Walking in reverse

“Opportunity knocks once.” I don’t know whether it is proverb or a saying or a common statement used by the ordinary Ugandan. Whenever I pick The Saturday Vision and New Vision, I read the writers’ name before I let my eyes explore the story. There are particular people I’ll look out for. Carol (Natukunda/Kasujja/Kezaabu), Ernest Bazanye, Angela Kintu, Esther "Namungojji", Babara Among and Joseph Kabuleta. I’ll not want dwell too much in typing all the names. Its a whole list of columnists I follow. 

I was always told by people around me on how it is hard to get into New Vision as a writer. This made me believe that it was actually very hard and that I’d need connections to get in, but each time I’d read the newspaper I noticed the writers in there were very good at what they did. Despite that I gave up so fast and gave up on writing. 

DEC 2008. 

In my third year as a journalism student I had never written for a newspaper apart from our campus paper. So an opportunity appears. I apply to do my internship at the features desk of The New Vision. I probably had the longest application (Only new Visions’ human resource manager knows that). Driven by negative thoughts and people around me I was never with the belief I’d actually get in. 

Jan 2009

It is the second week. I have already given up on getting into New Vision so I got a place at Business Week. This was something differing of my beliefs. I take myself as an all round person, atleast I can write business, sports and politics. They offer me a contract that expired April 30th together with an ID card. In my mind I’d given up on that opportunity to work for New Vision. 

Feb 2009.

“When I was a young boy I tried to listen 

And I wanna feel like that 

Little white shadows

blink and miss them 

Part of a system, I am”

Theses are the words in my ringtone (White shadows by Coldplay). Unfortunately I have the polyphonic version. It’s around 9:00am on a Thursday, My phone rings and a soft sweet voice says

“Hullo, is this Mark?”

“Hullo, Mark here,” I reply

“I am calling from New Vision. You applied to be an intern, right?” She says

At the sound of that I freeze for a few seconds then I reply

“I did apply last year in December,” I say as I waited anxiously for what she’d tell me.

“You have been selected to do internship with us,” She says before I interrupt

“Sure?” I say. “Isn’t this some sort of prank or something,” I add

I can tell she wants to burst into laughter. She then replies “If you are still interested Just come next week on Wednesday at 8:00am. You will go to the editorial desk and ask for Helen.”

I freeze and all I say is “Ok, thank you very much.”

“If you have question, ask when you get to New Vision. Ok. Have a lovely day Mark,” She says

“Hope to see you,” I say “Have a lovely day and great weekend. It’s just one day to go,” I reply rather softly. I know how to be sweet.

There is a brief laughter and the line dies out. 

I start regretting why I was not patient and waited. I cannot terminate a contract. I did not have a convincing reason to tell my boss. Its Wednesday, I walk to industrial area, stand just at the entrance of New Vision for about 10mins then turned back and went back to Business week. Later that evening I cancel my supper plans, went to my bed and cried. The one chance I had to get in had been blown just because of a clause in a contract. 

I just wish walking in reverse was possible. In a few Months University life will be put to the shelf. I hope such a lifetime chance will appear again. I always imagine myself in the News room rubbing shoulders with some of Uganda’s good writers.

Is it for love?

How do the rich earn their money? They were patient and built their empires over the years. Well at times I wonder if am following in their footsteps. Is it that I like my internship and enjoying it? Well I do not know. When I took up this internship or I would rather call it job, the divines of providence looked fathomable. Finally I would get published. Wow

Then I started doing my work, I fell in love with work that I would walk 1km daily to and from work. No money. I was told I would be paid if I could deliver publications. Well I did. It is something I am proud of. So what exactly is wrong? Well my payment delayed by a week, a month and still counting. Am so broke that this Easter I can’t travel home or even buy an Easter egg for myself or my Kid brother. Well with all hopes slowly dwindling, a normal person would think about quitting. I cannot take myself out for a decent meal.

As normal as I am I’ve thought about it. Actually am supposed to be relaxed and fail to submit stories. But I actually cannot do this, am finding it hard not to submit. So what have I done to myself? Am I working for charity? Each day regarded as a worker. But maybe I would rather be published. Don’t know if am doing this for Love. For the love of having a by-line am walking home late and sleeping less to get a story published.

Each day I wake up I hope to get the best out of myself. Hope is what drives me. My quest to become a journalist has outstripped my desire to get myself a girlfriend. Not that I wouldn’t want one. My desire to become a good journalist has been met with a barrage of the corporate world.

The corporate world has hijacked my writing skills. Human interest is my thing but slowly I am sinking into the world of the corporate.
Am working for a business paper whose reader is the “wall street kind.” I have become that which I did not want. It is more than heartbreak to me. I have sunk in and am finding it very hard to leave.

Will I be able to leave? I do not think any time soon. I have gotten used to this. I would want to get out but where am I going. I wanted to write stories that impact society. Stories with an emotional touch. This I have seen slip away.

Not that I wouldn’t write something emotional in a business paper but because that touchy piece of writing is not the editorial policy. So have I realised my dream? I would reply am waiting to see the sun.
Maybe it is for the love of writing.

“Green Bottle” effects

In The Rainmaker a book by John Grisham, the main character RRudy Baylor is this young lawyer trying to find a place to practice but before he could sit his bar exam he works at this bar called Yogi’s. He works at the bar in order to get himself some rent and good money to make him survive as he gets a proper job in a law firm. Grisham refers to the lRudy's life as one those stages a Law student will get through before practicing law.
There is this friend of mine (I would like to his name off the radar since I have established myself as a writer I will call him Pie-o) is in a similar situation. But this would be called excitement that freedom had been relinquished to him after a long spell on “Curfew.” So he told me he had this event about 300 kilometres from the city he has to attend. He is supposed to be on the bus by 8:00am. It is around 5:00pm the day before he leaves and an Idea comes up. It is Thursday and its Rock night at this popular hangout Steak Out. He is convinced by his friends to go. They leave with at about 11:00pm after refreshing themselves an Alter Wine bottle. He had promised it would be a non-alcoholic night because of this “Bus Date” he was looking forward to.

11:45pm
He tells himself. “Today I am not going to drink a beer.” So he walks around but his eyes cannot avoid the overcrowded counter. He does not want to drink because he will be travelling with this hot girl on the bus and he hopes to get to know her.

11:50pm
He gets to the counter, pulls the wallet, flips it open and plucks out 5000/= shilling note and hands it to the waiter. “Black Ice please and a glass,” he says. His reasoning is the black will not make him drunk.

12:30am
The glass is filled with a tear drop from a crying baby. So he needs something to occupy him. He tries to talk to friends and people around. They are holding beer bottles and glasses filled halfway creating foam on the top. He told me that at this time the minute hand on his wrist watch looked stuck. He then dashed to the counter with the intention of ordering for a Stoney but he instead says “A Tusker please.” According to him the difference is that these two words are almost similar but they are names of drinks. So he says that it was no big deal

1:00am
A Tusker

1:45am
A Tusker

2:30am
A Tusker

3:15am
A Tusker

4:00am
A Tusker a friend bought. And he says that it is his last.

4:30am
Water. Tusker bottle is half full.

5:00am
gets onto a taxi and goes to his hostel and has only 3 hours of sleep. His eyes are squinted.

7:30am
He wakes up, goes to bathroom, dresses up(head pounding like crazy) and gets to the bus park

8:30am
Sits on the bus and there is the girl looking fresh and set for the journey. He says hullo and that is the end. She replies him but he cannot start a conversation but he ends up sleeping. He slept but he kept on waking up every 10 minutes because he almost hit his head on the front seat.

10:00am
He gets up and looks through the bus window he reads a sign post. “Fort Portal 10 kilometers” this wakes him up because he knows he has a short distance. Well he had missed reading the other zero at the end of the 10. It actually read Fort Portal 100km. He stays awake, talking and waiting for the arrival. His head becomes heavy, he then buys water, he feels like sweating and is uncomfortable. The girl asks if he is ok and he replies. “I swallowed PILTON before I got onto the bus. I have a cold.” I doubt if she believed him.

12:30Pm.
The bus reaches FortPortal town. He gets off, books a hotel room and gets to the event venue. He buys shades to cover his almost half open eyes. It is quite uninteresting because the main event is the next day. He can hardly make sence.

1:30Pm.
Enters the hotel room. Without hesitation he is on the bed. Well and fast asleep.

8:30pm.
Looks like a new day. He wakes fresh.
This was what happened to my Friend Pie-O. The green bottle, it is not Krest, sprite and Mountain Dew. It is that beer bottle called Tusker. He promised never to take it again. His Bus Date was a nightmare.

Death and all its friends (Viva la Vida)

I want a gun. Shoot someone. That one, who tortured me, beat me, rendered me useless, denied me entrance in the pub and stole my phone. Could this have been going through the mind of that PGB soldier who shot at people at a bar in Kampala sometime last month?

A dark crispy night, air filled with happiness. There is a buzz, people talking to each other on the fine night. The sound of glasses skimming passed peoples lips and the sudden “pshh” sound as the waitress opens a bottle. Each round table is occupied by a couple chatting silently and sipping from the glasses and bottles. In one corner a group of young lads probably in their early twenties are the loudest in the room. They watch every lady that walks passed them, they do not say anything. They just watch. At the counter a lady in short dress probably it almost reveals her thighs, her breasts are held by her dress that rounds them up and reveals the mid-line between the two breasts. She seems to be waiting for someone. She is drinking a soda and punching the buttons on her phone. The waiters and their lady counterparts move from table to table talking to the customers. They seem to be happy and everyone in the room is happy and as the night dies out and the sound of the cockroaches grows deeper and deeper.

Do these people have any idea what is going on outside the bar. They innocently drink, dance and enjoy the night as they wait for dawn to arrive. The smell of uncertainty seems to be hovering around the bar and in flash. Gunshots. The night is dead. Dawn is not breaking. The glass windows suddenly break and the people scramble to run out of the room. In a split second there is alot of screaming and wailing. A night that was filled with soft music, laughter and hush sounds comes to a sudden halt. The unexpected happens and the wailing is high. Dead is life.

So did they deserve to die? A rampage. Eight innocent lives are brought to an end. There is no justice. The night is dead. Death came with its friends and took the innocent lives away.

Open Secret.

The day payo bestowed this award he warned me not fox like he did. The Payo I know would fox. He did not include it in the 10 things about himself. Well this is about me. I almost ignored it to but the temptation was to high for me to ignore. Talking about thyself is one thing I have not done in a long time. I have been honored and touched to receive this award. So I'll bow first and unleash the person in me. I present to you Mckeith.

1. I am still intact. I'd rather not dwell on this too much but I have reserved thyself for that person am yet to find. I'd want to use the V-word but I hope you get that one.

2. I am too shy. Ok I have been close to so many people and the one thing they always tell me is that am shy. This normally happens with the female specie. Eye contact is always avoided and I normally walk head facing down with my Ipod and earphones plugged in my ears. I'll greet as many people as possible but when you start complementing me I'll blush all the way. Cant believe am typing all this stuff.

3. I like to grow my hair. Its poor quality. If you know what faded brown is then get to think of my hair. However I never get the opportunity to grow it. It gets me into trouble with my friends and family laughing at me for the quality of my hair.

4. I have only been in one relationship. S.3-S.5. Since then I have been on this quest to find that bond but it has become mission impossible.

5. I Lost my mouth-virginity last year. I'd call it a fling. It wasn't that interesting. I had yearned for this opportunity to kiss. I took the chance but I did not enjoy a piece of it. So am still hanging in there.

6. I have very many fantasies. I love to think of myself as the rich fine guy with a great family, good job and nice cars. When am walking am imagining lots of stuff that I even talk to myself. I would want to call it a level of madness. Mid-madness. It keeps me standing though.

7. I am only annoyed when am broke. When brokenness avails itself I tend to have no friends. I become so rude, grumpy and tend to carve my face with wrinkles. It is one of those things I believe every boy will worry about. I hate brokenness but when I spend I expect to get broke.

8. I cannot say no. When it comes to social issues I cannot say no. There is always a polite way of saying it but am just one guy who will say yes I can do that. Open minded. This aint no advert. Its honesty.

9. I am in love with a stranger.

10. I hate it when they call me a young boy. I know am in my early twenties but most of the people call me a young guy. 19 year old. Last year some guy at Sway bounced me at the entrance. how nice. Thats why I love keeping my hair it makes me look my age. AM OUT.


The enchanted seven that deserve this.
1. valentia
2. Carlifornia gal
3. liz
4. yz
5. payo
6. Ugandan gal
7. eizzy.k


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Haunted hotel

The Ugandan town of Fort Portal is home to one slowest talking people, the Batooro. I was given the opportunity by Coca Cola to travel to this great Kingdom. My reason for travelling will not be disclosed but for some reason I was fascinated by different things.

Well, I had to book myself into a hotel for the night. Across the horizon I could notice a pink lacework as the sun was beginning to set west of this blessed town. I walked looking for a hotel that would suit the money I had. Not that I am a broke guy but coke was paying the bills. Thanks to them by the way. Along the main street as buildings began to light up, a hotel. I’d rather not mention its name. Confidentiality is of the essence. So I got the counter. The manger, casually dressed in blue round necked shirt welcomed me to the hotel and the usual hullabaloo. But I was struck when the manager asked me something.

“Well Sir should I bring a girl for you, for the night?” He asked.
I looked at him, felt like laughing and could not help look at the guy. Then to myself I said.

“Do I look like a guy who needs a one night stand? Well maybe because my hairstyle. My afro makes me look old.”

“So where are you going to get this girl am you are going to give me for the night?” I asked him

He then with simple smile said to me. “Just say yes and I will just dial the number, she will be here in no time.”
I was shattered.

“So do people actually ask you for girls when they get here?” I asked him.
“Of course they do. I’ve already made six calls today,” He replied me.

It is amazing. He actually thought I needed a girl. Oh my.

“Well Ssebo I do not need a girl for the night. I am fine the way I came. Just make sure I have everything I asked for,” I told him

Well I went to my room and was quite uneasy. It was like a gal was going to knock at my door and ask if I needed her services. After close to an hour, I moved to the hotel lobby to watch the events at the reception. I watched on and noticed I was kind of the only person going to sleep in my room. The room was quite cold.

Whatever happened in the rooms, I could not help but eavesdrop. Some were my neighbours. I turned my music up and slept in uncertainity.

What hunger can do

This is official..... It actually happened.........
The source preferred anonymity...

Intimate connection: Kampala Vs Earth

The traffic jam around Kampala in the late evening is quite pathetic. So to beat the Jam I normally like taking a walk. I have always dreamt and I hope to drive a car in the near future. Hope the roads will be available. Now while I was walking I noticed a few things.

1. When the cars are parked in the Jam, the engines are on. Hmmm the air is no longer fresh because of such.

2. Flowing sewerage. As the cars are moving at snail speed, the gentle breeze is sticky only to notice that there was flowing sewerage.

3. Flying polythene. It’s quite windy. The hush sound of car engines and cluttering of polythene can’t be avoided. I notice polythene bags scratching on the tarmac and some flying around and just around the corner, a garbage heap. Buzzing flies with that stingy smell of rotten garbage and the flowing sewerage pre-empt me to move fast.
It was getting late.

4. As the traffic slowly begins to gain some pace. A green coloured bus, think its Nile coach passes and through the window someone sends out a “kaveera.” It doesn’t come to me but it lands on the approaching bodaboda. How sweet.

So then it was Earth day, well no one seems to know about it in Uganda. It’s a no show for the green activists. What did I do? I did switch my lights earlier than usual in order to save energy. Had less coffee candy that usual, Shut down my laptop, removed the charger from the power socket, slept when the TV was off and finally I avoided the supermarket (No “kaveera” for earth day).
Do you know that CNN used a green strip to mark earth day? Well our local TV’s never mentioned it. Bet the earth doesn’t need a day in Uganda. We already have one, “Keep Kampala city clean.” The slogan has been the driving force to the cleanliness in our great city. All this eco-stuff doesn’t matter in our beloved clean city. I need some fresh air.

All objections may be overruled.

A toast to unemployment

GOVERNMENT TO PAY JOBLESS YOUTH... Wow this is impressive stuff. My eyes could not avoid the crispy contact with this headline. Buried into reading this story I could not help think. After flipping the page and fully engaging my brains into this story, I kept on saying to myself “Lord give me a sign.” A sign to know whether this was one of those political pranks that politicians love to unleash.

So what if it is true. Then I’d rather be unemployed. Am employed at the moment, and earn around 150,000/= a month. The government will be paying between 150,000/= and 200,000/=. This may cause me to quit my job and start enjoying the tax payer’s money. Seriously I’ve thought about this and it’s kind of tickling me. I feel like laughing my head off. Could this be the end of poverty and the worries of getting a job over?

People look at this positively; imagine you getting paid for what you haven’t done. Guess it is the reward for the taxes you have been paying indirectly (VAT).

Is this real or am I being blinded by the large Font size of the headline?
Trust me this prank maybe too hard to pull off. The New Vision should have known better.

Patriotic Rants

I am Ugandan. By blood I like my country. Honestly this is one country I like. Though i’d have some reservations, in school I was never taught how to be patriotic. So it was within me to like this country. Many things I love
Sometime last week my patriotism was put to the test. I have this friend of mine who sent me mail on how this world views Uganda. And what did I just find out... I was shocked at what I read.

There was a statement that blew me off. I got so angry and felt like punching the wall.
“Kampala is a city waiting to be f*****.” This was just the beginning. In the e-mail I received some links where I could view some of these comments. When my friend sent me the email he added this statement at the bottom.
“I can’t copy this mail to any female friend, would be too much of an insult.”

This page I was linked to mainly talks about how easy it can get to hook up with a Ugandan lady. The people who post on this site are actually not Ugandans. They are big business people, some of those expatriates who come to do “great work for this country.” They come to Uganda and spend a few nights in Uganda’s top hotels......
Its a discussion board. They comments there to me are worth a treason charge.

“Just walk into the bars at the Rouge, steakout.....and you will find campus girls from MUBS n’ MUK, buy one beer, two or three and she will be yours the whole night. they come cheap.”
"Guys, I had quite a bit of Ugandan gals, where can I hook up a foreign ones.
The only strings are I buy the booze she provides the sex."

In my head I could not believe what I was reading. Then there was this other post.

“I have pictures of girls from MUBS and Makerere. If you want any just log in and view what these girls have to offer.”

Well they also talked about the hotels where they can meet cheap girls.

“You can f***** a Ugandan girl for as low as 20k.”
I like my country. We have beautiful Ladies. When I checked out this website, I got disappointed. These men pay $19.95 as annual subscription to the website to get info on which Ugandan girl is available. The posh hotels around town might be wondering why their customers love this country.

I am patriotic and reading such puts me off....... We are losing our girls to such creepy men... Am so annoyed... Seriously.

Flushed down under

3:00am Saturday morning. The room is quite. My head is spinning. The night is chilly. All my ears can hear is sound of the dogs breathing hard in the backyard. This is not in my sleep. I am awake. Awake because I cannot sleep. In my head I ask God to give me some sleep. I needed it after a long hard day.

So I wait. I turn left, then right, blanket on the face, then off the face, face up and then face down. Still I cannot sleep. So I needed something to make me sleep but could not find it. Slowly my mind went into deep thoughts. Thoughts of what my life would, should or can be. I do not know.

Growing up I had always wanted to be a doctor. Does that sound interesting? As a kid I actually had a passion of being this kind of person. So I went to school. Biology, Chemistry, Physics and Mathematics, these were subjects I loved. I attended each lesson. Well by the time I left secondary school there was thing they called Balancing equations. Well by that time I could hardly balance. They looked like stars to me. Chemistry confused my head. The periodic table, Huh.... unbelievable. I think one thing I understood was Titration. Mixing chemicals into chemicals, right? The theories in physics screwed me up, the biology terms were killer and for mathematics, i’d rather not talk about it.
That explains it. The dream had"died". Out like a candle in the wind. Helpless but could not light it again. Now here I am a journalist in the making. Know that Zain slogan? A wonderful world.....

Would I be blogging?

I must admit am enjoying this life as a young reporter and a blogger. At that point I recovered my sleep. Slowly I slept. I went back into the life of uncertainity.

The newscast “Back Story”

I love watching the news.
Visual effects are lovely.
They speak to me.
I must admit.
The reason for watching the news could be getting information on current affairs.
Well I guess there is another angle to these news casts.
Have you ever thought of the news anchors?
They can make the story attractive.

Get a hot anchor and I will watch.
Not because the stories are interesting.
But maybe,just maybe I would watch.
Content matters but that hot and smart anchor could be
the difference.
Ahem..... I love the news.
Bravo NTV for Karungi and Rosemary , NBS the lady called Biira...
ooops... Try CNN.... Some anchor called McEdwards
then there is Aisha Shasey, ummmmmm Zain Verge...

Embrace thy musical creativity

Relaxing while eating my blue pen cover, Earphones plugged in my ears. My Nokia 6030 has a radio function. I proudly want to listen to music. I have quite a number of radio stations saved. So I start tuning.

93.3 KFM... the song playing: “Oli mugatti gwa batta, bread and batta.”
I don’t know the exact title but the song is about this girl who is batter/margarine for the bread.

91.3 Capital.... “Boomshackatack” the song title I also find complicated. But well i have no idea what it means. It sounds like: Boom shark attack.

90.0 Radio one. Not a local song this time. “Big in Japan tonight, big in japan all night...” The title of this one is “Big in Japan.”

100 Hot 100... “Lollipop”... Lilwayne’s with a song about a lollipop. I must admit this song sells like hot candy (is there any?)

95.9 Touch FM... “White Shadows.” This Coldplay tune is all about chasing white shadows. Kinda funny huh!! I’ve never seen a white shadow.

99.0 East Africa radio..... “All the single ladies, all the single ladies” Beyonce keeps on repeating those words. I love the way she repeats the words... It’s all I hear.

94.8 Vision Voice... “If we’re a boy” Ok now Beyonce is making my day. From single ladies then to being a boy.... wow that’s something now.

My rest is over and need to get back to work. I must admit the creativity of musicians. It is just the killer. Oh there other radio station like cbs,akabozi,simba, super etc..... The creativity is just something.....
I need to unplug these earphones...duty calls...

Shopping into the "gutter"

I am not the tallest person on earth but my height number is one thing I do not know. Am I something like 5'7 0r 6'5. Seriously I do not know my height. What is the Fuss?
It is one of those days I wake up get to the shower(a cold one). Getting clothes to put on is never a hustle. I do not have many clothes in my bag. Provided I do no own my own wardrobe. This is not surprising am a boy.

Just a few days ago i realized that I did not have clothes to put on. It was Easter and had to attend a special church event. I simply could not get what to put on. I do not want to blame anyone for this, i think its completely my fault. Whenever I get an unprecedented amount of money, i look forward to getting clothes. Well blame me or not i never get the clothes in.
My yearning to get great clothes is high. One evening I decided to go shopping Down town market. Looking at the clothes I did not like what I saw. Then I saw very nice jeans. According to my eyes they were nice. I bought them. I'd rather not mention the price tag its quite disappointing. I have this bargaining problem. I simply find it hard to bargain. Well I got those Finely tailored expensive jeans.

Two months down the road. They are no more. They are terrible and in a sorry state. Stupidly the jeans had no value to me. This is one of those horrifying tales of mine. In my whole "shopping career" I have never bought anything and it lasts. Apart from my shoes, I have never had the the best rewards on the clothes I buy. Fukes.

Don't know what that may mean, but I know someone will not believe this. I actually depend on what other people buy for me. But in the last 1 year I have hardly received any gift. Ahem. I need a complete bailout. One of my friends always tells me to find a girlfriend. Well we'll see to that. But i highly doubt if my shopping drought is just about to end.

Should I just assume its not a male thing.

Making the first move

Most of the people will think making the 1st move is so easy but my God it is just so hard. I beg for some protection here. I have always wanted to tell this girl how I feel and its not been so easy for me for some years. There are things you always fear.

1. She is going to ask you who gave you the feelings

2. She is going to ask me whether I am the first boy to have seen her.

3. Probably she will think that you are nuts.

4. You may not want the shame of being blasted like a golf club.........

5. She will pretend not know what you are going to talk about...

I have done this for some good time. I always tell my boys with confidence.
“I like that girl and bet on it am going to tell her how i feel.” East to say. But by the time I get to her, it is another story. I start my normal Jazz.........

Is that crap? No it aint. I have always seen myself as a confident boy but some things bring me close to my toes. By the time I am going to tell the girl they already know. They wait for me to talk. It is annoying. Can’t the girl ever make the first move?
Girls please!!!!!!

My “Viewer discretion fantasy”

So they say there is a fantasy world out there....? Actually am not sure if it is a question because I know I have my own fantasies...

So u had better make up your mind... Is anyone getting' my point or you probably thinking this guy is insane... Can I get 2 the point... In my fantasy world (I call it my fantasy world coz it is not like yo's) I had a pretty decent thought of me being in a music video. Now the fantasy is not doing' the break-dance or being with a large chain wit' the inscription MC. Are u still wit me or u r getting bored...please type your comment below this page..

Hey I wasn’t concluding my fantasy. I have watched the latest 'porn'(now you thinking the guy is immoral)... If you have noticed our music videos are not music videos they in fact have no people singing but they get great gals en make them strip..... Instead of one seeing a great video all u see is a bunch of beautiful ladies shaking their (censored by management) en waging in front of 50coins,kanye,snoop double g en others I cannot mention for purposes of loyalty... The missing word after those names is 'faces'.

Imagine me in such a music 'porn' video... So you probably think this guy is totally immoral, a psychopath en whatever u can think about... But in my fantasy I actually get fired. Why did I get fired? I just couldn’t keep my head straight. What the 'eeeeeeh' is this guy talking about what some of u r thinking. You want 2 know? Ok what’s the fuss about sex? En getting ladies 2 undress 4 the cameras.

Think I should have remembered the word sexy in this. When am watching t.v with my parents and young sis or brother, they always want to change the channel. Ohh my!!! It can be annoying. Music videos should get something like this before they are aired.
“The video you are about to watch contains mature situations. Viewer discretion is advised.”
My pleasure to host you...

idle notes (continued):the oscars and nobel peace prize

I was talking about songs of love to have us change the language because despite the way people have sung about love there is beef everywhere i had an idea that probably shakespears language wld be of an advantage to the spreading of love across the airwaves........

Now as i was thinking of the next 20 years (i will be 40 i guess) something like a shooting star ******* crossed my mind and i was like.......hey get back here and i write you down.................!!!!! should i write it down ummmmmmm yes.....okDont you think that the above idea could get me an oscar... besides i think i have the qualities. Having a documentary done is the only thing remaining.......and then......THE OSCAR GOES TO (then the drums, the anxiety, the cameras,the eyes) MARK KEITH..........................immediately i stand up and recieve the oscar probably from NICOLE SW(cant realy spell it but shes from the pussycat dolls) or even SHAKESPEAR(since we have poeple who think they can become a shakespear..........

What follows then is my speach which of course will be captivating with lots of HERE DOTH I WISH TO ABSTENTIASLY THANK THEE FOR THY SUPPORT..........blabla(then hand claps, the cameras..ohhhh autographs)And then we head of to the after party......................gosh thats what had come to my mind.....but what was i thinking before this came.................ok ................think i remember.......yeah "THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE FOR PEACE..............goes to ME.........and this is because of his effort to make the world understand wht love is all about" Sec.gen of the UN Ban KI Moon (Koffi Annan just settling down in Ghana) And then my Shakespean speech is unlished like a rocketI THANK ALL YEE FOR THY PRIZE....HOPE THE LOVETH THAT DOTH TRANSENDS THY UNIVERSE BE UNTO YOU.............blablablaOfcourse not 4getting the heroic welcome in uganda..........Limos...people..state house invitation and loads of friends

21st Century American Revolution

Many revolutions have backbönes. In the days when we studied european history we had the 1789 french revn. But be4 that we had the american revon. The americans revolted against the british.

Here is the latest revolution against anytìn' that looks british. Cricket hahaha i hve neva heard the usa play cricket but they have their own verson and its called baseball. And hey they have catches but they have saves.The thought of having an America (i mean usa) in the rugby world cup is asking a dog to eat grass.

The blend of rugby is referred to as American football.(that is so unique). If i may ask do they have tries in the NFL?The third resistance was the refusal to accept a boring sleeptaking netball game and made it look great and breathtaking and ladies and gentlemen the game of basketball. Do they dunk in netball? Neva seen that. Maybe we should wait.Now the best part is the fact that there was BBC and guess what the warner bros came up.. CNN.

What about the fact America has a president unlike other british colonies like the aussies, canada etc which hve the queen as the h.o.state and the pm runs govt business.Check this out the greatest movie awards r held in the USA. (ask the actors and theyll tell u."an oscar is all i need"). The funny thing is there r many british actors gettin' awards. Look at the musicians ooh my does Craig David still live in britain. Thank God for the Patriotic Dido. I'll continue later but one musician said this."WE AMERICAN PEOPLE ARE FREEDOM LOVING AND WE ARE RICH BEYOND CÖMPARE". am yet to find out. Next page....pending

The latest entrant......guess who Obama........ He has swept across the world that the whole world is looking at him. He has become part of the revolution.......the 21st century one... without even holding a gun.....

do we still have song writers(its not a question)

You know it is so suprising that now days i can also be a song writer. Why? The answer is so simple. We are singing about love everyday and hey for the producers its just the sae beat for one artist. Do we still have song writers. well i believe we have just a pinch of them compared to the number of artists. These days less thinking is needed. so i will just sit down and begin.....
stanza 1
this will include how i was walking accross the street and then met this girl and we fell in love head over heals. (i wonder what that love is called) by the way in the video i would have this very beautiful gal dressed to kill...... ohoh no to fall in love
the words to use are.....
as i was walking accross the street, entering a club blabla.
and hey dont 4 get for the songs of betrayal we can say the gal was cheating on me, loved my money and also how the girl failed to cook 4 me

Chorus
perfect then in the chorus you find words... like
i love you, i will never leave you, you are my reason for breathing, i saw you in the many and and i saw you.
those could make a perfect chorus..of course the flattery has got to be owesome e.g the moment you leave me i will just be so incomplete blablabla

stanza 2
in this stanza its the perfect time to tell the gal what am going to do for her, love her and care for her. tell her that a going to spend the rest of the time with her and all the cliches of love you can think about.

stanza 3
this is where i bring in a rapper.
heyo... .. am goona give you all the money.............
the rapper has to have a deep voice ad with kind of like a dry throat

and tht would be the end of my song.


What am trying to show is that we are singing only one thing and sounds so bad that even some of the singers use almost the same beat for every song.....
we can be unique, lets take our time and write songs lets not rush into making a song boring. you listen to a song and the next day you hear the same words in the same song.