Dear Future Mable
Forty years from now, I get to be you. And that’s exciting as it is scary. This letter is born out of this fear/excitement.
Dear Future Mable
This is a hostage situation, Mable’s blog is being held hostage! Call 911….wait that doesn’t work in this here Uganda, call 999!
Seriously though, today, on this final day of blog week, I have the privilege of hosting one of the brightest minds I have the pleasure of knowing, a person who also happens to be one of my closest friends.
Nga I begged and cried and threw tantrums (OK this is a bit of an exaggeration) for him to put something to paper and finally, finally he did…and its a promise, a contract of sorts, for him to write more often. I will hold him to this promise.
Ladies and gentlemen of the blogosphere, I give you the incomparable mind of the awesomely awesome ROLAND ARUHO
I take your hand. You look away, I’m almost sure, you don’t want to be here. But I want to be here and I know I’ll maybe pay for this later on. You turn to me and kiss my cheek, and whisper how you love me. I try to not to smile, but I can’t help it. Damn you and your charm.
My friends look on, I can see how jealous they are and for a moment I enjoy their envy. The song “mbakubye equalizer” plays in my head. And indeed, I have, I’m so gleeful. I remember everything they said about me.
So, its been a minute, well a whole lot longer than a minute and I have been,
not writing struggling with a few things.
Well, here now is a story I wrote for the third edition of the Short Story Writing Competition organized by a one awesome Dennis Assimwe of The Gathering, which sounds like a cult, now that I think about it.
I came in 7th but I am very excited about this story because it was the Dennis Assimwe’s favorite! Like seriously whaaaaaaaat!!!
Donald Trump is running for the highest office in the most ….. super (?) country on earth. Donald Trump used to be a TeeVee star where he popularised the three words, or two depending on the primary school you went to, that every employee dreads or welcomes, also depending on who your boss – ahem: former boss- is…was(?). Donald Trump has also been called: the cinnamon Nazi, an over ripe orange, the guy with the best hair style (I do hope sarcastically intended), the Bringer Ofthemuch Feared….and honestly anticipated…. Apocalypse and Donald Drumpf (by THE Quintessential John Oliver).
Did School make me better?
The answer to the above question is……….. I have no freaking idea. I loved and loathed school in equal measure. Loved because it brought me closer to my one and only love: books…..and I am a bit of a nerd. Well not just a bit, a whole lot. I am not ashamed to say that I was teacher’s pet. However I was not one of those kids that looked forward to assignments, homework, tests and stuff…those kids are crazy. I just loved learning for learning’s sake. Still do.
So this week’s theme is Freedom of expression. And I, in my capacity as the owner of the mattress I’m currently seated* on, have decided that its my week to express a lot of things that I have kept inside for long. (Side note: why on earth is it seated and not sitted?)