This is dedicated to Chanel, the newest Mama on the block.

My baby boy can be so good for my well being for he has a way of making my heart swell with joy and so much love with smallest of things.

On Monday evening, when I got home after a hard day’s work, I was relaxing on the sofa with Rhys watching some television. All of sudden he breaks out in song while pointing at me,

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away”

I felt so special.

And then there are instances when I am in the room getting ready to go out while he is tinkering around with stuff or playing on the bed when out of the blue he says,

“Mommy you are very beautiful.”

Or, he is on the floor looking for something when he ends up close to my feet and says,

“Mommy you have nice toes.”

One time my sister heard him say that and tried to solicit a compliment from him by asking, “what about mine?”. He answered with a resounding, NO. My baby boy can be so good for my ego.

In other news:

Today is a wonderful day. I got to the office about 25 minutes late and when I explained to my boss the problem which was very nasty traffic jam (the truth), she says sorry! I almost fainted in surprise, for this is from someone who can scream her lungs at someone for walking in at 8.02am in the morning and yet there were supposed to be in by 8.00am. God has worked miracles in this office!

I have been a bad naughty blogger of late… would anyone want to spank me for it? I am sure Sleek and Mr. B2B wouldn’t mind having a go since they were complaining about it…

I am a 40D. For y’all who are of the male species and have no clue what I am on about, that is a bra size. Yeah, I know it is a large bust. Once upon a time it was a 36C, it seems like such a while back and in those days I  used to think it was huge. When I would hear of people being able to get ‘reductions’ done, I would wish that it was affordable for some of us… and then it goes and gets bigger!

But that is not what I want to bitch about. Peeps with big boobs are not taken care of in our beloved country. Yes, my issue is about not being able to get good bras my size. The shops/ stores where it it ispossibleto get them, the prices are for world cup! When Mr. Price opened, I thought my prayers were answered for I didn’t have to ask my friends who were in outside contries to get for me some. When I checked their store out, there was a variety in different designs and colours which totally suits me so I was determined to be one of their regular customers for the lingerie. So some time last month I went there armed to the teeth with dimes to get some lingerie, specifically the bras. I zeroed in on the various designs that I wanted but on checking for my size, there is nada except some ugly non-underwired ones! And the sales chick tells me,

“Sorry madam. Very many customers have complained but ‘they’ have not done anything so far.”

So I ask her if there is hope of bringing some in the larger sizes and she says that possibly at the end of the month. I haven’t gone back to check for knowing Ugandans, they will most likely be there some time during Christmas.

I have the same problem with Enka Rasha in Garden City. There are some lovely bras there but the largest is a 34 C.Why  are they all hating on the big busted chicks?! This is Africa, we are naturally richly endowed! They better recognize!

The Secret of Happiness is something that has eluded human beings since the dawn of time. It is something that we all wish we had the answer to but only few have an inkling of what it is really about. While pursuing this secret, it has caused many people to cause harm to others, a lot of evil and doing stupid unimaginable acts.

A friend sent me this via email from pravsworld.com and I wanted to share it with y’all… Do you think it is this simple?

There once was a very wealthy and successful man. He had more money than he could ever spend and he was admired and looked up to by his community. Still, he knew that something was missing in his life. He wasn’t happy. All his life he had pursued happiness and strived for happiness but had never been able to find it.

Then one day he heard about a hidden temple in Nepal that had a special room that contained the secret to happiness. He immediately sold all that he owned and set out to find this hidden temple. After many years of searching and countless hardships he arrived there. He was weary and pennyless, but he knew that none of that mattered now that he had found the temple.

He asked a wise, smiling monk if he could enter the special room. The monk agreed and showed him the stairs leading to the room. He climbed them with legs shaking with anticipation and slowly opened the door. He stared into the room with sunlight streaming through the window and saw what he had come so far to find. There hanging on the wall was the secret of happiness. The man gazed at his reflection in the mirror and laughed.

It is time that we all realized that we are the secret to our own happiness. Happiness is a choice that we make within. God loves us and gives each one of us the ability to fill our lives with love, joy, peace, happiness, and oneness with Him. We need only choose to do so moment by moment and day by day.

It doesn’t matter what our outer circumstances are either, because the Kingdom of Heaven is within us. Don’t spend the rest of your life searching the world for happiness then.

Just look in the mirror and laugh. Just let the happiness flow from your heart, mind, and soul until it fills your life and the lives of all those around you.

This is courtesy of Be Silent…

1. What time did you get up this morning?
7:15am.
2. How do you like your steak?
I don’t like steak.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
The Proposal (and so loved it!)
4. What is your favorite TV show?
Hmmm… don’t think I have a particular one
5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
The Maldives for a while then get back to Kampala
6. What did you have for breakfast?
Weetabix
7. What is your favorite cuisine?
Indian
8. What foods do you dislike?
Meat
9. Favorite Place to Eat?
At home
10. Favorite dressing?
For food or clothes?
11.What kind of vehicle do you drive?
None at the moment but hopefully by the end of this month, a VW Beetle
12. What are your favorite clothes?
Jeans with a comfortable top
14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?
Most of the time ½ full
15. Where would you want to retire?
Where I shall have my home at the time
16. Favorite time of day?
Just when I am getting into bed
17. Where were you born?
In a hospital J
18. What is your favorite sport to watch?
Tennis
19. Who do you think will not tag you back?
Do I need to be tagged back?
20. Person you expect to tag you back first?
Does it matter?
21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?
You
22. Bird watcher?
Surprisingly, yes I am.
23. Are you a morning person or a night person?
Night person
24. Do you have any pets?
Sadly, no
25. Any new and exciting news you’d like to share?
Well… God is real and He cares
26. What did you want to be when you were little?
So many things: Actress, Accountant, Astronaut, Architect
27. What is your best childhood memory?
Dinner with my father
28. Are you a cat or dog person?
Cat
29. Are you married?
That is a mystery
30. Always wear your seat belt?
Yes
31. Been in a car accident?
Glad to say and thankful to God, no
32. Any pet peeves?
Someone who goes back on their word or does not fulfill their promises
33. Favorite Pizza Toppings?
Don’t really like pizza
34. Favorite Flower?
White roses
35. Favorite ice cream?
Chocolate, chocolate and then some more chocolate!
36. Favorite fast food restaurant?
Nope
37. How many times did you fail your driver’s test?
None
38. From whom did you get your last email?
A friend
39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?
I so wouldn’t tempt myself with a credit card
40. Do anything spontaneous lately?
Decided to go on holiday

41. Like your job?
Not any more.
42. Broccoli?
No thank you.
43. What was your favorite vacation?
Travelling around Uganda
44. Last person(s) you went out to dinner with?
Him
45. What are you listening to right now?
Sanyu FM
46. What is your favorite color?
Red
47. How many tattoos do you have?
Oh I wish!
48. How many are you tagging for this quiz?
Everyone who even glances at this
49. What time did you finish this quiz?
13.43hrs
50. Coffee Drinker?
Yes, love it!

I have really wanted to get a post up but time has been a real hinderance. We are now tres tres busy. The posts are usually floating in my mind but the time to get them jotted down is non-existant.

Y’all have a fabulous weekend.

• My baby boy can count from 1 to 100 and he can write properly the numbers 1 to 20. Yeah he is blessed with intelligence.
• It is amazing to be able to fall in love with someone so many times. Once is good, and then it happens again, again and again. We were having some ‘us’ time on Saturday, with him that it is, and at one point I glanced at him and it hit me once again, how much I love him.
• I was reliably informed that I am demanding, sometimes needed to be reminded that I am of the female species, can be difficult and more or less have too many un-necessary issues. Yeah, can one more or less summarise it as being a bitch? During the discussion, can’t the good things about me balance out the bad? Do I always take much more than I ever give back?
• Eh eh, I am really proud of my Rhys.
• The other day, I was in a taxi with a lady and a young boy sitting infront of me. The boy sneezed and he didn’t bother to cover his mouth. I expected and waited for the lady to say ’Bless you’ to him and that he should cover his mouth but she didn’t say nada. That really surprised me. Even my boy says bless you to someone who sneezes!
• One of my dreams as a young girl was to study aeronautical engineering and astronomy. A former schoolmate who I hadn’t talked to in a while called me and reminded me of that particular dream. She asked if I was still interested in it and when I thought about it, I realised that life has changed and so have my priorities. But it got me wondering, if everything aligned for me to actually study or if the opportunity was presented without any hassle in some gold wrapping, would I take it?
• Once upon a time, I used to dream of my father being the president of our country. Children! Being a child is really wonderful. Well, I grew up and was thankful that he wasn’t and never would be.  

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.

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!

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.