Dee In A Nutshell

Feed Me, Love Me, Never Leave Me.


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Can’t be bothered to think of one.

I have been seeing this on may way to and from work everyday and I don’t think I have ever seen a lazier attempt at decorating.

The taxi was moving so not the best shot but those light look like they were simply flung at the tree. Really? (You probably can’t see the trees but that’s what the lights are hanging on.)

Secret Santa

We had our own Secret Santa a bit late in the season but I got myself a pretty toilet bag. (Seen Here)

Also I had a camera for a while there which explains the above post.


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Can’t be bothered to think of one.

I have been seeing this on may way to and from work everyday and I don’t think I have ever seen a lazier attempt at decorating.

The taxi was moving so not the best shot but those light look like they were simply flung at the tree. Really? (You probably can’t see the trees but that’s what the lights are hanging on.)

Secret Santa

We had our own Secret Santa a bit late in the season but I got myself a pretty toilet bag. (Seen Here)

Also I had a camera for a while there which explains the above post.


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Christmas at Work.

Yes, I am at work. Can you believe it? I had to wake up at the crack of dawn to come here and now I am sleepy as all fuck. I don’t usually do mornings but I should be having dinner with the part of my family that is still stuck in Kampala with me.

It is strange how this feels like any other ordinary day, the people’s complaints are the same, everyone here looks pretty much the same and nothing is happening. Oh, to be a kid again.

Will post later after the day is done and let you know how it has gone.


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OMG! WTF!

I ran into some guy I used to go to school with and he looked me over and said “Congratulations” and I asked him what they were for at which point he reached out and touched my tummy.
I told you I had a pot belly but even I didn’t think I looked pregnant.


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Smorgasbord

Of (oh so ) Dry Men.

So last night I go out after forever and I remember why I stopped. There was a kasiki for one of my workmates at Pa Lui and I had to walk out every now and then to breathe. Anyway, the interesting bit happened when I was on my way home.

A bunch of us left the club and this guy asks where I live and it turns out we are neighbours so I take the ride he offers. We get to the exit and he meets two of his friends whom he decides to first drop in Wandegeya. This is cool up to the point we stop in Wandegeya and these guys in a white car park right next to us and the driver jumps out brandishing a gun, I think it was an AK47. Instead of the expected flash of life, I imagined being found shot to pieces in this guy’s car whom I don’t even particularly like and getting my pretty white vest all soiled with blood. Turns out, these guys followed us from Ntinda and tried to stop us (they didn’t try hard, none of us noticed them) because this guy didn’t have a number plate. He had a receipt for one though and it was all sorted. We eventually get on our way home and he parks outside my gate and tries to kiss me. I tell him I have a boyfriend and he asks me what that has got to do with anything. Now, this boy is starting to infuriate me and I want to make it clear to him that I don’t cheat on my boyfriend, not because of how he would feel about it, although I am not saying this doesn’t matter, but because I need to be able to live with myself. Oba, where has he been living? He assures me how in Uganda, women don’t know what they want and therefore I can’t know I don’t want him until he convinces me that I do. WTF?! (This dude does not know my pedigree) I summarily tell him that even if I didn’t have a boyfriend he still wouldn’t even be close to the type of guy I would be with. I have never been so disgusted in my life, I got out of that car and into my house. I have been thinking, is this how all you guys feel? Do you think women don’t have brains or that we don’t enjoy sex and can therefore not be picky? Please tell me.

Padded Panties

My mom told me last night that there is a shop that sells padded underwear for women. I found that unbelievable and I can’t wait to see them, apparently they are called bum panties. Aparrently they are all the rage and she keeps getting phone calls to give directions to where the shop is. If you feel you could use one, please let me know in the comments and I will direct you.

A Fine Balance

I just finished reading this book and right now all I can say is it is the saddest book I have ever read and what’s worse it could all actually have happened.

See y’all on the flip side.


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Pot Belly

I have put on a little weight, now I am not saying I am fat or anything but when I put my hand up to flag down a taxi, there is jiggling going on under my arm. I, however, am not complaining. After all,

“…even though I got
fat thighs, flabby arms
a pot belly, still give
good loving…”

I don’t know if it is because of this weight gain (almost all of the weight is on my ass, arms and former abs, I really do have a kind of a potbelly) or because of all the pregnant people I have been meeting lately (almost all my friends are pregnant or already have babies) that I had a very vivid dream last night in which I was pregnant. Very pregnant. I actually felt my stomach was stretched to the limit and the strange thing is (strange thing? What am I saying? All my dreams are strange) a moment before I was pregnant, I was not. I was walking around the mall, minding my own business when suddenly I look at myself and I am in this very nice dress with a humongous tummy. I was so stocked with how I looked I was walking up to strangers and getting them to feel the baby kick. So weird.

*The lyrics are from a Freshly Ground song I am really loving right now.