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Those books.

A while back I told y’all how I bought a bunch of books, I have read a couple of them and I think it is time I talked about them.

Memoirs Of A Geisha – Arthur Golden

When I told a friend of mine who devours books like I do that this book was written by an American who lived in Japan and put in print this Geisha’s memoirs, he asked me what frame of mind that man was in to be so entranced by another culture that he moves there and studies their history and learns their language. Well, whatever he was on, he manages to enchant you with this world in the book. It does what so few books do to me these days which is completely transport me into the world of the book that to tear my eyes away from the page yanks me so violently from it that I am jarred for a second till I realise I am actually in a taxi way past my stop. I loved it. The language was like a clear stream flowing gently over rocks on a path it has not strayed from for ages. (That sounds alot like a line from the book) Suffice it so say, I strongly recommend this.

Stories We Could Tell – Tony Parsons

Tony Parsons happens to be one of my favourite authors and when I saw this book in Fareed’s I could hardly walk out without it, I didn’t. I have tried to read everything he has ever written. This book, for me, was very reminiscent of High Fidelity by Nick Hornby. The music was the focal point for the book and even though I don’t think it is nearly as good as Man and Boy or even One For My Baby, I liked it. Like Ernest would say, “Infact, parts of it were excellent.” If you are into the music of the ’60s and ’70s this book is like an amalgam of all the best songs of that time and it captures just what that music was about, the place everyone was in then and the way they felt. It also reaffirms what I like to believe, which is, that the music of an age aptly describes the genaration that made it and listened to it. I would give it 3 stars out of 5. There were some really good lines as well. He is still an awesome writer.

Their Eyes Were Watching God – Zora Neale Hurston

It is so hard to believe this book was written in 1937. It makes so much sense and I am quickly falling in love with it. I’m not done with it yet but what I have read so far is so not disappointing. This woman rocks (I guess I mean, both the author and Janie the main character). It is funny too.

Next

I am going to read If Nobody Speaks Of Remarkable Things by Jon Mcgregor which is apparently an amazing book. Everyone I’ve told about it assures me it’s awesome. Then I’m going to read White Teeth by Zadie Smith which Ishta says is the story of her life. Then I’m finally going to read 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, don’t tell me again how awesome it is. In a while, I am going to put up my list of the books I want to read and y’all should help me get them, you and Fareed both.

I am done, I guess. Out. xoxo

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I don’t know yet.

The last post I put up I wrote on Tuesday and I just got access to the internet today so I put it up today. Now I have nothing to say. I am at the Serena, I am a poser. I have a couple of friends who have a room here.
Now I remember what I wanted to say. I was having pork with a couple of guys so I excuse myelf to wash my hands and as I stand up to go away so do they. It was so exciting, I mean you know the saying ‘chivalry is dead’ well for me it never existed. Except for the few times someone opened the door for me, nothing like this had ever happened to me and I cannot get over it. Every guy I have told about this is livid, they go they are spoiling for them. I loved it.
Ok, that’s it… for now.


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I don’t know yet.

The last post I put up I wrote on Tuesday and I just got access to the internet today so I put it up today. Now I have nothing to say. I am at the Serena, I am a poser. I have a couple of friends who have a room here.
Now I remember what I wanted to say. I was having pork with a couple of guys so I excuse myelf to wash my hands and as I stand up to go away so do they. It was so exciting, I mean you know the saying ‘chivalry is dead’ well for me it never existed. Except for the few times someone opened the door for me, nothing like this had ever happened to me and I cannot get over it. Every guy I have told about this is livid, they go they are spoiling for them. I loved it.
Ok, that’s it… for now.


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I don’t know yet.

The last post I put up I wrote on Tuesday and I just got access to the internet today so I put it up today. Now I have nothing to say. I am at the Serena, I am a poser. I have a couple of friends who have a room here.
Now I remember what I wanted to say. I was having pork with a couple of guys so I excuse myelf to wash my hands and as I stand up to go away so do they. It was so exciting, I mean you know the saying ‘chivalry is dead’ well for me it never existed. Except for the few times someone opened the door for me, nothing like this had ever happened to me and I cannot get over it. Every guy I have told about this is livid, they go they are spoiling for them. I loved it.
Ok, that’s it… for now.


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I Have Arrived!

For those of you who read the Sunday Vision thoroughly you will have noticed that my name was in the ‘It’s Kawa’ on Sunday. Yes, as a writer. Granted, all I did was the reviews but still I was so happy to see my name in print. I will take this moment to clarify that the review for Ocean’s 13 was actually written by Ivan Musoke and it was mistakenly attributed to me. I did the one for Pursuit of Happyness and I did the pick of the week, which was Dirty Jobs. I am so proud of myself and I know it seems like I am making a big deal out of only appearing once but it is so cool. I have actually already written my reviews for this Sunday. I am, must be, the hardest working employee you have Ernest.

In other news, the Ntinda Shopping Center is fast becoming my new home. I am always there, be it buying books at Fareed’s, having ice cream at Chilling Pleasures, having a drink at Michelle’s Pub, borrowing movies at Lids Video Lib or just hanging out at Kamikazi. It helps that it is only a 2-minute walk from my home and I know this is quickly starting to sound like a paid ad (I wish) but it is so much fun. If it had a cinema, there would be no reason for me to ever leave Ntinda except maybe for the awesome Club Sandwich at Café Pap.

I think this post is making it obvious that I really have nothing to say so bye bye my sweets. Till later.


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Moving on up… more like out.

I have been meaning to put this post up for like 2 weeks but like I keep saying, I loathe internet cafes. Think I can get one of you guys to blog for me, we can work out the terms.

We moved!!! I know for some of you that is barely news worthy but the house we moved from is legendary. We had lived there 21 years, 21 years people. That is almost all my life and all my siblings lives. I like the new place though and the whole moving experience was so much fun coz it was all so new to me and also because I went to Mbale I missed all heavy lifting. I just came home to a new place, it was awesome. We have so much more space for everything and we are in Ntinda which is awesome, everything is just a short walk away.

In unrelated news, I bought 7 new books. I love reading, incase you didn’t know, and there is this place on the Ntinda Shopping Centre that sells all their books at shs5,000. Believe it. It’s called Fareed’s. One of my favourite authors is Tony Parsons and I loved the 3 books of his I read, Man and Boy, Man and Wife and One for My Baby. At one point, I owned all these books but somehow they were ‘misplaced’ by the people I lent them to. I walked into the shop one afternoon and she had all three, of course, I bought all three. This is only the first shelf I have been looking through, mind you. I go on and see Memoirs of a Geisha which I have always wanted to read, Their Eyes Were Watching God, which I have also wanted to read and If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things which I vaguely remember hearing about and vowing to read. I spent all my money in that shop because I knew I could walk home. The next day, I go in there with Ernest and we see another Tony Parsons I had never even heard of and I had to get that one too. I am so in love with the chic who runs that store, she has no idea.
When is the BHH? Is it on the 21st of June like The Danes want it to be? Below is an email from them that should help us make that decision.

“Hi guys.Have you planned the next BHH yet? We were wondering if we could influence theplanning a bit.. One of Sara’s friends from MS is coming to Uganda a long withfour Danish reporters who are interested in the ‘blogging’ story. This would ofcourse give the documentary publicity but it would also bring the story ofblogging in Uganda out to more people in Denmark.Would you consider doing the BHH on Thursday the 21. of June?”

That’s it for me. Bye.


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Mbale!!

So I am posting this from Mbale, yeah! I came here for the weekend to see my two friends who work here and I came with another friend of mine. It has been awesome so far. I came on Friday and we are planning to leave on Sunday. The trip here was so eventful. We took a taxi from the park and almost everything that could go wrong, did. First of all, the taxi won’t start, that should have warned us that all was not going to go well. When it eventually starts, everything is fine up till we hit a crazy jam because of a, I can only call it, pitch size hole on one side of the road. To avoid the jam, our driver decides to drive on the side of the road but there is a bit of an incline and this prompts most of the passengers to disembark the taxi, either to lighten the load or due to sheer fear. We stay in. He goes by fine but still doesn’t clear the jam so he decides to go through some poor woman’s compound. The land was water logged so the tyres got stuck and while trying to get out of the mud his engine switches off, remember it can’t start. Luckily enough there were strong guys in the taxi who pushed it and one guy who must have been a jump-start genius coz as soon as he got behind the wheel the car started. After that, we still haven’t cleared the jam so one of the locals tells us about an alternative route. This route was like a scene out of the movie Wrong Turn. Zam and I were terrified but we got through it okay and finally got out on a clear part of the road. We then get to a point on the road that has the most unbelievable dust. The dust was so much that you couldn’t even see where you were going but that didn’t stop our driver from driving like a bat out of hell. The journey seemed to take forever but we got here eventually and being the happening people we are hit the trade fair (it was happening) and the club right after dinner, ofcourse. This morning we went to Sipi falls which are beautiful (I will post some pictures soon). Now we are hanging out, going to the club again and then going back home tomorrow.
WE WON!!!! I missed riding the train to the stadium but I got to watch the match over here and wasn’t it exciting? I was so glad we won and everyone is such a celebratory mood. Congratulations.
Kati, I gotta go. Toodles. Will keep y’all posted on the trip when I come back.