Kanyindo's Random Ramblings

One of the greatest things about my job, apart from the fact that I get to listen to music all day every day, is that I am paid to talk. Granted, I wake up at ungodly hours and have no social life to speak of, but still.  I am paid to yap, chat, prattle, babble, bang my gums, shoot the breeze, chew the fat.  Call it what you will. Now, this is all well and good seeing as most of the time I am quite a chatterbox.  Which explains the general alarm when Siima is (gasp) QUIET. It doesn’t happen often. But sometimes, I just don’t feel like talking.  I just want to be still, be silent, and keep my thoughts to myself. And there is nothing more annoying at times like these than everyone asking you what’s wrong and why you’re so quiet. I go quiet for various reasons.  Maybe I’m not feeling too well.  Or I’m tired, or sad.  Or maybe, there’s someone in the room that I really, REALLY don’t want to talk to, but I don’t want to make it so o...

I have often been tasked with explaining why I ‘do not have a Christian name’, a question that continues to infuriate me to this day.  I beg to differ.  I do actually have a VERY Christian name, as do all of my siblings.  What I do NOT have, is an ENGLISH name. Not for me, my two sisters and younger brother the Rachels, Charlottes and James’ of this world.  I won’t go into my siblings’ names, because I simply do not have enough space or time right now. You see, my parents were rather poetic (and long-winded) when it came to naming their offspring.  Take my full name, for example: Siima Kyakuhaire Kyomuhendo.  25 characters.  I’ll let that sink in a bit. A veritable sentence, my name is.  And that’s excluding my surname, Tooro pet name AND Kigisu name.  In another post, perhaps. The story goes (mbu), my mother thought she was expecting a boy when I was swimming around in ignorant bliss.  She already had two girls- how...

A concerned aunt of mine is worried that aside from the fact that I work in a male-dominated environment, when I do hang out, most of the people around me are dudes. She thinks this is scaring away the hoards of men lining up to marry me. (Ha! I know, right? She just had to slip in the marriage thing somehow).   Despite the fact that I already have a man (his views on the subject in another article, perhaps) is neither here nor there.  Concerned Aunt just didn’t want to know, and insisted that I IMMEDIATELY surround myself with more ‘girl friends’. Here’s the thing- I do have girlfriends.  Granted, they are few and far between, but they are genuine.  They’ve got my back.  I know if I was ever in a tricky situation they would rally round and support me. What a lot of people do not seem to understand or appreciate is the complex nature of female friendships, especially once you hit adulthood.  I learned a painful lesson that you can be frien...

The news has been rife with outrage over the recently signed Anti Pornography Bill. I have to admit I added my voice to the online cacophony, because I feel there are so many more pressing issues when it comes to Uganda that our MPs are pointedly ignoring. If I had my way, here are a few things I would deem illegal. 1.        Bad body odour: I’m sorry but there is absolutely no excuse for walking into the office at 7am smelling like the wrong end of a goat.  Or like something died in your mouth months ago.  It is unacceptable.  In this day and age where there is a soap, deodorant and toothpaste for every budget, what excuse do you have?  People who walk around polluting the air should be taken to Constitutional Square and publically flogged.  And THEN be made to pay a fine. 2.        Rude receptionists: so let me understand this- you work as the face of the company, the first per...