I noticed my invitations to BHH have not just gradually dwindled but disappeared all together. I dont blame y’all because the award for most inconsistent blogger prolly goes to yours truely. So has the venue for BHH changed because I will definately be at the next one.

Interestingly my sister has joined blogville in her effort to immortalise our family by writing a book and well… blogging about it at www.laboke.wordpress.com. I admire her guts and I wish her the best of luck. Maybe my family is actually more interesting than I ever thought, she is doing this or her children because growing up in the dispora, she is afraid they may have issues with their identity. I guess what she is tryig to avoid is the next generations making a worthless trek to west Afica in search of their roots.

My friend Tor (yes kinda like the Viking God of Thunder) turns 30 today and is having a big village party today. on the menu is goat and Royal Vodka, Senator and Eagle lager and I pretty much think I will weather it sans drinking. I am such a party spoiler I know but untill you have had a taste of Royal vodka try not to judge me. Still cant write anything but I will ease back into it slowly.

Bye for now.

I have been in Bwindi for over a month now and you wont believe how hard I work. try 7 t0 9pm Sunday to Sunday. Its crazy out here, so you can imagine how hard it has been for me  to have a social life. Granted there isnt much to do in Bwindi but wade a ka forest walk, I hadnt done. So I decided to take this last Sunday off. My friend Sol invited me and a few other friends for a goat roast at his banda. ( yeah here we have bandas not boring apartments). So ipod check, I took along walk to the edge of the forest as thats where Sol’s banda is. Had no trouble finding the place, just followed my nose and I was there.

Cosy nice drink up on his balcony with the usual suspects ( same two Danish Med students I seem to run into everywhere) and some dude whose name I cannot pronounce constantly asking me dumb questions like, Do you know Martin Luther King?

I managed to get sufficiently hammered and barely made it back before cafew (yes, there is a 10 o’clock cafew here. something about the war in the Congo). Got to my door only to realise that I had no keys to my house. Sat at my door step and thought, what would wonder woman do? Too hammered to care, I pried the bedroom window open and somehow hoisted my 100 and something lbs up and into the bedroom. I fell a sleep almost instantly but then awoke at about 3am  with a full bladder. my “banda” isnt self contained unfortunately. It was pitch black outside, cold and cloudy and extremely frightenning. Had to climb back out that window.

the Chocolate connoiseur club

This picture of Sleepy just helped raised £15,000 for Bwindi Community hospital at a UK charity. It stime to pop the champagne coz I feel really proud right now.

Here I am, swapped the city life for a more fulfilling one I hope.

Or was it the eye candy…….. Mike (medical student from the US)

I stopped blogging for a while because; honestly I had nothing to write about. I was bored, nothing excited me anymore and it’s my responsibility to keep myself entertained in this short life that I have been given. So I am sorry guys but I quit my job again……. (Hard to believe huh?). Did I mention we have a short life?

I have moved on to literally greener pastures, I am part of the cast of the real life Survivor series if you may. I Live in Bwindi now, yes in the impenetrable forest with the Batwa pygmies. And I got pictures to prove it. There is no electricity, piped water, there isn’t much really. But it’s possibly the most beautiful place I have ever seen. The rainbows are spectacular and you sometimes get to almost touch one. It’s no wonder people like Stephen Fry and Bill Gates chose this as a vacation spot. By the time I get back, my autograph book will be full. I am not here for the mountain gorillas’ coz the truth is I cannot afford to see them in my own country. It costs about $100 for nationals to get a permit. Can you believe that? So Im hoping one will show up at the edge of the forest one day for public viewing.

I do not miss Kampala one single bit, for now anyway. so for now I will just settle for fulfilling my responsibility to mankind. Come on; look at these faces…..

Sweet..

Sleepy………

grumpy…..

Congolese Refugee

My fabulous boss Paul.

“Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore but somehow ……..”
Never in my “ambitious” life did I ever imagine that when asked what I wanted to be when I grow up the answer would be,
A lay about, just chilling
And that’s exactly what I’m doing, Just chilling. Sleeping for 14 hours a day and watching TV for the rest. I’m not on leave if that’s what u are thinking, I really have discovered what I want to be in life.
And I would be fine with my decision except for that quarterly thing called rent, Geez the price we pay for freedom! So anyway I have to make rent while fulfilling my life’s dream and nobody seems to be paying me for lying about.

Things I have considered doing for rent

1. Faking a death in the family, didn’t know who to kill so I abandoned project
2. Getting myself a hajji, word has it they like kept women. The catch is I would have to consider converting to Islam and revising my dress sense.
3. I noticed my landlord is kinda sweet on me, seeing that he can’t express himself without touching me. But how do I get his wife in on this as well?????
4. Selling the fridge, if only it didn’t belong to my housemate….hmmmm
5. Creating a bloggers contribution fund. Would u guys seriously consider this??? Just imagine its as dire as say…a heart transplant or my brain has regressed.

Some guy calls me up at 3:00am in the morning apparently to check if he is Safe. I should know by now that not all calls after midnight are emergencies, but I just cant seem to run my phone off. Honestly safe from what???
Anyway further probing led me to realise that this guy whom I barely know by the way was just curious about my bedmates and wanted to know if there was someone else in with me last night.
I am ready to shoot someone……

I hate That he likes to Hold my hand at every opportunity, coz My treacherous heart cant let me Love him the way he deserves. I hate that he is patient, soo patient with me that everytime I crash and burn he still holds my hand. Promising that he will always be there for me. Even when that other jerk stood me up, he tried desperately to cheer me up. God, I hated him then……Why cant he just be like the rest of them??? Would I love him then……..