EVIL DOERS IN HOLY PLACES

So youl girl has been nourishing her brain with some reading hence being lost. Now i have nothing against mills and boons and the Danielle steel crew but i prefer reality to fiction so i chose to read a book based on misuse of religion titled 'Not without My Sister'.
Okay this book is craaaaaaazzzzzzzzzyyyyyyyyy this guy starts a cult losely based on religion where his belief is that love is the answer and we should all love ourselves and the ultimate expression of love is sex. This individual advocates for sex and sexual acts to be conducted amongst adults and children, in the presence of children and with children as young as three years old. WHAT SICKNESS IS THAT?
I believe these people deserve death as in the capital punishments but that's me. I recently heard of a pastor who raped a three year old, a priest who impregnated a teenage girl and a religious leader who took girls from the village under the guise of educating them abut instead used them as prostitutes.
Why are these things happening in our society and why are we not doing anything about them? Well am not surprised since i also heard of a top government official signing off adoption papers for a young child to go with missionaries for 'a better life' but a week after, the child's corpse was found undeclared with no vital organs in a South African hospital.
Well needless to say this lack of protection of our children by the people meant to be protecting them bothers me and am up in arms about it but first things first...reality in the real world is harsh enough don't need to read it in a book so pass me Hollywood Wives or a Sidney Sheldon.

MISGIVINGS OF MISS MILAN

I get bored easily and love rebranding so am switching it up(yeah switching it up..been listening to new skool hip hop lately and now am into that swagg style hence the miss). Nway just letting you know so that your in the know.

INFORMATION IN NOTHING OUT

So i bet you thought i was not gonna be back till a month later huh huh got you. I was just too busy looking for work the job hunt is a mean thing especially when you know your not up against better candidates but nepotism, tribalism and technical know who it can really make you a depressed and bitter person but i choose to look for the good in everything. Whilst going for the interviews you obviously research about the company and organisation and alot of information comes to mind like how half or more of our economy is foreign owned, how minimum wage doesn't really apply, how hard it is not to live from pay check to pay check considering these exorbitant taxes. I got so much information and it sat around in my mind and was saved there for future arguments and stories and blackening of my government.
I then thought how many of us get information and do exactly what i did thinking what can i do with the information i got has to do with labor and all its facets in the pearl of Africa so think if we were 1000 people who got this info and we decided to rise up and ask for action to be taken would labor not be treated properly? Think of the information on child mortality, corruption, and all other issues affecting our country that we get and do nothing with. What if we decide to do something with it..this is a generation where information can be put out as fast as you can get it ..can't we then use that to create change and make our country progressive. Ofcourse i hear your refer to us being silenced for standing up but how long shall we suffer? Something has to give coz getting nothing out of this information in our heads other than bar discussion and arguments and blog posts is just not right.

BEATING THE ODDS OR BULL SHITTING

I read somewhere that girls are less likely to start a blog and be persistent with updating it. Well as a girl am here to disapprove, you know your home girl likes beating the odds. I am a girl and to top it off i get bored easily so this is not going to be a walk in the park but i will do it. A man walked on the moon, lame people have walked, women and men worldwide have beaten cancer and by that same belief , faith and dedication I will stick to blogging. My God why does that previous statement make me sound like an inspirational speaker or a bullshitter. Speaking of bull shitting have you ever met people who speak so much crap and actually believe their crap like a 4ft girl convinced and trying to sell you on the idea that her dream to become a model would come true, really.... sorry to bust your bubble but some dreams don't come true especially those involving 4ft catwalk models try else where. And why do we always tolerate bullshitters ...someone stands infront of you telling you a blatant lie or some weed induced tale and you stand/seat there smiling and bearing then. Am a really nice person but one of these days am gong to call someone on their Bullshit. Person will be talking to me and i will scream out BULLSHIT.

SCARED.

So by now you have probably had about the bomb blasts and those of you that live in Uganda or Kampala already kicked into cautious mood and have had part of your social lives taken away. Anyway i heard the bomb blast but it only became reality when i saw the footage on the news and i was genuinely scared. You see these things on T.V in far off countries and never think thay will happen in your country to fellow citizens or friends or family..luckily i never lost anyone but my condolences to those who did. Terrorism wasn't just in a box on my tv or in the newspaper or on the net but on ma doorstep..i was scared and still am.
Then i thought of all the things that scared me that were insignificant...the fear of failure, the fact that i was scared to seriously talk to my parents about moving out, my fear of commitment, and the latest and worst fear that i had very little instinct of a mother, THIS WAS THE WORST. A girl grows into a woman and those motherly hormones kick in but recently i encountered a lady at a shop who asked me if i was buying glucose for my baby, to say i was appalled was an understatement i answered no with a blank look on my face and thought why the heck would i have a baby...i like children and try to tolerate them and think they are pure blah blah blah but why was i appalled that someone would see me as a mother? Am still trying to understand this but in light of the twin bombs it seems so insignificant.
Did this event give me courage to overcome some of my fears because i was confronted with a much bigger fear? The answer no! but it did give me a greater understanding of how life is precious and how the people in our lives should be appreciated on daily basis and it concretized my belief in the Almighty God.

I WANT LOVE N PASSION.

So today i spent the day engrossed in the life of Che Guevara and later stumbled upon the romance of Princess Diana and Dodi-Al Fayhed on TV, and i realized my life lacks love, it lacks passion. Granted a revolutionary and a forbidden love are not a normal comparison but am not a normal girl and i see things in a 'not normal way', i found that all these people had love and passion and that's what made them great and what drove them. Sure Che's love and passions were different from Princess Di and Dodi's but they were all driven by that strong uncontrollabe desire, an overwhelming feeling that consumed them and became them. I want that i want love and passion not just in the romantic sense(oooh passion in the romantic sense would be soooooo Gooooood) but in everything i do..passion for living, love my work(when i find some). I see it in this sense, there are millions upon trillions of stars in the sky but we can only see the shiniest ones and its ma thinking that those that we do see are filled with with a burning brightness, a burning that i equate to passion and love. All the people i based my passion and love desire are dead but their lives are prominent and profound...even in death they were glorious. Well i may never be a princess or have an affair with an eygptian turned UK citizen's tycoon son or be a revolutionary but in all i do and in the life i live i want to have passion and love. Even if its recognized by no one at least i will know and as they say what you know and know to be true can't be taken from you.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TITLE THIS.

So i have been gone for a while story of my life...I have a genetic chronic illness..Sickle Cell Anemia..yes people am dying and on Monday i almost came close but thanx to medical intervention and the big man up there am here. Now don't fell sorry for me i've done more with ma life than many normal people and i may outlive many of them as i have before but thanx for the empathy. Now that all the confessions and tears are out of the way i would like to give a big shout out to my first comment...Kiregasword...watsup and interestingly enough their blog is about economics and development in Africa something of interest to me(clap clap). Okay july is here and am finally getting off my A** my guy friends have been on my hind side telling me to get active now i think this is just them caring but my gal L thinks they wanna hookup with me but like guys now days they want a girl who is non dependent either way i appreciate the push coz sometimes you just need a little nudge to start the journey of your life. Well Ghana disappointed by not making it and immediately Africans turned against A.Gyan n the Ghana team n this made me think how unappreciative people can be....this man played remarkably to get Ghana to the quarters and yes he missed the penalty but if u had the weight of 6 million plus people on your shoulders and had just played for 120minutes and had nerves for ages would you have done better? Well i love Ghana they have set a great example and challenge for other African Teams and A.Gyan is a hero. Well what else do i have too say....alot but you'll just have to wait for it on the next post. Cheers