I have been travelling around the country for the past 7 days and still have 7 more to go. Well most people will be like, wow lucky girl. I mean sleeping in the upclass accommodation places and seeing the best of Uganda, travelling in a comfy 4-wheel drive car…. but there are some vital things I am missing besides reeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllly missing Rhys.
My son turned 2 two days ago, 23rd October and I missed it! I felt like a bad mother because of it. A friend of mine consoled me saying that he definately won’t remember but I will. Whenever I think about, I feel guilty. Oh well…
And then a good friend of mine is getting married on the 27th and this is a wedding I have been looking forward to like for 6 months or more. And I’m going to miss it. Tight!
Yesterday there was drama at the home, specifically in the compound.
Our neighbours have a son, Grey, who is more or less my boy’s age, about 6 months older than Rhys. They usually play together but with close supervision by Grey’s older siblings or our househelp Rose.
Now yesterday Rose wasn’t around and therefore Rhys was at home with only his Kaka (not the footballer, his grnadma) so she lets him out to play and Grey comes to join his friend. For soem time they are playing nice, kicking the ball to each other and chasing one another.
Then all not so good breaks loose! My young man decides he wants to throw the ball around while Grey is holding the ball telling him to walk back a distance so that he can kick the ball to him. Rhys decides he will have his by all means necessary and despite Grey being older, Rhys is bigger and definately stronger (Kikiga power, need I say more?). Well mister starts pushing and pulling the boy in an area of the compound where there are some large stones which Grey could fall on and seriously get hurt. Now imagine the misery of the grandmas who are the only adults around at the precise moment and yet the boys are far away from them. Can you imagine them trying to run fast to prevent the catastrophe!
Well blessedly, the Lord wisely intervened by giving Grey the thought of inlicting some pain on Rhys to cause him to let go and so he bit one of my young man’s fingers, of which I guess the pain and shock of it caused him to release him.
At that point in time, you don’t think that it’s funny but I found it hilarious.
Rhys loves music, just like his Mama. The thing is, the type of songs he likes is interesting and well surprising, especially when I mention it in passing to someone when one of those songs he likes is playing.
These are a few of those songs:
Sinzia – Nameless
Bigula – Ngoni
Give It To Me – Timbaland, Nelly Furtado, Justin T
How Do I Breathe – Mario
What Goes Around… – Justin Timbalake
The Way I Are – Timbaland
Big Brother Tune
Fire – East African Bashment Crew (he really likes Nazizi, when she comes on he says, ‘fire’)
Umbrella – Rihanna
Jangu – Obssessions
Promiscuous Girl – Nelly Furtado
Get Up – Ciara feat. Chamillionaire
When one of the songs is showing on tv, he will stop whatever he is doing (most of the time being naughty), get closer to the tv in a mesmerized trance-like state and watch, listening intently like his life depended on it.
Looking at the songs, you can notice that they all really have a nice beat and a number of them are Timbaland productions (should let him know he has an almost 2 year old fan).
Some of the songs, he actually dances away. It’s fascinating how children are born with this natural dancing rythm.