Everything -Life house

Everything
find me here
speak to me
i want to feel you
i need to hear you
you are the light
that is leading me
to the place where
i find peace again
you are the strength
that keeps me walking
you are the hope
that keeps me trusting
you are the life to my soul
you are my purpose
you are everything
and how can i
stand here with you
and not be moved by you
would you tell me
how could it be
any better than this
you calm the storms
you give me rest
you hold me in your hands
you won't let me fall
you still my heart
and you take my breath away
would you take me in
would you take me deeper now
'cause you're all i want
you are all i need
you are everything
everything

Hard learned lesson

I had to learn the hard way that owing to my inconsistent computer connection i have to constantly save as i type.......m now a victim of an hour's work gone to.....wherever it is it has gone. After i sat down to share my grievances with someone,anyone out there....... now nothing!! totally nothin save for the blank screen staring back at me and wondering why i am not typing my new post

Anybody hear me??

I have for long waited for someone to come up and address this issue that i think has been over shadowed by everyone that matters in this particular field. I wud have had this bone picked thru the press by havin't published but there's no guarantee that this won't end up in the dicard bin. In an article in yesterday's New vision....i forget his name started out to adress the issue but his focus lay more with the subsidization of the education sector thru tax cuts on building materials and payment of teachers which drifted away from the aspect that was aching me.

It has come to the realization of many that the world as it is is very dynamic and competitive and that to cope the labour market shud be armed with the right artillery in terms of skills. It no longer pays to simply be book smart. With all this highlighted why is the education system still relying on a seemingly colonial if not pre colonial curriculum..... forgive the beef. Till this day someone needs to explain to me y the dichotomous Key in biology was shoved down my throat yet my love for the Arts, that by form 3 i knew i was cut out for, was being surpressed. In my honest opinion, much as i give credit to the fact that many once conventional Ugandans are finally thinkin ooutside the box and embracing the fact it being glued behind a desk does not translate into success or a vulgar bank account. Lets face it the underlying reason for sliding thru the education system's to beable to get a 'job', make money and all that follows suit in watever order it does/

On Sunday afternoon i was engaged in a conversation in which one of the parties rremarked that this generation is largely dense..... his opinion not mine incase it sparks off an unintentional debate. This came from the dissection of Tom Rush who was said to be an Surgeon by profession , a pilot, a fun of the arts and a writer. This was amazxing for someone who marjority of us only knew of his sunday entries in the New Vision. Sad that it took his death for me to know of this and appreciate even more the man that was. I was also told of a teacher at a seminary a long time ago that was a historian by learning but taught Applied mathematics cos thats where his passion lay. Admit it how many of our generation embrace learning , fall in love with it and translate every last bit, incorporating it in their every day lives that it slides off their lips with ease when suited? I know of many that easily quote lines from their favourite poems that they probably last read in high school like it was jus yesterday. Shameful as it is i slid thru most of my school years n other than certificates to show for't i wish i had maximized every last bit of it. i like engaging in a learned conversation if i may call it that, and have something to contribute to it. I once bumped into a friend who during our lengthy conversation said he was tired of pretty girls whose conversation is limited to nice shoes, latest designer handbags, where the party's at.... I shud check up on him to find out his progress in line with that particular issue.

What happened to all the ambition? As i said m glad people r starting to think outside the box. Lets face it the labour market is constantly changing and so are its demands. This therefore means that skills that were most required 10 years ago won't cut it now. The competiveness is crazy and whether or not we want to admit it we have to step up to the challenge or we will be completely submerged. As opposed to continously gloryfying the 'professional ' courses that have produced multitudes still in search of employment becos the absorptive capacity of the market is over stretched y not move towards empowerment in form of skills that enhance innovation as opposed to dependence on hand me downs. It nolonger pays to simpkly be book smart, it needa to be combined with street smart wat we choose'ta call hustling to beat this game on our terms!

Inconsolable

Many a times i go thru these spasms...if i may call them that ,where i can't comprehend let alone translate my feelings at a particular point in time. This is one of such moments. All i know is that this picture attempts to explain abit of wat m feeling

Of a cold and a forgotten phone

Anyone that knows me knows that me without my phone is as close as i get to a disaster. M constantly a victim of the itchy fingers syndrome and anyone that feels wat m sayin shud not feel shy, sign up and subscribe.

Jus wen i thought my week cudn't probably get any worse, owing to a series of phone calls from an anonymous psycho who flattered herself into thinking she's known to me, an havin no choice but to be awakened by a conversation in which i was the topic of interest, then comes this cold!

Back to this psycho chic, can people learn the difference between knowing someone and Knowing 'of' someone. With all the balls she'd gathered that day and probably borrowed a few others, the daughter of a woman calls my phone and asks who i am...... short of hurling insults because it wasn't the best of days i had to calmly inquire whose number she'd dialled if she didn't know who she was talkin to......with all the airs and uncalled for arrogance she insisted i knew who she was......true i know of her but can this woman calm down....i didn't know her!

Anyway this meaningless conversations ended as quickly as it had started.

That was Sunday, Monday was wen this pair decided to carry their conversation right outside my window oblivious of the fact that i was still napping contrary to their expectation.Burndened by fury and disappointment i tried to go back to sleep but all efforts were futile.....wen i finally regained my composure i calmly requested that the next time they choose to dissect my life, relationship, financial status or lack of they shud do't with abit of discretion.

My reaction to all this other than the one tear i can embarassingly confess havin shed, i decided to phase these two parties out. It brought back a line i once heard from 'Brothers and 'sisters' wen Senator Mc Calister turned in fury and said to campaign agent....'Don't mistake my kindness for weakness....'

That there rung thru my head . Many a times we are taken for granted and we decide to put up with it i wonder why? Anyway now that m over it m back to dealing with this cold that has tied me down like i owe't alimony or somethin........ more to that m terribly missin the affair i have been havin wit my mobile phone on a daily ....m even hallucinating and hearing the sound of my ringtone in a far distance hehehe the irony surrounding the fact that my ringtone's 'FAR AWAY ' by Nickleback