In order for a man to have sex, he has to be aroused, right? And this can only happen when something has gotten him “excited”, that he has seen, felt, imagined to make him “happy”, right?

My question is, is it possible for an adult man to be raped by a woman?

Seriously, does such a concept really exist?


Taking things for granted…

Yesterday evening, I left the office late, decided to walk to town since the traffic jam was for world cup to meet a friend. Saw a nice looking babe in a lovely oufit and was appreciating her whole look when I noticed that I couldn’t see her right arm and just thought that maybe she had put it behind her back while talking to the dude she was with. On further “inspection”, saw that the sleeve was tucked into her blouse because she didn’t have a right arm!

Quite frankly, there could have been a number of things that caused hat but my first thought was that she was probably born that way.

When I was expecting Rhys, I watched on the news a piece about a couple appealing for financial assistance because they had had a child with no limbs whatsoever. My heart beat went into overdrive at that point. What if my baby had the same problem. Serious prayer ensued. This actually freaked me out so hard to the point that when Rhys was born, I asked if he had all his limbs, with all the fingers and toes then asked about the sex… of the baby that is (Iwaya can tell that your mind had started straying…).

Seeing that lady just reminded me of all this and made me realise that we really take a lot for granted… that everyone shall have a fully functioning body with all senses… that the sun will come out tomorrow… that we have good clohtes to wear (not so sure about you Mr. B2B)… that there is food on the table all day… that we can have a shower and live in clean homes… which reminds me…

Was on my way to work some time last week, walking again (banange I need a sweet ride, like a cute VW Beetle, like the one in The Mexican)… anyway, saw a lady who was sells newspapers, sweets, groundnuts and the like on the sidewalk giving her baby a bath right there on the street! The kid was sitting on a newspaper, had soap all over her and there was a guy standing next to the chick with a 500ml water bottle, I guess helping with the bath. I was speechless, thought it was a real kodak moment but some of us, unlike Iwaya and Tumwi, don’t walk around with cameras. But seriously, WTF! Poor child is being given a bath on the bloody street! I don’t even want to imagine what the rest of her life will be like… will it get better or will that set the pattern of her life?

Before I was a Mom…

Before I was a Mom

I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.

I didn’t worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.

I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom  
I had never been puked on.

Pooped on.

Chewed on.

Peed on.

I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.

I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom

I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots.

I never looked into teary eyes and cried.

I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.

I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom

I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn’t want to put him down. 
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn’t stop the hurt.

I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.

I never knew that I could love someone so much.

I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom

I didn’t know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn’t know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.

I didn’t know that bond between a mother and her child. 
I didn’t know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.

I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache,the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.

I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.  rhys.jpg


A friend after reading this post said nga the children at yours (translation, your neighbourhood) have funky names and I thought of the various names that Rhys could have had:

Aloysius (I so die)

Bakashabaruhanga (lovely but so loooong)

Chandler (lol…)

David (was my Dad’s name so definitely)

Eugene (don’t think so)


Gandalf (ooooh….)




Keifer (you know!)








Seven (I so like)




Wilberforce (yeah, with mob vigour)

Xavier (ooooh, I so like)


Zeus (munange, as a good Christian, I couldn’t)

So do you feel me?