The Secret of Happiness

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 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 a bit of me…

This is courtesy of Be Silent

1. What time did you get up this morning?
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?
7. What is your favorite cuisine?
8. What foods do you dislike?
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?
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?
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?
29. Are you married?
That is a mystery
30. Always wear your seat belt?
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?
37. How many times did you fail your driver’s test?
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?
45. What are you listening to right now?
Sanyu FM
46. What is your favorite color?
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?
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.

By Sybella Posted in Life

This and That

  • 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.

By Sybella Posted in Just

Negligence at Mulago!

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.


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.

Sacrifice of Praise

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.

Honesty tagging…

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

His view…



“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.