Kanyindo's Random Ramblings

So a lot of people are talking about the whole Princess Komuntale- Christopher Thomas debacle. All of a sudden, Ugandans have become marriage experts, PR spin-doctors, and all manner of professionals in the wake of what I think is actually a very sad matter.  Many have said that the Princess was wrong to issue a statement on Facebook, that she should have maintained a dignified silence and let someone else release a statement from the palace on her behalf.  (No one thought of commending her for her use of the English language.  And excuse me, but Princess or not, some dude calls me a whore on social media there’s no way I’m going to shut up.) Anyway, leaving aside who said what and who said the other person had herpes and whether or not one person really IS a qualified accountant and whether or not people had their eye on a Gaddafi connection, this whole situation brought up a rather interesting issue. We live in an age where we live our lives on line- Facebo...

I fell in love with records at a very young age. My earliest memory takes me back to when I was about 5, watching my mum place another record on the player.  The big shiny discs with their fine lines, their fragility and the reverence with which they were taken out of their covers fascinated me.  I just loved the fact that these things, which looked like they could travel pretty far if tossed across a room (I never dared try), emitted some of my favourite songs. I grew up surrounded by music- my parents have varied tastes so the soundtrack to my life includes The Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel, Cliff Richard, Franco and TPOK Jazz, Harry Belafonte, Miriam Makeba, Queen, Tina Turner, Michael Jackson and Lionel Richie, and countless more.  I developed my love for musicals from my mum- sure enough, as soon as The Sound of Music or Fiddler on the Roof was in our VHS collection, you could be sure the record would be on the shelf soon.  My dad introduced me to the mu...

I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night yesterday, choking. It was the strangest feeling in the world.  I was asleep, then just as suddenly, I was upright in my bed, coughing and spluttering and struggling to breathe. I've often heard that emotions, if suppressed for too long, can begin to manifest themselves physically, and usually in negative ways.  I knew of the usual symptoms- an outbreak of pimples, weight loss/gain, or even hair loss in more extreme circumstances.  None of those have been an issue. I thought about it this morning and figured out exactly what the problem is. I miss my sister.  I miss my best friend. Thankfully, she's just gone on the trip of a lifetime and I am thrilled for her.  The planning that has gone into this holiday goes back at least a year.  Plus she works so hard, I'm happy she's had a chance to get away from it all. But, selfishly, I miss talking to her.  This is someone I talk to every single day- wh...