To Carrot, My Dear One

Dear Carrot,

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

I Have Lost It

Boy, is he charming! Why am I the only one that sees that? But then, I’ve always liked the weird things and dudes.

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.

Dreams Coming True

Part of my dreams have come true. First I got to hear the Captain’s words even though it was not as dramatic as I used to think it would be. You know those things of saying ‘Fasten your seat belts…’

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.

Malooo...Kyalooo - Part Two

Apart from taking me to her children's school and Buckingham Palace where I saw two foot guards from the Household Division marching around (the ones that wear scarlet tunics and tall black fur caps known as bearskins), the Victoria Memorial sculpture in front of the palace, my former boss’ wife walked me through the Piccadilly Circus, Oxford Street (where I saw many famous shops and restaurants), Regent Street, St. James park and then we entered St James' Palace to visit her friend whose husband is a chef at Buckingham Palace. Her friend also used to work there as one of Princess Diana’s maids or something.

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 Sovereign at the Buckingham and St James' Palaces.

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.

Malooooo...Kyalo!

Just arrived today at 4p.m.

It's 9 p.m now.

I am flabberwhelmed. It's beautiful this place.

Meeting Army Men, Bloggers, Etc

Guess who I met at Quality Supermarket on Saturday and who chatted with my Mom, sis, her kids and I as we wrapped wedding gifts for our friends. He had to chat with us after Mom told him we were whispering about him and how we had seen him on TV. Former army spokesman, Major Felix Kulaigye.

He said, "I hate being recognised by people when I have no idea who they are."
"As a public figure, expect that to happen to you all the time," said my Mom.
"As soon as I saw the number plate, I knew there was an unusual person around," I said to him.
"And what is special about my number plate?" he asked me.
"Well, it's different," I said. (It had SSE and some other funny letters or numbers)
"If that is what it takes..."

We then let him wrap his gift first since he was there before us. He thanked us. Played a little with my nephew and niece and said 'bye ladies' as he was leaving.

After Quality Supermarket, guess who we saw at my friend's wedding as we were lining up for food. I whisphered to my sister. 'That's him' He was standing a few metres away from us. He looked as if he was inspecting something. Not wanting to flaberwhelm him like the Major, we restrained ourselves from going to him and saying hi. Nadala my sis who is the more daring one.

And guess who I think I sat next to on my way from Vision Voice yesterday. I think I sat next to him

I had just won an air ticket to London from British Airways and was busy sending my family and friends text messages about it.

Naye, I don't know where I will go once I'm there because my brother is now in Denmark. One of my British friends wouldn't mind hosting me for a few days though. Then there is my boss. Will he let me go and come back?

Is Africa Blessed or Cursed?

Is it really true that the U.S.A, India, China, Europe, Argentina, New Zealand can fit into Africa? And that Zambia, Zimbabwe and the DRC have the potential to feed the world?

Someone saw the River Congo for the first time and took long to realize it was a river because of its massive width. I want to see it. And the Niger. And Zambezi. At least I’ve seen the Nile.

Is it true that the DRC has 90% of the world’s cobalt? Is there any country in Africa which has no mineral?

Is it true that Asia and Africa were the first homelands of Judeo-Christianity?