellies, knock knees and all dressed in shorts only leaving the chests bare for all to see. Go! go! go! I almost whispered to myself, yeah let's show them that we also know how to dress for the beach and swim. One hefty guy tried a dive into the pool, ended up splashing water all over the place. Ouch! it must have hurt. What with water soaking me and spoiling my basking I called it a day. It was enough scenery for the day.

Valentine's today

Sitting at my deskt I take a glimpse out of my office window and I can't help but see this young smartly dressed man carrying a basket of flowers and cards to either his valentine or someone else's valentine (If he is the courier)

Yes, It's valentine's day and people have all the right to make a big fuss of this lovers' day.

In the old days we had no clue what the date February 14th was all about. But today! LO! all the fracas and circus of people actually dressing themselves up in red and all! One gets to think that people have nothing better to do than carry around red roses, spending lots of hard earned money in a day to impress a loved one. OkI understand if its in the western countries, well its agreeable for them to go through all the hype. But in Africa, where does Valentine fit in the African context, really?

However, here are some of the Valentine messages you would not want to get:

What a difference a year can make!

Yes it was almost around this time last year when I was seated in my small office space and my friend Apex was talking about this new thing called blogging. What the heck was that? I wondered, only to be introduced to the world of blogging and bloggers plus the BHH that I have always promised myself to go to but have never found the time.

Well I tried blogging and did not even know that I would make a year doing this exercise.

What else has happened since I started blogging? I have found a new hobby. I visit many other blogs and have a great laugh when everyone else is in a foul mood at the office. Apart from that, I have managed to move from my small office space to a bigger and better one that allows me to blog when I have finished the day's tasks. Like life has not been good enough, I was enrolled to do one of the courses that I have been dying to do in life.

Otherwise, we all make new year's resolutions and I really wonder whether all the way down at the end of the year we look back and pat ourselves on the back for having met them. For those of you who do, well good for you. Meanwhile, for the rest of us who don't, its indeed high time we wake up and get going. The world is not going to stop and wait for us. Look at the hands of the clock, the only way they move is forward and do not stop(unless of course the battery is down) but it continues moving forward even after it stops. It NEVER moves backwards.

Friends lets make this year a year to move forward in our lives. Make a difference this year. Lets challenge ourselves and conquer our fears this year. All said and done I am outta here!

"Happy" New Year 2008

The new year that is meant to be a happy one has started in this way:

First and foremost, our neighbours across the borders to the East, ended the year in style: Presidential Elections. News all around the world had it as Raila leads in Kenyan presidential polls. But it so happened overnight newspapers in town splash out Kibaki swearing in!!! He was sworn in the evening hours at a terrific speed, without any foreign officials witnessing. You could actually peek a sneer on his face in the press. No wonder Uncle O and his tribes mates are very mad! Very mad indeed.

Ok, like that is not enough, we Ugandans, who have nothing to do with the Kenyan polls are faced with fuel shortage. The price of a litre of petrol shot up to 10,000/= Ugshs. from 2,400 Ugshs. The reason for this is that the fuel tankers that ferry the fuel from the coastal area to Uganda were caught up in the elections in Kenya. So why the don't our Petrol stations reserve fuel for such times? They do! It is just the Ugandan cunning thoughts of getting quick money that make us do such silly things.

Personally, I recommend everyone to buy a Bicycle. Let it be the number one priority on this year's TO DO list. A bodaboda will not do coz they too use fuel. A bicycle will only need to be pumped from time to time.

As for myself, I finally buy myself a car...then what happens three days after I drive around the neighbourhood?? Some silly drunkard bashes into it. Couldn't he tell that it was a new car?

Otherwise I wish myself and the rest of the Bloggers a HAPPY New Year indeed.