Kanyindo's Random Ramblings

After waiting what seemed like eons for the second edition, it was finally time for ‘Rhythm In The Rainforest 2’!  The anticipation had almost KILLED me, but I managed to function as a relatively normal human being for the days leading up to #RITRF2, as we’d tagged it on Twitter. The excitement built when I heard that Kaz Kasozi, renowned guitarist and singer was headlining the event and the amazing Evon was hosting.  When Kaz contacted me and asked me to perform with him, I damn well near blacked out, but the less said about that the better.  I'ma make Siima an offer she can't refuse... After Tweeting and Facebooking ourselves into oblivion, those of us who had been at the first event and a whole new batch of excited music fans met at Lugogo, the collection point for the bus taking us to the Rainforest Lodge, Mabira.  Once Rachel had checked us all off (miraculously, this time around, Hakeem was one of the first people on the bus) we set off.  T...

After almost two months of waiting impatiently, Facebooking and Tweeting to within an inch of my life, the day was finally here.  Rhythm in the Rainforest, billed as the only event to bring people, music and nature together. I could barely contain my excitement as I boarded the bus that was to take us into Mabira forest.  After waiting almost an hour for Deno and Hakeem (more on that later), we hit the road.   Thankfully the traffic wasn’t as bad as we’d expected, considering that we landed right in the middle of the Saturday lunchtime rush.  Or maybe I was just too excited to notice. Finally, we arrived at the Rainforest Lodge.  It was all I could do not to fling myself off the bus and run screaming into the forest to frolic with the monkeys.  (It has been said that my FOMO*  is legendary.)   The extremely friendly and helpful Rainforest staff met us right off the bus and led us straight to the bar, bless them. We we...

I remember being super-excited the day my little  brother was born. I had a real-life baby to play with! I still loved my doll  Esmerelda, handed down to me from my big sister  Kaine. I loved that doll because I had coveted her for  sooooo long, with her beautiful hair, and her gorgeous eyes with REAL LASHES that opened and closed depending on the precarious angle at which I held her head (I spent many a happy hour tilting her head back and forth, amazed at how her eyes opened and closed LIKE A REAL BABY!!).   What made Esmerelda all the more special is that she was a black baby doll- I could legitimately tie her to my back, as I’d seen so many of my aunties do, and claim her as MY child.  Not for me the complexities of strapping a white Barbie doll to my back and telling people this was my baby (although I did love my Barbies. Dressing them was a blast. Cutting up bits of my mother’s dresses to add to the Siima Barbie Clothing Line was a...

So, my posterous account decided to act a fool and I found myself here. My first few posts are going to be old ones, just so I can archive them in one place.  Fingers-crossed, these blogger chaps won't let me down. Here goes...