It’s a Wrap

Hey how are you doing?

Since it’s a wrap for 2015, naturally sentiments are running high and for those of us who are  self-proclaimed writers there is a desire to scribble a thing or two before fireworks go up.

Everything I have wanted to write came off a tad bit cliche end of year yada yada & yet I am on a quest to be all cool, which explains why for Christmas I just reblogged from joeljjemba.wordpress.com. It was a pretty good read which brought some real much needed Christmas perspective I hope you read it.:D

So end of year huh? First things first I hope your Christmas was as much of a blast as mine. My legs are still recovering from all the dancing and my digestive system from all the exorbitant amounts of food while my brain is busy crafting a sound explanation to mother dearest for skipping curfew 3 nights in a row….( that sounds like work that may shift into the new year)

This year I read more, not the law books to which I have a solemn obligation to, but things with a less legal inclination especially other people’s blogs. It made me realize that the best part of doing this is reading other people’s work. It’s a real honor to learn from just people’s thoughts. So in the spirit of all things educational here are my top lessons from 2015

  1. Pearl of a Africa things

I came across koikoiug.wordpress.com, it’s a blog about a campaign by Ugandans for Uganda. The spirit of the campaign is to emphasize the Uganda we know and love one amazingly captured picture at a time. I learnt from these kafundakreative ( yes that’s what they call themselves) people that beneath the load shedding, a tired education system,  police officers whose job description entails undressing & publically humiliating women, a failed healthcare system, cringeworthy policies, ministries that are on a snooze- fest and gutless lawmakers, lies a Uganda that is beautiful and unique to Uganda.

From simple things like a vibrant night -life,people having favorite  boda and rolex guys and kadongo kamu to nature’s bounty ,to food and culture, koikoiug gave me things to think about, things to be mad about (in a ‘why-didn’t-I -come-up-with-this’ )kind and of way and things to learn. I learnt that you don’t have to be amused when the 100th corruption scandal in a month  is mentioned ,but you can celebrate the parts of Uganda you love , those you want Uganda depicted as, aside from that, koikoiug teaches that being local is the new cool.( Someone should have told me that in my Nabisunsa days)

2. Growing up is not as fancy as the adults made it seem when I was young.

I had an opportunity to work this year. Partly because mother dearest made me & partly because I was on a mission to overcome comfort zone syndrome. Between the routine,the deadlines,the incredibly  boring meetings, and having no say as to whether you travel to Ibanda or not among other occupational hazards like a few ‘ gentlemen ‘ preferring a conversation with your body parts  other than your brain ,I learnt that I should be young longer because growing up is a trap.

3. We are all better off with a daily dose of gratitude.

My friends Mercy and Hope made me blog seven days in a row about things I am grateful for and I discovered during and after the challenge that whining and complaining drains and sucks the life out of anyone who goes down that road and my life has not been the same since. ( in a dramatic voice)

4. I love Uganda’s music probably more than I        have cared to admit.

Maybe because of how Sam Kimera soothingly and with sound conviction  lays down the lyrics of “Slow Down” like its the  gospel, or how Abaasa’s ” Rukungiri Mixtape” restores my faith in the existence of greatness or how MoRoots  Christmas song is the best thing I have ever heard,or because I can’t explain why I can’t get Goodlyfe’s ” Neera” out of my head, ( all recommendations from , me to you to put your data to good use and take a listen at the soundcloud.com and thank me later) the truth is I have a genuine love for this our home grown music.

5.  There is still a lot of good to go around.

Paris attacks and the racial discrimination accusations that followed aside, Burundi crisis and everything else that could have gone South for you or someone you know courtsey of someone terrible also aside, goodness really does exist.

Just the other day I was reading from bikozulu.com, a Kenyan blogger who with millions of people raised 6millon KShs to assist a 22 year old student battling brain cancer. It reminded me of NTV Uganda’s drive this year to save Rosemary who although didn’t survive received overwhelming support from people. Then there is Jajja Flora and her big heart to create a home for children, then these 40_40 guys ( all I know is they do good work), I could go on but you get the point. Goodness is very much alive among us.

Clearly it’s been an educational 12months for me I hope it has been for you too and feel free to let me in on those lessons..

At this point it’s the right thing to wish you an election violence free 2016 & hope you found something merry about the 25th of December + I love you for reading

ps: My occasional best friend Richard was complaining that I never mention him on  my blog so Richard, there you go…

 

The Best Christmas Gift

I don’t really remember the best gift I have ever been given besides the phenomenal gift of Christ..
While I work on my Christmas /end of year master post here is a reminder from another blogger of why Christmas is a celebration

Joel Jemba

Someone once said Christmas is the time of the year when people behave the way they should the rest of the year; People became generous or more generous, caring or more caring and many other random acts of kindness. And many people suddenly notice their spiritual being hence go to church on Christmas Day. It still beats my understanding, why only in the festive season does this happen? But anyway I found the norm of the world like this and I might as well leave this world when it’s still the same, no?

Well, this time being a special time of the year, many people give gifts to; loved ones, friends, family, in-laws and strangers. And it always feels good to receive a gift. The first Christmas gift I received was from my parents and I was 8years old by then, they bought me a pair of shoes that had…

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