Posted by: Sybella on: June 26, 2009
Have you ever seen a white man with an African-good round butt? I saw one today morning in Uchumi supermarket and thought I would share.
Unfortunately I was not walking around with a camera, no pic to share so your imagination will just have to work.
Y’all have a fabulous weekend.
Posted by: Sybella on: June 6, 2009
I am stark raving mad. Unhappy. Sad. Felling very very very vengeful but do not have a particular person or people to throw my vengeance at so I will just throw it at the whole institution.
A friend, Lily, was expecting her second child within the last few days. When her contractions started she went to Mulago Hospital where she had registered to have the baby. Now Lily is not a pushy chick who knows what she wants and can stand in a crowd screaming her head off if she needed to get the attention. So when she got to the hospital, as many people know, Mulago is a general-happiness place and the best way to get the medical personnel’s attention is by giving them some paper which is highly valuable. Lily is there in pain and mbu there are not enough doctors so no one is really paying attention to her so she waits in pain.
After a while, she tells peeps I am in serious pain. Some medical students are assigned to her. On checking her, they realize that the baby is not in the right position to be born. But they tell her everything will be alright and she will deliver the baby normally. She begs them to take her to the theater and have a caesarean birth so that her baby can survive. Do they listen? No instead turn her into a medical experiment. And the baby also wants to get out into the world and so she makes her entrance by shoving her arm out. Even at this point the doctors are still moving like snails and yet it is an emergency but finally do take her to the theater. In the mean time, Lily is gently touching her baby’s hand which is responding and therefore comforts her that the baby is alive and alright.
After almost 10 hours of this drama, she inevitably blacks out. But just before she does, she hears one of the doctors say,
“Do you really thing the baby is going to survive all of this?”
And she didn’t.
Her baby died.
Not because she did something wrong during her pregnancy.
Not because she was careless by maybe having that red wine that was so tempting.
Not because it was an unwanted pregnancy and therefore she decided to terminate it.
No.
It was because of those bloody f****** at those hospitals who couldn’t get off their bloody asses and do their jobs!
Why are they there?! We would rather have an empty hospital and know that we shouldn’t bother going there because there is no help to be gotten from there!
Posted by: Sybella on: May 30, 2009
I haven’t spoken to, hugged, played with, disagreed with, made noise with, tickled… all the mom-son lovey dovey stuff with my boy for 36 hours!
I last had any interaction with him on Thurday evening at 11pm. I left him enjoying sleep on Friday morning and got back home at 3am on Saturday morning, leaving him at 8am once again enjoying sleep. Imagine!
I miss my baby… I have to get home early today.
In other news, my delicious black evening bag was stolen at the Sheraton last night. Imagine! We were at a friend’s wedding and some person snatched it off the table while we were boogying away. Two phones stolen in just over 1 year! The thing that hurt was that that bag was a gift from a close friend and I treasured it.
But I guess bibawo…
Y’all have a fabulous week and new month which will usher Foxylamb into married life.
Posted by: Sybella on: May 22, 2009
There is a Christian song which has the verse, ‘We bring the sacrifice of praise into the house of the Lord…’. I never really understood what that meant until I heard Pastor Joel Osteen preaching about it. I tried to write a post about sacrifice of praise but it didn’t really come out the way I wanted it to. But the Pastor was able to put it very well.
“Through Him, therefore, let us constantly and at all times offer up to God a sacrifice of praise, which is the fruit of lips that thankfully acknowledge and confess and glorify His name”
(Hebrews 13:15, AMP).
The Bible tells us there are many ways to praise and worship God— but have you ever thought about what it means to offer a sacrifice of praise? It means that we acknowledge God above our circumstances. We live our lives in such a way that we honor and glorify Him no matter what is going on around us. We rejoice in all things.
For example, when somebody offends you and you feel like giving them a piece of your mind, but instead you just smile, do you know what you just did? You were saying with your actions, “I am living at a higher level. I am acknowledging God in every circumstance.” On the freeway, when someone cuts you off and you’re just about to tell them what you think, but instead you look over and smile, that’s giving a sacrifice of praise.
Remember, God promises to dwell among the praises of His people. When you continually offer up praise, you are inviting God’s presence and power into every area of your life!
Enjoy the weekend blogren.
Posted by: Sybella on: April 30, 2009
I was tagged by Mr. B2B and Tandra. I guess everyone now knows the rules so I don’t need to go into detail.
Some truths about myself…
1. I am very shy. Most people are actually surprised about this when they do find out about this because when I do meet most people, I seem to have it all together but it is a ‘front’.
2. In a state of pain, feeling of total abondment, great amount of sorrow and massive confusion about what lay ahead in the future, I was tempted to convert to Islam when I was in high school. Imagine that!
3. One of my most embarrassing moments is the time I almost drowned when my swimming was really bad and I headed out into the deep end of the pool. A friend actually had to help me out of that fix. Mbu I was trying to show off to impress the boys.
4. I do not like my Christian name.
5. At one point in my life, the thought of being a lesbian was very appealing.
6. Friendship is very important to me. I am closer to and love some of my friends more than I do my sister. Over the weekend, we were discussing the issue of being a surrogate mother and I realized that I would do it for a number of friends for whom that would be their only option of having biological children.
7. I love the number 7. I guess that is a bit obvious…
8. Perfume is not my thing so I hardly ever wear it, probably like once in 4 months.
9. I love to be impulsive once in a while. It kind of gives me a thrill. Kind of like doing something semi dangerous just for the thrill of it.
10. Any day of the week, I would pick the cozy option of chilling at home infront of the tv watching a movie with him over going to a club.\
This was actually hard.
Tagging with pleasure: Tumwi, Modo, Savvy08, Spartakuss
Posted by: Sybella on: April 28, 2009
“Mommy?”
“Mommy?”
“Mommy?!” Still no response.
She isn’t even turning to look at me. Mommy can seriously concentrate when she is watching tv like Kaka when she is reading the newspaper. What should I now do? Ah, I know what to do.
Mwaa (that is Rhys giving me a kiss and my total attention focuses on him)
Perfect, now I can talk to her since I now have her full attention.
“Mommy, …..”
Oba who is he learning this stuff from. It actually amazed me and I was… moved by it.
Posted by: Sybella on: April 23, 2009
My son can write his name. I said, MY SON CAN WRITE HIS NAME! On his own, not tracing dots or something like. As you can clearly tell, I am so excited about this.
Most of you are probably wondering why it is such a big deal since his name is only 4 letters long but the name I am talking about is his other Christian name which is eight letters long. I am so proud of him. At what age are most children able to do that? Well I am officially declaring that Rhys is a genius. Don’t hate Tandra.
Posted by: Sybella on: April 9, 2009
Easter is finally here. A time for us to enjoy a long 4 day weekend but more importantly, a time for us to joyfully remember that God sent His only Son to die for us and if we accept Him as our Saviour, we shall have eternal life.
Enjoy the Easter holiday everyone.
Posted by: Sybella on: April 2, 2009
“And don’t sin by letting anger control you. Don’t let the sun go down while you are still angry”
Ephesians 4:26, NLT
When I get angry or upset, I tend to lash out at the world. Especially if I am ‘scratched’, which may not necessarily be someone actually deliberately provoking me but something small. Like Rhys may decide to act stubborn and decide to write on the walls with his crayons 2 days after the house has been painted. Boy does he get the fill of my wrath at that point.
I hate doing this so I learnt long time ago, that at such times I need to first cool down before doing anything about it. The other thing was that getting angry or upset would mean you giving the person who caused it control over you. And I love to be in control so I learnt that dissipating it as fast as possible was the only way to get the power back. The techniques: breaking glass, watching a cartoon, listening to music, talking to someone who cares especially him but most importantly prayer. How do you deal with your anger?
This is some inspiration from Joel Osteen concerning anger:
Do you realize how much energy it takes to be bitter or hold a grudge? We only have a certain amount of energy for each day. If we use it for the wrong purposes, focused on the negative, dwelling on who hurt us, we’re not going to have the energy we need for the right purposes. We’re not going to make the best decisions. We’re not going to be as creative. We’re not only doing ourselves a disservice, but we’re doing our family and our friends a disservice.
Remember, you can’t control what people do or say. You can only control yourself. If you’re allowing others to upset you, then you are giving away your power. The Scripture says, “Don’t let the sun go down on your anger.” The reason many people have no joy or enthusiasm is because they go to bed every night with anger and unforgiveness. When you go to bed like that, with a cluttered mind, focused on the negative, you wake up with the same negative emotions. Don’t let anger and unforgiveness block God’s blessing in your life. Choose to let those things go so you can live in the peace, joy, and power the Lord has for you.
Posted by: Sybella on: March 14, 2009
Last Saturday, I went for the Stanbic Bank AUTO & HOME Show like thousands of other people. I really really like cars so definitely did resist. So I ventured to the Spear Motors tent/ display area. Now the Spear Motors show room/ offices are places that I dare not to visit because at the moment I cannot afford any of their cars (the cheapest probably about $35,000) and I so do not believe in getting a loan for a car which depreciates in value with time.
Anyway, there were cards on the cars which indicated the cost of the cars in US Dollars. What really grabbed my attention was the 10% deposit also indicated on these cards. The gentleman in charge was busy with some other peeps so I asked one of the ladies at their desk about the 10%. And she confirmed that all one needed to pay is 10% of the total value and the rest can be paid in installments over a period of 5 years. I was like wow, that seems like a good deal.
After this, I was trying to diplomatically run away by letting her know that the cars I was interested in were not there so I would visit their offices one of these days but she was not relenting and asked me which ones I wanted. Ko me, the Jeep and she said it is $80,000 and they would get it for me in 3 weeks. Then I asked her about my dream car, the M Class which she said was 90,000 Euros. The price was even in Euros and not dollars. I was like eh mama, my car be cool like that! But seriously, 90,000 Euros on a car! Yes I will eventually get to that point where it will be as if champ change but for now, nah.
The interesting thing bit was that she called over the sales guy when he was finally free and the guy was seriously giving me details about the car including providing me with a booklet/ brochure. After I left, I wondered, did I look loaded enough to seriously consider buying that car?! Maybe it was the clothes I was wearing that day. But it did feel good to be perceived in that way.
In other news, before I left the house that day, Rhys said to me,
” Mommy, you are nice.”
Ko his Kaka,
“She is nice or she looks nice?”
The he said,
“Mommy you look nice.”
I thought that was sweet. Guess that confirms that it was the clothes that made me look loaded.
