Saturday, October 17, 2009
Wadudu ni Hatari and other Songs
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Descendants of Nimrod?
Somehow, in my mind I cannot reconcile a tribe in Kenya that was originally Banyala (different from the ones in Kayunga) with a Mesopotamian monarch. I cannot reconcile the Kabras with a mighty ruler and nation builder who founded many cities, including the great Babel or Babylon. I cannot. Even if you tell me he was cursed for ordering the construction of the Tower of Babel.
In other news, my Mom says she heard a story told in Western Kenya about the Buganda Prince who became ruler of the Wanga Kingdom. Now I may have mixed up a few things about the story she heard but this is what I remember her telling me.
“It is said that when the Prince arrived in Western Kenya, some lady noticed that whenever it was time for him to bathe, he would hide himself from the others. Later on, she discovered the reason why the Prince did this. He had the mark of a snake on his body, which he was trying to conceal. After her discovery, the woman went and told her father who said, ‘That is the mark of royalty. Wherever this boy may have come from, he must be from a royal family.’ Thus, the boy was made king over the Wanga.”
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Pure Speculation?
Another mind boggling thing I read on the internet is about the Wanga (a tribe of the Luhya). I read that the Wanga came from Egypt as part of the migration that settled in Kampala area that formed the Buganda Kingdom. A muganda Prince called Kaminyi, who was Kabaka Mwanga I's cousin and Kabaka Mawanda's son, fled to Tiriki in Western Kenya. (Incidentally, I lived in Tiriki with my parents for 8 years) The Prince fled because as the king's cousin, he posed a threat to the reigning monarch.
On reaching Western Kenya, the Prince became a ruler and was succeeded by his son Wanga who established the Wanga Kingdom with the title of Nabongo in the 18th century.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Thou shall not eat of the swine
My mom does not like pork.
When she told me that sometimes pigs barked like dogs, at first I did not believe it until I heard one pig bark last week.
“When I first heard these pigs bark that is when I said to myself ‘Surely! People are not supposed to eat pigs’,” she said.
I mean, think about it. Eating something that can bark is like eating a dog.
Then on Sunday, one of them clucked like a chicken. I have not heard them go ‘ee-I, ee-I, oh’ like the ones in Old MacDonald’s farm. I guess my neighbours pigs are of a Japanese-Polish breed.
http://www.bamfield.eu/sounds.php mentions how pigs make different sounds in different countries:
Pigs in Britain, Spain and Italy are thought to say 'oink, oink'.
Portuguese pigs go 'roncar'.
Japan, they go 'buu, buu'.
French pigs go 'groin, groin'. German pigs, in contrast, go 'grunz'.
Mandarin Chinese pigs say 'Zhu' and in Cantonese, 'Jul'
South Africa, Africaans pigs say 'snork'.
Polish pigs go 'chrum, chrum'
The largest pork exporter, Denmark, has pigs that go 'øf-øf'.
The Netherlands' pigs go 'knor, knor' (NL is the second largest pork exporter). The noise made by pigs is 'knorren' in Dutch and Piglet (Winnie the Pooh) is called 'Knorretje' in The Netherlands.
Finnish and Swedish pigs say 'nöff, nöff'.
Russian Pigs go 'hrgu, hrgu'.
Pigs in Lithuania say 'kriu-kriu'.
Turkish pigs may say 'hoink, hoink' but we are not sure.
Jogoslav/Serbo Croat pigs just say 'Hrrrrrr'.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
What was Your Favourite Song?
“My favourite of MJ’s song was Speechless. It sounds so heavenly,” said Charlie, her co-host.
“Mine is Billy Jean because of the moonwalk,” Pepper broke in.
In the background is ‘heal the world’.
“Hello” said someone on the line. “People are dying in Soroti and you are here talking about MJ. Even you Pepper? Your uncle’s wife comes from Soroti but can’t even think of talking about her people?”
“Wait a minute. Listen to me young man and listen well. You have no right to tell me what is right and what is wrong. Before you ask me, what have you done for the people in Soroti? At least for me I haven’t only helped people from Soroti but I have helped people from other places as well,” Pepper retorted.
“Besides, this is the only day we have to talk about MJ. We have the rest of the days to talk about Soroti…Some people don’t know what we go through to prepare for our shows,” Charlie added.
“I am so mad at that caller. Oh! I feel insulted…(takes a deep breath). Let me grab some coffee,” she went on.
“The point of this show is to remember and celebrate MJ’s life, accomplishments and to provide closure for his fans and for those who loved him. If you were not his fan, would you at least allow those of us who were remember him…Besides, MJ was a great entertainer, who achieved extraordinary success and forever changed the face of the music industry…anyway, coming up is ‘beat it.’
"Hello. I loved Michael Jackson but I will never forgive him for losing his sweet smile. Before the surgery MJ had the sweetest smile ever. And eyes too. If I could lay my hands on the doctor responsible for changing his smile…I don’t know what I would do to him. He just completely ruined his lovely face," Mudamuli said.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Your Words Sting
And you seem to know the quickest formulae to provocation.
Otherwise, are you well? Do tell.
You seem to have a special liking for Eggie these days but let me warn you. He hates surprises. If you want to be his friend, don’t keep making disappearing acts. As for Cucumber, he loves attention. The more you ignore him, the crazier he gets. As for me, I get bored easily and when I do, I move on to the next exciting thing or person. I don't kwelumya. I like to enjoy life to the fullest without any qualms. Especially when it comes to women. Like the gorgeous lady I met last week. She had the perfect manicure and pedicure. We had a good time but Pepper is still the one I want.
By the way, who is this Tamzel? Is she your sister? I found her post about me very amusing. How did she know I loved baking? Hmmm. Maybe I should give her a call one of these days and see what happens. Could you please send me her number?
Lots of it,
Carrot
Friday, June 26, 2009
The Poor Young Man
So I start with the death of Michael Jackson. On January 25, 2009, he was reported dead. I could not believe that the King of Pop could be dead. I first heard the breaking news on Vision Voice from Earnest Wasake a few minutes after 1 a.m. I could not believe that I was the first to break the news to my Mom because she is always on the BBC. But by the time the news of his death came, Mom had already switched off her radio and was asleep. I woke her up and broke the news to her. At that time there were conflicting reports about MJ’s status. Some stations were saying he was in a critical condition while one had already reported him as dead.
“The poor young man,” my Mom who is 59 years old said. I smiled at the fact that MJ was only 9 years younger than
I sent a message to several friends about it and this morning, when my cousin asked to find out if he was alright, I said to him, “No. Michael Jackson is dead. It has been confirmed on CNN” even though I have not had the chance to watch TV today. He was pronounced dead at 12:21 pm PST. I heard that he died at UCLA Medical Center after being stricken at his rented home in Holmby Hills. Paramedics tried to resuscitate him at his home for nearly three-quarters of an hour, then rushed him to the hospital, where doctors continued to work on him.
"It is believed he suffered cardiac arrest in his home. However, the cause of his death is unknown until results of the autopsy are known," his brother Jermaine said.
It was last Saturday when I was listening to MJ being talked about on the History of Music on Vision Voice from 11
For the concert that was to take place in July, Michael Jackson had demanded that all the children in his choir know sign language. He sent an email telling promoters AEG the requirements he wants for his team of young singers.
A source said: "Normally when we cast choirs for acts, it's quite a laborious task. But in this case, it's proving a near impossibility. Jackson is a perfectionist and wants it exactly right and that means every child being able to do sign language."
"AEG
MJ also wanted the choir to be made up of "exactly equal" numbers of black, white, mixed-race and Asian children.
Jackson asked for six snare drummers and banned them from having beards.
Another email read: "They must be young adults, clean-cut and of mixed ethnicity."
"They must be real drummers, so please do not waste our time suggesting people who are not."
That he could play the tambourine for the Jackson Brothers (a band formed by his brothers Jackie, Tito and Jermaine) at the age of 5 showed that he was a naturally gifted musician. He later began performing backup vocals and dancing. At the age of eight, he and his brother Jermaine assumed lead vocals, and the group's name was changed to The Jackson 5. Michael is the one who led the song that won a major local talent show in 1966 with renditions of Motown hits and James Brown’s ‘I Got You (I Feel Good).”
My notions about Michael Jackson changing his nose because he did not want an African nose were discarded when I learnt that in 1979, he broke his nose during a complex dance routine. His subsequent rhinoplasty surgery was not a complete success; he complained of breathing difficulties that would affect his career. He was referred to
About Michael Jackson changing his skin color, my thoughts that he bleached his skin because he wanted to appear white flew to Mars when I learnt that he had Vitiligo or what the Baganda call ‘Abalongo Bamwokyeza’ or something like that. My mother told me this morning that even a certain Ugandan musician
When his dermatologist, Dr Arnold
Whereas it is obvious that the structure of his face changed as well and as a
Secondly, changes
We are on holiday so I came to work at around 11 a.m. On my way to work, I was surprised to note that outside the media, life seemed to be going on as usual as if no King of Pop had just died. The only thing that linked anything around me to Michael Jackson’s passing was when my taxi dropped me off behind a vehicle with the words ‘Cardiac Ambulance.’ I will remember Michael Jackson for his music and incredible talent. His music has and always will remind me of my brother Michael dancing during his teenage days at Kings College Budo. His music also reminds me of those good old days when Dad was still alive and life was simple and interesting.
Adopted from:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thriller - Photo
http://igossip.com/gossip/Michael_Jackson_Demands_The_Children_s_Choir_In_His_Conce
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
The Last of Carrot
I wonder what hotness you see in her. She is all bones. Like me. But as I said earlier, she is pretty.
Who wouldn’t love you back? You have the looks, the money and a voice to die for.
Mudamuli
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Dear Mudamuli,
I hope you are well. I know I am. What are you wearing today? I am wearing a white shirt with a red tie and black trousers.
I saw her again yesterday. We talked on phone and then we met over a cup of coffee. I discovered that we both love Jennifer Hudson. In fact, we have a lot in common. Isn’t it sad that we are both seeing other people and yet there is so much chemistry between us? Guess what she told me just before I dropped her off? I’m on cloud nine because of it. She said she thinks I am a fine man and that the woman I will marry will be lucky. She also said she appreciated me.
On Friday I met my ex girlfriend. She had asked me to help her transport some of her things to her new house. She says she still likes me and is wondering what to do about it. Saturday I went out with D.C and it was fun. I can’t go out with Sweetie. She spells trouble.
Oh, oh. I’ve got to end here. D.C just walked in. I’ve got to stop sending you emails or she’ll kill me. She’s very possessive.
Lots of it,
Carrot
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Carrot's Reply
I like it when her hair is all out. Girl, is she hot! She was wearing this…ok, let me not bore you but the thing is, I love her…
Yesterday I sat near her but I couldn’t think straight. She is extremely beautiful. I mean, how do you describe someone that is more beautiful than the sunset? You should see this picture I have of her. And I am not saying that because of anything else. I think she is. She has this mystery around her that I find more intriguing than the moon. I want to be with her all the time. I think I can learn a lot from being with her.
I think I love her. More than I would want to admit. I hate the fact that we cannot be together because she’s already seeing someone else. But you never know, one day…
Bye for now,
Carrot
Monday, May 25, 2009
To Carrot, My Dear One
Ever since you told me you liked her, I have never been able to admit that I love her books. I hate it that her writing is always interesting even without her trying. Now that you mention it, I think she is pretty though not in an obvious way.
Boy, I’m so jealous of her!
I am sure any books I write will not be devoured with the same relish I have for yours. Yet are you that interesting? Yes and no. Yes because you always have an independent mind and no because I rarely understand what you are saying.
Would that I found something I would completely dislike about you. But there is none. Your weaknesses seem to make you even more irresistible.
My heart is spilling over with thoughts about you. My brain is jam-packed with nothing but you. Obsession. That is what it is.
Enough for now,
Mudamuli
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
I Have Lost It
My London pics are finally here but I need to reinstall some programme on my computer for me to be able to use the scanner at work. I am praying for my own laptop and digital camera.
Tamzel, I am sorry. I couldn’t post anything for you. It is clear I have completely lost my writing spirit. Carsozy, Sleek, Dare devil and the rest, I wish I could write like you. Cavalier, Princess, Comrade, I miss your posts. Iwaya, glad your deep posts are back. Nev, welcome back. Cheri, I miss you. As for Baz, I know he’ll be back.
Oh and Dennis Matanda. Glad your blog is back too.
And I finally got round to reading Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Mom was surprised I hadn't read it all this while. She also has The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood and The Pirate's Daughter by Robert Girardi which I'll read next.
Annoying, huh? I just can’t think of what to post, you see.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Dreams Coming True
Secondly, I finally met Carsozy and Ernest Wasake on Wednesday.
Still flabberwhelmed about it.
Nice weekend.
Nev, get well soon.
Lulu, I missed seeing you and hoping you are fine.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Malooo...Kyalooo - Part Two
We had met her friend at their children’s school then she invited us to her place for tea. She had to inform the guards at the gate about our coming or else they would not have let us in.
St. James is still a working palace though the monarchy has not lived there in quite some time. I got to see where Prince Charles and his sons live. I hear the palace is also home to Princess Alexandra and housed the Queen Mother until her death just a few years ago. I also saw two guards from the Household Division in front of one of the gates at St. James Palace. Then just as we were getting out of her friend's house, my former boss’ wife said, “Samali, look behind you.” What I saw was quite a sight. There was a large group of foot guards standing outside. They were all clad in their scarlet tunics but without their bearskins and they were staring at us. They are responsible for the safety and protection of the
From there we visited the church where her husband works. It is next to BBC World Service. She bought me an Oyster card and explained how it works but I wonder if I will have the courage to do so on my own. I am supposed to have visited some art gallery this afternoon but instead I ended up at an internet cafe where I put up this post yet I could have done this free of charge at their house.