PUBLIC HOLIDAYS

wrote this post but it appeared blank..must've written in colorless ink!! so here i am wasting company time and writing it all over again...
well belive it or not i had two public holidays last week! halleluyah!!, Jesus is still in the miracle business!...tuesday was independence day, of course me being the patriot that i am dared not even to let the word work cross my mind, i was really offended when i was asked to show up for work..really offended!! i refused to let down my country on such a day...we were all supposed to stay home and sing, " O Uganda may God uphold thee......", so i actually put my job on the line for the love of my country. spent the day reminiscing on our past. of course i paid for it when i got back to work on wednesday...,i worked like 2 donkeys.

the next public holiday was on friday, idd mubarak or el fitri, whatever, i don't really care, all i know is i got to have a 3 day weekend thanks to our muslim friends! miracles do happen more often than we'd like to admit! i slept till my eyes could not stay shut any longer!
well, that weekend, saturday to be precise, was not without incident.....i had a little "discussion" with my 8 year old nice about homework, it must've been really frightening cos she ran away from home.....after a million prayers, repenting of all my sins, promising to wring her neck when i found her...i set out to look for her one final time...i met her some distance away from home, she was actually on her way back...it had taken her 4 hours to prove the hypothesis, "east or west, home is best" when i saw her i was sooooooo relieved, i just hugged her and laughed all the way back home. i decided to leave the corporal punishment to her mom.
in my corner of the world your mom is the only person allowed to take you out of the earth legally. whereas in other parts of the world they have got an automated speed dial that every child can use if your parent as much as gives you a threatening look, in less fortunate parts like where i come from, your parents can skin your hide purple and you still have to go back to them and say, " thank you for teaching me, i'll never do it again!" which reminds me of a traumatic experience in my childhood...i hate to remember but it keeps coming back like the bill collector.
of course all this trauma accounts for the highest murder rates in Jamaica, and drug traficking and the G-culture among the black community in the USA.

that incidence of juvenile delinquency/truancy was not the worst that happened on saturday.. miss.delinquent, as we shall refer to her from here on, told me the reason she ran away is 'cos she hears voices in her head that tell her to disobey, act a fool, blah, blah, blah,....well the last person who had voices was Youssour N'dour, and since i can't get to him to ask how he survived, the cheapest is to PRAY!! (and besides from the sound of his voice he must still be hearing voices). if the devil thinks he can attack one of us he got something else coming on, cos we are sending him back to his fiery furnace.

well that was that, for that weekend.. now am back at work and waiting for the weekend..oh, did i mention marion's grad party was awesome...don't remember when i last laughed soooo much, and i got to see all those peeps i used to hang out with in school...congs mm, now you REALLY need to think about getting a job like the the rest of us.

and if anyone sees a one mugerwa tell him in my house of friends, he is up for eviction.