*Invisible Mother*..

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'

Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?

Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England . Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking round at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'

In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.

The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof, No one will ever see it. And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.

No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become. At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction.. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness.

It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.

I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there..'

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.

life is so spicied.................up n down

Ordinary: People who live in glass houses should not throw
stones.
Professor: Individuals who make their abodes in vitreous
edifices would be advised to refrain from catapulting perilous
projectiles.

Ordinary: Twinkle, twinkle, little star!
Professor: Scintillate, scintillate, asteroid minim!

Ordinary: All that glitters is not gold.
Professor: All articles that coruscate with resplendence
are not truly auriferous.

Ordinary: Beggars are not choosers.
Professor: Sorting on the part of mendicants must be
interdicted.

Ordinary: Dead men tell no tales.
Professor: Male cadavers are incapable of rendering any
testimony.

Ordinary: Beginner's luck!
Professor: Neophyte's serendipity!

Ordinary: A rolling stone gathers no moss.
Professor: A revolving lithic conglomerate accumulates no congeries
of small, green, biophytic plant.

Ordinary: Birds of a feather flock together.
Professor: Members of an avian species of identical
plumage tend to congregate.

Ordinary: Beauty is only skin-deep.
Professor: Pulchritude possesses solely cutaneous
profundity.

Ordinary: Cleanliness is godliness.
Professor: Freedom from incrustations of grime is
contiguous to rectitude.

Ordinary: There is no use crying over spilt milk.
Professor: It is fruitless to become lachrymose of
precipitately departed lactile fluid.

Ordinary: You can't try to teach an old dog new tricks.
Professor: It is fruitless to attempt to indoctrinate a
superannuated canine with innovative maneuvers.

Ordinary: Look before you leap.
Professor: Surveillance should precede saltation.

Ordinary: He who laughs last, laughs best.
Professor: The person presenting the ultimate cachinnation
possesses thereby the optimal cachinnation.

Ordinary: All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
Professor: Exclusive dedication to necessitous chores
without interludes of hedonistic diversion renders Jack a hebetudinous
fellow.

Ordinary: Where there's smoke, there's fire!
Professor: Where there are visible vapours having their provenance
in ignited carbonaceous materials, there is conflagration.














Difference between an ordinary English-speaking person and a Professor





Ordinary: People who live in glass houses should not throw stones.

Professor: Individuals who make their abodes in vitreous edifices would be advised to refrain from catapulting perilous projectiles.



Ordinary: Twinkle, twinkle, little star!

Professor: Scintillate, scintillate, asteroid minim!



Ordinary: All that glitters is not gold.

Professor: All articles that coruscate with resplendence are not truly auriferous.



Ordinary: Beggars are not choosers.

Professor: Sorting on the part of mendicants must be interdicted.



Ordinary: Dead men tell no tales.

Professor: Male cadavers are incapable of rendering any testimony.



Ordinary: Beginner's luck!

Professor: Neophyte's serendipity!



Ordinary: A rolling stone gathers no moss.

Professor: A revolving lithic conglomerate accumulates no congeries of small, green, biophytic plant.



Ordinary: Birds of a feather flock together.

Professor: Members of an avian species of identical plumage tend to congregate.



Ordinary: Beauty is only skin-deep.

Professor: Pulchritude possesses solely cutaneous profundity.



Ordinary: Cleanliness is godliness.

Professor: Freedom from incrustations of grime is contiguous to rectitude.



Ordinary: There is no use crying over spilt milk.

Professor: It is fruitless to become lachrymose of precipitately departed lactile fluid.



Ordinary: You can't try to teach an old dog new tricks.

Professor: It is fruitless to attempt to indoctrinate a superannuated canine with innovative maneuvers.



Ordinary: Look before you leap.

Professor: Surveillance should precede saltation.



Ordinary: He who laughs last, laughs best.

Professor: The person presenting the ultimate cachinnation possesses thereby the optimal cachinnation.



Ordinary: All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

Professor: Exclusive dedication to necessitous chores without interludes of hedonistic diversion renders Jack a hebetudinous fellow.



Ordinary: Where there's smoke, there's fire!

Professor: Where there are visible vapours having their provenance in ignited carbonaceous materials, there is conflagration.

DON’T CHEAT YOURSELF. PAY YOUR TAXES.

Its quite a long time we have been in business and things are quite doing so well, yeah, its really good news to hold a business regardless of the nature it falls into, but one thing that we all have got in common is that, we owe our clients their due. As all of us know, directly or indirectly our clients are always those we care for the most, after all they are the reason to why business are sustained and why many employers are ready to invest thousands of shillings everyday to the various advertising agencies. The authorities as we all know it, are the ones rightly designated by virtue of our constitution to do the collection of our taxes and a review of the benefits will make us reconsider our position especially if we have been cheating on our loved ones, by giving them their share as a token of appreciation for all that they continue to do for us especially by honestly filling in our tax returns (URA).
Accessibility to our social services improves as the civil servants will be content with their pay hence lessen and in the long term eliminate strikes, riots in the civil service, the worst being witnessed recently in South Africa. When one goes to Mulago Hospital, it will be a miracle to be worked on at the same rate you would witness in a private hospital, and also talking about the private wing whereby if you don’t have more than 20,000/= you should forget about any response and move to the public wing, crowds of desperate patients waiting for doctors who hardly ever show up at their designated hours, and as its seen often, some blame the doctors, but in reality it’s the government which cant afford them the pay they deserve, so as usual of human nature, they behave as observed and justifying further the creating of a private wing in a national referral hospital. As most of us blame the gov’t for failing to serve, in reality, we are to blame, because we cheat ourselves and at the same time we demand for what we didn’t help to come true. If only many of us would be more loyal, a great improvement would be witnessed in this sector for the betterment of our lifespan fellow Ugandans. When we turn to the infransture especially the roads, actually many journalists have identified Kampala city as the pothole city of sub-saharan Africa and its true because of all the capital cities in these countries, Kampala overtakes them. Well, some of us would say its due to the shoddy work, corruption and lack of transparency especially as witnessed during the offering of tenders for CHOGM road construction, which roads started collapsing before the end of the year and just to remind us, the loans always the gov’t acquires, its you and me, who pay for them. Imagine our taxes are paid fairly to over ¾ of the URA projections for every financial year, although we cant change many things in politics especially on how the visionaries are pushing the nation, we would effect our comfort and lessen on the traffic and have a great reason to ask the government whenever it fails to perform as per every financial year budget, but with most of us playing the game, milking our nation without feeding it just as fmr. president Idd Amin put it before the Asians of his day: “milking a cow without feeding it,” nothing is yet to change. As the old saying goes, you never learn how great your neighbors are good at cooking meals until you visit them one day lest you praise your mama for being the best cook in the world, I would say, visit any of our neighbors especially where we can afford or visit through the internet. I hope you have hard of the Thika highway just one of the many 8 lane highways projects in progress as here, we are busy failing ourselves and not feeding our pearl, or many of us are in for shankwanzi?? Let’s do our part, and give what belongs to the authorities, to the authorities by paying our taxes.

UMPLOYMENT AND HER ASSOCIATES

As the inflation takes on its toll, many of us are finding ourselves caught in between with no way to turn that many of us wonder, when will this dreadful nightmare stop especially with looming family responsibilities? As many are struggling to get a few shillings into their pocket especially for the basic necessities of life, many predators (fraudsters) are out their to take in their prey especially as many tend to run to get rich schemes. Something so amazing and really inexcusable for someone with a reasonable IQ because all of us in our society we are hardly ignorant of the money- thirsty-local doctors in our varied local cultures and how they can promise one wealth and prosperity and yet, they themselves are living in ramshackle structures and as always been the trend, people fail to listen to their senses and follow these obvious deductions only to fall when they are lied to by these doctors after all they employ a sort of magic which many of us hardly ever have the guts of even shouting out boldly in public due to the obvious indifference which we will receive from those around us.
This article provides us with one of the commonest pseudo (false) employers and its upon us to act on what we have learned and protect ourselves especially in money matters for all of us agree this topic is highly sensitive.

Fraudsters who promise jobs which never exist whether local or an international level and with the recent advances in the internet in our locality, many of us have to be on guard especially on international fraudster, these are highly prevalent in west Africa in particular; Ghana, Senegal for these guys are so good at hacking into email accounts and exciting one with offers they never invested in. On our local scene, many of us have got text messages during promotions especially by these giant companies in our locality claiming that we have emerged lucky winners in a recent draw, only to ask you to call them on a given telephone contact. Many because of the pressures around our rapidly agile society and the pressures that ensure, reluctantly give in their particulars especially the bank accounts only to realize that their accounts have been wiped out.

Acting the good Samaritan is something all of us have always been taught to do in our various places of worship and of recent, one man claims being short of money and seeks for some little money from a nearby gentleman, the gentleman asks for a security before handing him the dry cash and this man sends this fellow some money using M-money only for him to realize a few minutes later that the transaction had been cancelled by this man whom he helped since he had called the customer service center and requested for the cancellation. This though doesn’t mean we have to be mean, but if one wants to help someone, be careful so that you’re not easily toyed about. Accounts of this nature are so prevalent especially with the revolutionized M-money/pesa/sente/zap and remember with no evidence to pin the fraudster down, the authorities can hardly do anything good for you.

Keneth Iceland kasozi
kenicemedia@yahoo.com

Yesterday

Oh ohh noo ohh ohh

Gave you the benefit of the doubt
Till you showed me what you were about
Your true colors came out

Oh ohh

And your words couldn’t hide the scent
Cuz the truth about where you've been
Is in a fragrance I can’t recognize

Standing there
Scratching your head
Blood shot eyes, drunk with regret
(hanging yourself ten feet over the edge)

I’m done with this
Feeling like an idiot
Lovin you, I’m over it
I just don’t love you, don’t love you no more

You, you are so yesterday
Never thought you’d lose my love this way
Now you come begging me to stay

Say, you, you are so yesterday
I won’t let you rain on my parade
Don’t wanna hear a thing you say
So yesterday

Funny now how I’m gone
The little light in your head came on
Now you realize it's all your fault

Oh ohh

Don’t you wish you had a time machine
That way you could change history
That's the only way that you could be with me

Standing there
Scratching your head
Blood shot eyes, drunk with regret
(hanging yourself ten feet over the edge)


I’m done with this
Feeling like an idiot
http://www.elyricsworld.com/yesterday_lyrics_toni_braxton.html
Lovin you, I’m over it
I just don’t love you, don’t love you no more….

You, you are so yesterday
Never thought you’d lose my love this way
Now you come begging me to stay

Honey, you, you are so yesterday
I won’t let you rain on my parade
Don’t wanna hear a thing you say
So yesterday

And now you wanna reminisce
Say you wanna try again
Started with a little kiss
(we can’t even regret) no no

now I never wanna see you, never wanna feel you
ever wanna hear you
I don’t love you, don’t need you, can’t stand you
No More…..

You, you are so yesterday
Never thought you’d lose my love this way
Now you come begging me to stay)

Baby, you……
you are so yesterday
I won’t let you rain on my parade
Don’t wanna hear a thing you say

So yesterday
So yesterday
So yesterday

far away from home is never a way from home!

we always encourage each other never to despire and be strong regardless of the status and for real, at last i can also say i made it out. i made it out first in the cool ranges of the African mountains and from there all the relaxation with refreshment of every sort that i have hardly ever thought i would ever get to know, i derived. for this am gratful to those who extended there generosity and accepted a foreigner to seat with them in the same environment, a s0ciety so different and though initially i found the culture so different and so indifferent was the people's attitude towards each other, i latter found ma place and thanks to one good loyal friend i firmly established always helping me out with the interpretations of the local dialet and softening ma seemingly difficult english accent for the many locals to understand what i was trying to communicate.

at last!

Namibi Desert!

This desert is seen in Namibia and is very large. The name namib is nama for enormous! It occupies an area of 50000m² and it stretches 1600Km along the coast of the Atlantic ocean. From east to west it is about 50-160Km long.

It is considered to be one of the oldest deserts in the world because it is about 80,000,000 years old.

There is also a lot of unusual plants and animals in the desert like the Welwitschia which is a very unusual plant because it only has two long strap-shaped leaves in its whole life!

the desert is largely unpopulated and it has very big sand dunes all over its self.

Sometimes there is a lot of fog and it could be very hard to see and because it is on a coastline sometimes it makes boats lose their way. This makes the desert a sight for ship wrecks.

these dreams

Spare a little candle, save some light for me. Figures
Up ahead moving in the trees. White skin in linen,
Perfume on my wrist, and the full moon that hangs over
These dreams in the mist.

Darkness on the edge, Shadows where I stand
I search for the time on a watch with no hands,
I want to see you clearly, Come closer to this
come closer to this
But all I remember are the dreams in the mist



CHORUS
These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second
Of the night, I live another life. These dreams that
Sleep when it's cold outside, every moment I'm awake,
The further I'm away.

Is it cloak and dagger, could it be Spring or Fall?
I Walk without a cut through a stained-glass wall.
Weaker in my eyesight, a candle in my grip, and words
That have no form are falling from my lips.

CHORUS
These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second
Of the night, I live another life. These dreams that
Sleep when it's cold outside, every moment I'm awake,
The further I'm away.

BRIDGE
There's something out there I can't resist. I need to
Hide away from the pain. There's something out there
I can't resist.

The sweetest song is silence that I've ever heard.
Funny how your feet in dreams never touch the Earth.
In a wood full of princes, freedom is a kiss. But the
Prince hides his face from dreams in the mist.

CHORUS
These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second
Of the night, I live another life. These dreams that
Sleep when it's cold outside, every moment I'm awake,
The further I'm away.

CHORUS
These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second
Of the night, I live another life. These dreams that
Sleep when it's cold outside, every moment I'm awake,
The further I'm away.

the next time ifall

Love, like a road that never ends
How it leads me back again
To heartache
I'll never understand
Darling, I put my heart upon the shelf
'Til the moment was right
And I tell myself...

(Chorus:)
Next time I fall in love
I'll know better what to do
Next time I fall in love
Ooh, ooh, ooh
The next time I fall in love
The next time I fall in love
It will be with you

Oh, now, as I look into your eyes
Well, I wonder if it's wise
To hold you like I've wanted to before
Tonight
Ooh, I was thinking that you might
Be the one who breathes life
Into this heart of mine

(Repeat chorus)

(Bridge:)
Next time, I'm gonna follow through
And if it drives me crazy
I will know better why
The next time I try

(Repeat chorus)

Next time I fall in love
Oh, whoa, oh
Next time I fall in love
Ooh, ooh, ooh
The next time I fall in love
The next time I fall in love
It will be with you

mnm

am proud of everything i do.
how's that, so grate!
yeah.