Per Che La Solitudine

I have been away from this blog for far too long.  Needed a reason to come back. So now I am turning it into a journal for my fitness journey to better myself. I have really let myself go in the last couple of years and I dare not post bikini pics like I have before. See for yourself.

Starting the Jillian Michaels 30day shred. Day 1

I am starting a 90 day fitness programme that inlcudes 30 days of Jilian Michael’s 30 day shred and the 60 days of Shawn T’s Insanity workout. Very ambitious indeed. In 90 days the target is to lose 15 kilos/33lbs, hip size 40″ waist 28″ and dropped 2 dress sizes to a size 10 from my current 14.

Measurements on Day 1

75kilos/165lbs very heavy for my 5’3 height

waist 32″

stomach 34″

hips 45″

Size: 14

I am also trying to eat healthy so I have introduced smoothies into my diet because I honestly cannot eat vegetables so I would rather juice them.

I will try and do a progress update every week for my own motivation, it could also have the reverse effect if no change is registered. But this ultimately is also an exercise in will power because I have never stuck through any diet or fitness programme. I am ready to be a better version of myself and hopefully I will have this blog to account to and that will keep me on track. Fingers crossed and ready for day 2 tomorrow.

The new Lord Mayor is sipping a cup of tea. His phone rings. He asks his twin
daughter to pass it to him.

Phone: Riing riing
Lukwago: (picking it) Hello!
Seya: Yee Ssebo

Lukwago: Hello..Hello…I’m not getting you clearly.
Seya: Network is shaking heavily.

Lukwago: I can’t hear you, sir.
Seya: Extend further if you are not hearing.
Lukwago: I can now hear you.
Seya: Congratulations.

Lukwago: Thank you. May I please know who I’m talking to?
Seya: The mayor.

Lukwago: Shya! Which mayor?
Seya: Of Kampala.
Lukwago: Unless you are a nightmare.
Seya: No, even during the day. This is Seya.

Lukwago: Sorry, I thought it was an imposter.
Seya: No, no, no, I never had posters this time.
Lukwago: I mean imposter. Someone who disguises himself as somebody else.

Seya: I don’t know that one. I never saw his disgusting poster.
Lukwago: Anyway, so what’s cooking?

Seya: Eh, Lukwago! You have a big nose. It’s Biringanya. My wife is in the
kitchen roasting it.
Lukwago: Haha… So, why did you call me?
Seya: I calling to tell you know that city council not easy.

Lukwago: What do you mean?
Seya: You have to be careless with the people.
Lukwago: I don’t understand.

Seya: You have to care less about their deals. They are terrific.
Lukwago: I’m confused. What makes them terrific?

Seya: They terrify you with threatenings of death if you don’t similar with
their plans.
Lukwago: Don’t worry; I will handle them my way.

Seya: You can’t find them on your way. They stay in posho areas like Kololo,
Naguru, etc.
Lukwago: Leave them to me. Sorry, I didn’t come to visit you at Nakasero
hospital when you were feared dead.

Seya: Yah, that was a serious terrible. They announced along the radio that I
had died.
Lukwago: What exactly happened?

Seya: The degree of sugar had risen in the blood. The doctor admitted
me and put
me on bottles of water.
Lukwago: That was sad.

Seya: No, no. It was pressure. The doctor treated me and after two days, I was
dispatched.
Lukwago: That’s good to hear.

Seya: Anyway, I called to congratulation you for being elected and
wish you good
in your term of office.
Lukwago: Thank you. So, how do you desire to retire?
Seya: Stop discussing history. I left Desire a long time a

I saw him standing outside his window while I sipped at my Gin and tonic in the local pub below his room. He waved at me and I waved back as I turned to listen to what my friend was saying to me. I was distracted by his presence up there and when I turned back to look up at the window, he had his shirt over his head displaying a set of well toned abs. I laughed and blushed the only way a black woman can.
That drew the attention of my friends who all turned to see what was going on. He shut his window and all that was left was a flag hanging down his window. Argentina? I mused. Blue and white stripes with what looked like the sun on the right hand corner of the flag.
The conversation turned back to Afro fusion bands and how they are becoming the fad in Uganda at the moment. It was a Wednesday night and we were thinking perhaps we should try out the new band at Cayenne. Then he walked passed me towards the bar, smiled as he passed by and I smiled back at him. He didn’t want to intrude because I seemed to be deep in conversation with the French guy standing next to me. He sat down on a bench facing me and stared as if to say, “I wonder how long you will hold out before you come over”
And that was all the invitation I needed. I walked up towards him to say “hello”. And he said it back to me with a hint of a Spanish accent. Remembering the flag, I asked “Are you from Argentina?”
No he said “Uruguay”
And that is how I met a beautiful man from Uruguay named Sabastian.
Muchos besos amigo

Utter boredom has dragged me from my blog silence and brought me to the realisation that reading other blogs chewed up a hefty chunk of my time afterall. In the last year, I have started reading three books and only managed to finish one. It is just that my mind keeps wandering off to distant places where there is blue water and beaches and very often laughing kids with my eyes.
I have managed to keep the same job for almost a year now which is kind of a personal record for me. And although I have had fleeting moments when I felt like I was slumping back into a mundane existence, I have tried to hype myself and make my job interesting. Perhaps that’s what I needed to do all along because contrary to what all my friends think, I really am not that ambitious. I do not aspire to be great, just comfortable and content. I am a strong believer that contentment is the root to all hapiness and often I curse myself for wanting more. But the heart wants what the heart wants right?
I have been trying out a new theory which is very closely related to some Taoist teachings that teach us to learn how to just BE. My interpretation of this is to basically do whatever I feel like doing at the moment. Of course that cannot be completely managed seeing as most times I do not really want to go to work or even wake up. But on the weekend, I do not scold myself anymore for sleeping too much. If I still feel like sleeping, that’s exactly what I will do. I will shower when I want to and eat when I want to without caring about the frequency. But only on the weekends when nobody owns my ass but ME.
I have also avoided doing things that I do not want to inorder to please other people. Remember, this is with the exception of my work life. I will not be forced to attend weddings, funerals, birthday partys, baby showers of people I couldn’t care less about. And I have learnt to unapologetically say “I am not coming because I do not want to.” This has been a very liberating experience for me and this might seem selfish, but trust me I am doing you a greater service by not coming because then you will know who your true friends are. And clearly I am not one of them.
To BE: Exist, live, be alive, subsist, survive, be there, be present and the best synonym of all to BE REAL
That is what I am going to try to be for a while untill it stops working for me.

I do not even know where I am going with this.

Okay, I moved house!!!!! that the biggest news, for those who didnt know after my short stint in Bwindi, I moved back in with my mother. Love her dearly but I just couldnt stand living at home anymore. down side is now Dee and Carlo are not my neigbours anymore. Not that it makes a difference because the bu gals never even knocked ko at my gate although one Sunday I rang their bell for 30 mins and nobody opened yet I could see the light in the kitchen. You bu gals, are you avoiding me? ((sniff sniff). My new crib rocks so please, do come visit sometime.

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I went for my first PROM, yay! organised by the fore mentioned unfriendly neighbours. Infact I do not know how I swung that invite. There I met the tipsyalcophobic who was everything I imagined and she acted all suprised that I knew what she looked like. Gal, its the pictures on your blog! And she seemed all ka sweet on my boss. Hope you got his number then you can keep him entertained and off my back for awhile.:-)

Pics all over facebook.

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My birthday coincided with the goat races so the combined celebration was off the shizzle! I had my hat on, I know I looked good because the red pepper reporters didnt bother with me. I had the right invites to the one tent that did not run out of alcohol and the party was on. There was a slight Ki Nigeria moment involving and ex that almost ruined my “happiness” but I made the smart decision to go home then. It was going to be uuuuuugly.

Pics coming at you soon on Facebook.

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Speaking of Birthdays, how can I forget B2B’s big day.:-)

Pics already out somewhere but please the person you think is me is actually…, Oh shit. Its me. But in my defence, my body had been taken over by a supernatural force that made me do things to other people that I would NOT  ordinarily do.

I told you I didnt know whree I was going with this. Just some lazy writing to cover up for the fact that I havent blogged in ages.

I had almost forgotten about my blog untill Mockypricky@yahoo.com left this comment on a post from almost 3 years back.

my friend am ugandan, dont be too foolish to blame ugandans without prior knowledge. the asians came here to cut down this long lived forest this has been out of hand, do ugandans come in your country and rush into yor natural resources? do we ever come there and beat indians on streets like asians do it here?
if he needs kland from us, he must respect the country’s code. and no one provocked them till they came onto people’s houses and bringing them down many people died from their houses, mehta group wants land that it cant get, let them cut that forest down, we shall send all of them back to their coutnries like AMin did. let them proceed, 100’s of people died in their houses!! is this fair to you? isn’t that savege? please next time dig down be4 u write about something! ugandans are being slaughtered at nyt by the asians because they refuse to give them land, thats a publicc secret!!

You may be wondering what this is about, so let me give you a quick re-cap. I was gushing about Salman Khan famous Bollywood actor. I didn’t know I was inciting some very strong anti-Asian sentiments in some Ugandans. So why do many Ugandans dislike Indians so much?. Granted their work ethics are questionable and they are slightly exploitative as has been proven and most Ugandans who have worked for Indians can attest that they work more than 10 hours a day, their meager pay is often cut for reasons they don’t agree with and they monitor every cup of tea that you drink at work. But does that warrant the kind of rage that we have towards them to the point of condoning what Amin did in 1979(date close enough?)? This is the kind of hatred that led the Jews to concentration camps. Similarly, Asians are shrewd business men and will watch every hard earned penny that they make. We Ugandans on the other hand are “more relaxed” and  I am only saying that to avoid calling us “lazy”. So, shrewd business man meets lazy employee is naturally going to be a disaster.  

Perhaps there is something we can learn from them to replicate their success but oh no, we are too busy hating and wishing Amin back.  The Asians wouldn’t be cutting down forest to plant sugarcane if the greedy Ugandans hadnt sold the land to them anyway. Why are we not focusing our rage on those traitors instead? When are we going to realize that the problem is among us? Our natural resources are being sold by Ugandans! People who were born and raised in this country are stealing from their own people. Enough with blaming the Indians, their wealth is multiplying while we sit there begrudged.

My dear Delicious,

Its been well over 24 hours since I last heard from you. After several attempts at calling you, I came to the conclusion that perhaps I did something wrong that in my drunken foggy mind I couldn’t remember. I pondered through every memory and thought it was perhaps my insensitivity towards my gal pal who alighted in the dark at the gas station. It made me sad that you weren’t answering my calls and this made me realize that I missed you which ultimately means I probably like you a lot more than I care to admit. I want to hang out with you a lot, not because of that big car you drive me home in but because you are deep down still that naughty 10year old-short-sleeved- shirt-wearing, early -break-eating kid that I like.

So my dear, tell me why you isn’t calling me because my heart is breaking. Literally I have a gut wrenching pain inside which I reckon is the crap indian food they serve us at work but still I will attribute that to your absence if it will make you call me.

And whoever said love letters are out-dated clearly hasn’t met me.

P.S I miss you Delicious, Ecris moi vite!

Yours Truly

The celebrity carwash that helped raise money to refurbish Kasengejje Senior Secondary School. Thank you David Obua for showing up though most people doubted you would show given the recent passing of your father. I apologise for that ridiculous article in the “Red Pepper”, I should have known better than to invite them. I just thought they would be a little more decent at a charity event, thats all. You were truely and inspiration to the kids. Duncan Mugabe, though very few people knew who you were, there will come a time when they will regret not asking for your autograph. Ashish, great patron and safe journey to space on the Virgin Galactic ( we cant wait).  And to all the amazing orphans of M-LISADA, thanks for the brass band and I am sorry Medi over powered your playing with his larger than life speakers.

Getting to work on Cycle4Uganda Now, so watch this space for updates.

Yours Truely

I walked in this morning and words failed me, I thought I had travelled through time. Moving office was a task but worth every bead of sweat when you look at this new place. Apparently it was modelled after Google, the idea of making the work place fun. So here goes right; There is a fooseball table sitting right next to my desk, a pool table in the dining area. The most cushy love sits in the lounge area and all sticking to the color theme of red and black. I cannot describe this place guys, you ought to see it to believe it. I am never quitting this job, I swear its all a trap! Welcome to the Hotel Califonia Indeed.

Have you been to those muzungu party’s were they make fun of Ugandans by yelling “Speech Speech” at the host. Are Ugandans really that fond of pseeches????

Then consider this my welcome back speech.

The simple excuse for my absence is that I had run of what to say. This is kind of hard to believe for those who know me because I never shut up. Mr. B2B sent me this book; Shut up stop whining and get a life and it helped put my life into perspective. Thanks pal, I have indeed stopped whining and in the process of getting a life. For those of you who were wondering, yes I am in town and in fact I never left town. It is going to take me a while to get my rhythm back but I am glad to be blogging again, just needed the therapy that blogging provides. I missed you all though I got to see some of you in and around town. Carlo, Dee, Comrade, Detamble, DK, B2B, and Sybella it was nice running into all of you. I am working on some new projects now and my blog will reflect that a lot. My work and my life are one and the same that’s why I change jobs a lot because an exciting job yields an exciting life. And when it stops being exciting, I move on. A principle that will one day be my downfall but life is short and a good friend of mine couldn’t have said it any better when she said “satisfaction is the death of desire”.

Its going to be a fun year!