History is one thing after another.

"History is women following behind…………..with a bucket!" Did I question my femininity once in my life? I would withhold my answer with grace. After all as Josh Billings said, “Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute.”
I feel out of touch nowadays with the woman in me. Seemingly as result of relationship entanglements coupled with the hermit lifestyle I do my utmost best to uphold. But that ponder is best saved for another day. So, where does this stem from?

For a while now, I’ve been putting a hold on watching anything that might feed my mind with knowledge I can retain and tuning instead to the rubbish, the media is burning into my retina and stuffing into my brain. Oh you know what I’m talking about….the twisted and heavily edited lives of people who were once something and instead have sold their abilities like a prostitute to media corporations. And the irony of it all is that we get sucked into that world and they get paid a lump sum amount for their efforts.

So I just concluded watching The History boys and as though the title may put you off, every movie deserves a chance to show its potential. Don’t be so quick to shoot it down.

The plot revolves around eight boys in a Sheffield Grammar school in 1983 who after recently attaining the school’s highest A-level exams have to take a History exam in order to get into Oxford and Cambridge.

They are taught by their General studies teacher who as we can tell is their favourite, Hector and Mrs. Lintott. Later the Headmaster introduces a younger teacher,Irwin to assist in their preparations. The circumstances of the introduction spell awkward as you can see. Not to mention that they were all speaking French (this is where I thank my parents for forcing me to go for my French lessons)

As the story progresses, we learn that Hector offers his students rides home on his bike and well…..errr. No use calling a spoon a big spade here, he gropes their privates. The boys tend to laugh off his attempts. It later comes to a halt when he is reported to the headmaster by a crosswalk guard whose cap is a major malfunction from the costume department. It still remains unclear to me whether he is gay or just enjoys the groping as a past time.

There are a bunch of life's twists and turns with the movie like truth, confused sexual orientation and most important of all history. I would honestly recommend this any day. It’s certainly no Dead Poets Society but it’s something that will leave your mind nibbling on something healthy for a change. Well, that is until you get sucked back into the media brothel.

Indeed "History is one f****n' thing after another."

The place where I lay my head best

Hi blog community! No, its not another rant from the soon-to-be queen of it all. That spot belongs to my father at the moment,he might be entering menopause for all I know. GASP!

So I was in blissful but dusty Kampala last month where I managed to show up in time to welcome my new niece, Daniella. And when I say just in time, it really was. I barely spent a week in my own bed in my semi-storage room(Mum, I love you but please take your clothes to your own closet) Indeed I was a whimsical bunny,hoping all over the country like my life depended on it(that came out wrong,didn't it?) As always, only the naughty minds dare to wander while the sober ones wonder.

Sadly I had no time to get the awesome pictures I took, you'll just have to wait till my little sister is on holiday from boarding school. The main problems arose as I was flying. With the Air France tragedy(my condolences go out to the family members), I was a bit anxious to get home but at the same time worried. My worst habit so far has got to be my desire to watch things I shouldn't. And this does not include porn If you're wondering. I have a tendency to watch Air crash investigation and May day 24 hours before I fly, come to think of it its more like an itch in a caste that you have just got to scratch. As you might have deduced by now, it did nothing to help my nerves and the stormy weather at Entebbe did nothing to calm me. A panic attack and some hyperventilations later, we touched ground. 

I could tell my family was happy to see me, My dad was rushing me through checks ahead of other passengers because he was hungry and wanted to get home as soon as possible, my little sister said I reeked, our littlest lamb looked warily at me and my mum was all smiles,but that wasn't the last flight, I was taking. A week later I was on my way to Johannesburg and thanks to the H1N1 virus, the cabin was sprayed with some funky aerosol that had me sneezing(allergic) all the way to O.R Tambo airport where we were almost quarantined. I had to hide my sneezing and teary eyes.

How was my stay in J'burg? I enjoyed myself and for winter, it wasn't so bad. I was expecting to step out and be buried in a pile of snow. Pictures? All in the other digital camera, you'll just have to wait once more. Any traits of xenophobia? Well once they know, you're just visiting then I guess everyone is happy but I was offered marriage thrice.....errrr, gentlemen you might want to think twice or in this case thrice.I'm from a poor but rich country which gives citzenship to anyone who wants it so you don't need me for a green card. Heck, I don't even think we have green cards. Or maybe they thought I needed one ......just a minute, I'm enetering my pond of thought.

After J'burg, it was on to see my beloved husband a.k.a my grandfather who looked handsome as always for an 85 year old not to mention my wonderful grandmother. While my grandfather said I looked like a model, my grandmother said I could be used as a weight lift and flinged me from side to side to prove that I was indeed as light as I appeared. For those Ugandans who wonder where I hail from, I'm a girl from the heavenly Mt. Elgon slopes.

I spent a total of five days sleeping, eating, watching T.V and oh yes, that's when Dani finally decided to show up into the world. The star always arrives last,right? My elder sister begged me to have nieces to play with them soon and asked me to move back home as soon as I'm done over here. Well, I was gonna say an enthusiastic yes but the nieces soon quotation had me saying ," yeee..errrr" and I proceeded to scratch my head and smile impishly.

Well....it was a nice holiday. Certainly didn't feel like one but it qualifies in some areas so I will leave it at that. 

Oh....one more thing, I was almost quarantined again at KLIA thanks to that unfunky aerosol. DAMN THE PANDEMIC.