<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:29:38.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>banange</title><subtitle type='html'>life is good</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-2205915065612597437</id><published>2010-01-08T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:33:08.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have been watching movies</title><content type='html'>happy new year people....&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching movies to kill off the stress...&lt;br /&gt;will be back...its a new year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-2205915065612597437?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/2205915065612597437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=2205915065612597437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/2205915065612597437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/2205915065612597437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-been-watching-movies.html' title='i have been watching movies'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-1704455076000923342</id><published>2008-11-18T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:21:05.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>journal 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After healing for a month or two,...well some go beyond that..,  you decide to give it another shot...&lt;/div&gt;you meet a hootie and you know that first initial encounter....boy meets girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put on your best behavior and act wonderful and nice. Obviously, when the initial encounter goes smoothly, which always does, you go on to base two. She makes a concerted effort to maintain her perfect appearance, hair, makeup, nails, clothes. You become extremely attentive, calling regularly, making plans in advance, buy a new deo or fume, wear that shirt etc. Then once you've got her hooked, the same old story happens again. She starts demanding for more than you can give,..she wants to be seen regularly, you start fighting over nothing, you call for 3 units and well run out of what to say, she starts complaining on how you are ever busy, mbu you don't have the, i think its 11th or 7th hour for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh you becomes less attentive and soon start wanting more space, more "guy" time, or when she calls and you don't want to talk, you tell her your driving, well any Ugandan that owns a car would understand this.. You don't put in as much effort as you did when you were chasing her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you tell your boy and 'girlfriends' about the whole thing after they have noticed she no longer comes around and somehow, they understand and even side with you, and they go on attacking you on how you always get the wrong girls. And the lady friends tell you mbu they are different from the others, which you spend a whole night arguing about till they try to convince you they are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;After another 'hurtful' break up, you decide to hung around and wait for the perfect break through. You start hanging out with your friends more which is a good thing because you spend less and have more fun. You take all the crystals, Rachaels, Lornas, Sandras out more often and they love it. With time it becomes more of you and the girls. Then disaster kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever had a 'thing' with one of your girlfriends where well you both like each other but your friends, and flirt a lot?!!!, so somehow your flirting gets intense, and you end up doing what you shouldn't have done but you liked it and you keep on doing it and before you know it, you've fallen for each other...then you start dating her because you like her and she is different.. and yes she is different because she already knows what you want and knows all stuff about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You first don't tell the others that you guys are doing it so its secretive at first and boy its really fun. You keep on asking yourselves what were we waiting for all along?!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it goes on and on till some of the other friends run into you at her place or when you are out having fun and you all pretend like we just ran into each other...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then its gets so good that you tell your bestest friend about it and she also tells her bestest friend and they are happy for you but with some caution...then finally its out in the open and wow, they all like it., but some insist that you guys should never break up because they are not ready to take sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its all lovey dovey and you last a year and a half, then it all begins again...she turns into an ordinary girl who loves and wants to be called all the time and wants to be seen regularly and wants you to work less  and the 11th hour thing is mentioned again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;so is it you or are they all the same....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-1704455076000923342?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/1704455076000923342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=1704455076000923342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/1704455076000923342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/1704455076000923342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2008/11/journal-1.html' title='journal 1'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-724657545476175963</id><published>2008-09-16T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:40:43.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been watching movies</title><content type='html'>my girlfriend thinks am weirde.....I have come up with a list ...its big. I've drawn up a list of some of the best... After re-watching and comparing,I have finally decided Denzel washington is my favourite actor of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;citizen kane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the shawshank redemption-&lt;em&gt;morgan freeeman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the godfather.....-&lt;em&gt;just had to include it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;schindler's list-..........&lt;em&gt;you'll cry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the great debators-denzel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;american gangster-denzel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;surf's up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;closer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mercury rising&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;soul food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;juno&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;journey to the end of the night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;micheal clayton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;step u 2 the streets&lt;em&gt;( pliz, do not try this at home)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the english patient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the fight club&lt;em&gt;(don't start no cult)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;remember the titans-denzel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the cider house rules&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;almost famous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the bourne identity, supremacy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;catch me if you can&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;road to perdition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;forrest gump&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;muchurian candidate-&lt;em&gt;denzel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;devil in a blue dress-&lt;em&gt;denzel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;john q- denzel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;man on fire-denzel and dakota fanning&lt;em&gt;(seriously)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shrek1,2 even the third&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;awake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;p.s. I love you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enchanted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;monster's ball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;300&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;little children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;american beauty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the holiday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;titanic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the departed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;infernal affairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;o brother, where thou art? &lt;em&gt;(hmmmmmmm)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;amistad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;life is beautiful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enemy at the gates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cold mountain &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a beautiful mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;inventing the abbots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blood diamond&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;constantine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the usual suspects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;united states of leland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crimson tide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;soul food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a time to kill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one night at mccool's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2:37&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;idlewild&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sound of music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why do fools fall in love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;alpha dog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;elizabeth town&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LXG&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dream gals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hair spray&lt;em&gt;(.....welcome to the sixties...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lucky number slevin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chicago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sin city&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bobby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;armageddon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saving private ryan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jerry maguire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sometime in April&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a few good men&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;matrix 1,2 and 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wicker park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a river runs through&lt;em&gt;( the only movie that has ever made me cry, i don't know why)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;american history x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the panic room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the silence of the lambs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;open range&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;anna and the king&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;moulin rouge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cloverfiled&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;heat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a mighty heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;death at a funeral&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zodiac&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eternal sunshine of the spotless mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the green mile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wanted&lt;em&gt;( think out of the box)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the four feathers&lt;em&gt;(....heath ledger, rest in peace)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;passion of the christ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brave heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;legends of the fall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleepers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when harry met sally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the note book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;courage under fire-&lt;em&gt;denzel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;training day-&lt;em&gt;denzel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love in the arctic circle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love me if you dare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;ran out of time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-724657545476175963?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/724657545476175963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=724657545476175963' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/724657545476175963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/724657545476175963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-been-watching-movies.html' title='I have been watching movies'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-4596872814413197935</id><published>2008-05-15T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:31:25.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>faults in saints</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Have you ever found yourself with problems of your social or economic life that are killing you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;And after they've become a burden, you just can't think of a reason that caused and pushed the most righteous, responsible and good person in such a place of reckless thinking, where you are ready to inflict harm/violence to your life and the lives of those around you without thinking or pausing for accountability! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;And when you look back at the hardest difficulties you've ever encountered, this is a darkest you feel you may never get out of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Your cute and caring friends start noticing your change in behavior and the close ones can really tell that there's a problem but you banish that thought aside, until one, that's really trust-able makes you admit that there's a problem, but then, you just think for a second before pouring out the problem whether the person has been there,..... or if they haven't, will they ever be there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugghh!! &lt;/span&gt;You look at your bottle and take a big sip to clear your head. It's not the end of the world. People go through all these things; it's the only consolation you can think of.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Well at some point in life, we all descend into hell, we are all tempted or make wrong decisions or take the good looking bus that you think will reach home. Some of us do it out of curiosity or necessity of time or take it as an accident,or..... whatever the reason that can help you explain why. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The main goal when we are there is, how will you get out, if you can. Do you take more risks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;At this point you wish you were still in primary and daddy will come to your rescue or some saint will help out. Well you can go to church and pray, we serve a living God, church can you give lots of ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;How you get out,if you do will make you a great person or will bring out the worst in you or might, to some lucky ones, bring out the best of them. It brought out the worst in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-4596872814413197935?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/4596872814413197935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=4596872814413197935' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/4596872814413197935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/4596872814413197935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2008/05/faults-in-saints.html' title='faults in saints'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-1546983368207340816</id><published>2008-05-09T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:50:12.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keep on calling feat hanny</title><content type='html'>well bambi people don't forget their origins, Akon, full name &lt;strong&gt;Akongo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;( you see the president said that we all came from the luo, so some luo dudes said that he's real name was Akongo, he just cut it short for you know, the fame)&lt;/em&gt; was in town and he rocked our world. I don't know how much the celtel guys coughed up but am just hoping they did get thier money back. Big ups for celtel's manager, I heard he had to go and convince the dude himself. Thousands of people turned up for the show and there were quite a number of kids, that's why he didn't attempt to dry hump anybody. He crowned the whole night with keep on calling.&lt;br /&gt;Well since I was the CMB&lt;em&gt;(cash money brother)&lt;/em&gt; of the night, the honies did a remix of the song and everyone around us, since several didn't know the song followed, here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So when you hear them calling out "&lt;strong&gt;Hanny&lt;/strong&gt;", &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let them keep on calling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you hear the world calling out&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"H-hanny&lt;/strong&gt;",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let them keep on calling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause He went through hell and back to get here, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so keep on calling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me hear you now, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me hear you now, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me hear you just keep on calling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go on and live your life as if everydays' gone be your last.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been that happy. Life's really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-1546983368207340816?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/1546983368207340816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=1546983368207340816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/1546983368207340816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/1546983368207340816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2008/05/keep-on-callingtribute-to-akon.html' title='keep on calling feat hanny'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-80290064952677321</id><published>2008-02-05T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:21:51.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter to the girl next door</title><content type='html'>Dear girl who works just opposite me&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, yes I know you’re a beautiful female. Such females do exist, please stop leaking your lips and doing that hair thing gals usually do, and stop thinking you’re the only young fella around. You’re probably 23 or 22, you could even be 28, my co-worker is almost 29 but she looks 23. Stop making a fool of yourself by pretending like you’re the most beautiful thing around. Your not. If you think so, you wouldn’t look at my sisters when they come around,…. yah don’t pretend, your jealous because you think they are cute, cuter than you.&lt;br /&gt;Stop using that accent, your tongue is not flexible. Leave it to the whites or people like us who went to good primary schools. And stop laughing at these guys when they beat a buffalo, it can happen to anyone, ask your mayor.&lt;br /&gt; I have a feeling you go home and tell everyone how the guy who works in the opposite window has a thing for you and you probably add on how everyone has a thing for you. We all have girlfriends and some have wives, its only that we don’t want them to see where we work, they’ll demand for more.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve caught you staring, not once and not twice but three times this week. I don’t blame you, I changed my entire new wardrobe. Uhmm, so why don’t you for once just accept that a brother has great taste..Hmmm? What's wrong with you, I wont bite.  Am fed up of you borrowing my newspapers, ok its not that am tired, I just don’t get why you’ve to send your brother, why don’t you pick it yourself. And stop filling my crosswords when you’re not sure. Please use a pencil, it costs me a grand. And why do you talk on phone while looking this side? Acting all happy with smiles and hugs, do you want me to assume its your boyfriend calling? Pliiizzzz. The guy doesn’t even call you for more than two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;You over eat chips. Can you please grow up. You ate chips on Monday, Tuesday and you’ll eat them again tomorrow. What's wrong with you? We know your young. Aren't you jealous when you see me with uhuru, nandos chips, luwombo from nalongo….hmmmm? Do not pretend that you do not see them; I make sure I stand up so that you can see them clearly, and I see you looking at your soda miserably when you see me sipping my juice. Hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I happen to know your name, ehhhhhhhh. I will not mention it but I know it. I got it from the guy who takes our food orders. And I know you know my name, because people always shout it out when Arsenal losses and Utd wins. I see that glow that comes on your face when they mention it...hhmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Your hot, everybody knows you are hot, but they are all too old for you, they are almost your dad’s age. Your dad talks to me and he likes me, he has that look of ‘I wish my son was like me’ when he looks at me. You have asked everyone around, correction, the old men around, to buy you a soda or airtime and the best you can ask from me is newspapers? You do not even talk to me directly. What's wrong with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-80290064952677321?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/80290064952677321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=80290064952677321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/80290064952677321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/80290064952677321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2008/02/letter-to-girl-next-door.html' title='letter to the girl next door'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-2653466508703845579</id><published>2007-11-15T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:12:34.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>be in the know</title><content type='html'>I went out this week with some old friends from way back, not so back, just three years and we had a couple of beers, watched a game, talked football and everything people do when they meet. What hit me most is how the conversation eventually turned to the guys who were not there.&lt;br /&gt;   I wouldn't call it gossiping because it was just casual idle talk about our friends back in the days. So i got updated on who is with who, who drives, who married, who got pregnant, and whoz kicking. It wasnt the first time people were updating me on my friend's where abouts and doings.&lt;br /&gt;   The shocking thing is that there are a couple of them I see time and again, the ones we go to church with, hang out but in real sense you know nothing about them completely until you meet some old friends most of them guys and they tell you that so and so is pregnant yet you just had lunch with the person.&lt;br /&gt;  So there's this friend, hot and all that..., we talk all the time on phone(thanks to Mr Mtn, that extra worked wonders) about the weather, the old days, her problems and with all that i thought i knew her but....on the boys day out, someone told us that a friend to her friend's best friend's friend told him that shez...................The names mentioned were real and turns out thats how those gals are.&lt;br /&gt;   And she has never mentioned it to me, yet i waste all my credit calling her to find out how she is and how shez holding up yet shez just playing with my mind. Dont get me wrong, its a freindly talk.&lt;br /&gt;   From that day, i dont miss the boys day out, you get to know lots of stuff about people, how people are suicidal, how he slept with a top model and who has plaited her hair three times in a week. Friends dont think i dont know what you are hiding from me, i know everything. &lt;br /&gt;To be in the know, you dont have to get the information from the real source but from the sources around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-2653466508703845579?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/2653466508703845579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=2653466508703845579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/2653466508703845579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/2653466508703845579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-went-out-this-week-with-some-old.html' title='be in the know'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-7192132960497535064</id><published>2007-10-06T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T06:08:42.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>errors</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So there’s this guy who to my own personal opinion I think he's insane but amusing at the same time. He’s called Joseph and he works just next to our block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He knows just everyone on the block, when people loose their father’s uncle’s girlfriend’s step mother’s friend, the dude has to attend their burial like it or not. And he has this thing of relating with people’s experiences. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So Joseph wakes up in the morning and comes to work, he has one daughter and a wife nobody has ever seen, he’s ok in looks and tall, early 30’s.  He's very argumentative and in most cases he's ever arguing out of ignorance,  but  sometimes work is so damn boring and the only solution is to argue with Joseph.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There’s a time we had an argument about river Nile flowing to the south not the north, now trying to convince an insane person to accept an insane thing is itself insane, I just had to let him win.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He’s both amusing and annoying. He greets everyone in the morning with a simple “Asalamu aleiku and to the non-Muslims how do you do?” And leaves just like that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So one day I was making a receipt for a customer and I made an error, so I had to cancel it and make a new one, but Joseph was like everyone makes errors even the white man made an error calling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muwogo&lt;/span&gt;(cassava in luganda) cassava and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enyama&lt;/span&gt; meat, instead of calling enyama cassava because its got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masavu&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fats&lt;/span&gt;) and meat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muwogo &lt;/span&gt;because it's meat emitti which are like trees. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He went on to say that the whole world is based and built on errors. And for once Joseph was right. Everything is an error.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I figured that sometimes when you know something is an error, you have to make it anyway. Try the first kiss, it's never right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So your figure something is an error and you accept that yes it’s an error, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know it’s an error, but there are things in life where you know it’s an error, but you don’t really know it’s an error. Ok lets go back that moment when you are about to loose your virginity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So you are about to loose it but you know it’s a wrong but then you can’t rule out the fact that’s it wrong unless it’s done....Because the only way to find out is by making the error.&lt;br /&gt;And at the end when its done you look back and say, “Yep”, that was an error.&lt;br /&gt;Now if we apply some physics, the real error would be not having made the error, because you’ll go your whole life not really knowing if something was an error or not. Why do nuns regret living in the monastery when they see what's in the real world?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;People’s lives, relationships, careers, are all based on past errors, am not so sure of the others but relationships are based on errors, If you did something in the past one I don’t think you’ll repeat whatever you did.(NB:virginity is a chemical change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-7192132960497535064?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/7192132960497535064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=7192132960497535064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/7192132960497535064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/7192132960497535064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2007/10/errors.html' title='errors'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-5835799773895657212</id><published>2007-09-17T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T07:42:01.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shower hour</title><content type='html'>Dont get it all wrong, this aint big brother crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your shower hour, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Mine is just this simple, ofcourse i have to be butt naked. I'll call it a bath.&lt;br /&gt;People take all kinds of things to the bathroom for a bath, some steam bath, i dont know if there's a ice bath, others go with all kinds of soaps from shampoo oils, soap name it.&lt;br /&gt;A bath or shower is one of the first things you do in the morning so i make sure i do enjoy it. The best bath is just plainly taking a bath of soap and a scrabber and just go with some lyrics in your head and sing the songs that will awwwwwww your bath. I got two both from the same dude&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;lets get it on&lt;br /&gt;I've been really tryin , baby&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to hold back these feelings for so long&lt;br /&gt;And if you feel, like I feel baby&lt;br /&gt;Come on, oh come on,&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it on, Lets get it on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, this is the best part, you got to shout it out loud.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Let's get it on ,Let's get it on&lt;br /&gt;We're all sensitive people..............&lt;br /&gt;understand me sugar Since we got to be Lets say,&lt;br /&gt;I love you There's nothin wrong with me Lovin you---&lt;br /&gt;And givin yourself to me can never be wrong&lt;br /&gt;If the love is true Don't you know how sweet and wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;life can be I'm askin you baby,&lt;br /&gt;to get it on with me I aint gonna worry,&lt;br /&gt;I aint gonna push&lt;br /&gt;So come on, come on, come on, come on baby&lt;br /&gt;Stop beatin round the bush....&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it on, Let's get it on &lt;em&gt;( awwwwwwwwwwwww dont forget this)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it on Let's get it on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This remains a record unparalleled in its sheer sensuality and carnal energy.&lt;br /&gt;Then as your washing off all the soap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Baaaaaaby I got sick this morning&lt;br /&gt;A sea was storming inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Baaaaby &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;( you prolong it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I think I'm capsizing, the waves are rising and rising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;( now the rising has got to be like that of eddie murphy in I-spy not the owen wilson one, make it rise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And when I get that feelingI want Sexual Healing&lt;br /&gt;Sexual Healing baby is good for me&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel so fine, it's saxous&lt;br /&gt;And it's good to me My baby&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know the things you're dealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;aowwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thats what i crammed, and i love it. it just spices up my boring morning.&lt;br /&gt;The following day try, Bobby's stir it up, and no woman no cry and the next day go all jackson with thriller.&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to know all the words, just sing what you heard or thought you heard or think it should be.&lt;br /&gt;If you got a quack voice, thats even better when you singing the awwwwwwwwwww, but pliz dont spoil the dudes song.&lt;br /&gt;If its a sunday, dont you go singing such nonsense, try a don moen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-5835799773895657212?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/5835799773895657212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=5835799773895657212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/5835799773895657212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/5835799773895657212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2007/09/shower-hour.html' title='shower hour'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-2678235062385373125</id><published>2007-07-24T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T09:55:49.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6uoHu5pRL4/RqYuZTxafNI/AAAAAAAAABA/dB2B1bWsE2E/s1600-h/hanny"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090807441128062162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6uoHu5pRL4/RqYuZTxafNI/AAAAAAAAABA/dB2B1bWsE2E/s320/hanny" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don’t mind when people forget my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not such a big deal, its just a birthday and your adding one more year to the current figure you have so i guess if someone said happy new year i can take it that he/she also meant happy birthday. I think this would help the girls a lot since it would be more like saying happy birthday on your second 18th or 19th or 20th birthday, because this time the person will not ask how old are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone that did not give up on me, I finally fell in love and she’s feeling my love. She still doesn’t believe that am in love with her because she read the post but some where in her girlish heart; I know that she believes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to say hi to someone you haven’t said hi to in ages or want to visit someone you promised you would, or had a fight with some one a while back and it was your fault and you still haven’t said your are sorry or even if it wasn’t your fault but you do miss the person and a beep from you could break the silence but you are still thinking about it. Or you were meant to take her/him out or buy her/him a gift or haven’t paid the person that you owe for over a month now, or you were meant to post it last week but its still in your cabinet or saved, or you haven’t greeted your mum, dad, sister, brother or haven’t seen them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better do it now, because life is too short, you never know what tomorrow may bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-2678235062385373125?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/2678235062385373125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=2678235062385373125' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/2678235062385373125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/2678235062385373125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2007/07/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6uoHu5pRL4/RqYuZTxafNI/AAAAAAAAABA/dB2B1bWsE2E/s72-c/hanny' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-1620330616592299384</id><published>2007-07-24T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T09:16:29.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml" /&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;Why must life take away the good ones? &lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;the vibrant, outgoing, loveable, the lone children, the great minds, the kind, the ......list is endless.&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;It takes the future of our world, the great minds that will help our world. The classmates that were not only the best but the kindest, honest loving of all. The ones that asked, what's wrong when you were down, the same ones that helped you with the impossible numbers, &lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;the ones that passed the ball to you to score cleanly and every girl would shout out your name.&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;They were your alibis in unanswerable situations, where no one would believe you, or where you are guilty but because they said they were with you, the judge would smile and would ok it because they said they were with you because they were never gulity of anything.&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;The same people that had so many problems but they would still smile and say "ahhhh its nothing, God is in control", and it was something worrying to you.&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;They were the same people that were loved by everyone, they had this stamp of "you must love me" on their backs and it was automatic. They had answers to every problem. They were thinkers. They passed with high grades that astonished lecturers and their teachers that you just had to surrender your job, or ask for their help in certain fields. They were the people that would have made us ministers( of maybe disaster and preparedness) one day when they would be in power. Even Chogam, New oil in bulisa, NRM( these guys have a way of tapping great minds), Schools, Church kept on following them, keeping records of their life.&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt; &lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;On sunday we burried on of them.&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;The whole world knew &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.ug/search?hl=en&amp;q=muwagga+edward&amp;amp;btnG=Google+Search"&gt;Muwagga Edward&lt;/a&gt;, in Mengo we called him genius. He died in an accident on saturday morning that claimed four technology students, that were going to a burial of a friend's father in ntugamo.&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;Edward never made it to the hospital. The driver(a fellow student) lost control of the car and ......they crashed.&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;Edward had just lost his younger brother George exactly a month back to an illness that killed him in a short time. The sunday edward was burried was supposed to be the sunday they were meant to go as a family to finish up the cementing of the brother's grave.&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;The mom......i just had no words for her, but she told us to pray for her, to really pray for her. &lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;Muwagga Edward was the brightest or most clever, or wisest (whatever you may call it) person i have ever known. He saw maths as a toy, books were just books to him, fun. He was not a book worm, thats what i didnt get about him. He was free. &lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;He loved and cared for everyone, he would check on you when you least expect him to. I dont know how he managed his time but he never cancelled appointments, and was ever punctual. He was in several things, everything and he was always the leader.&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;He was a lectuerer and a third year student. The list is endless.&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;I kept on asking God&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt; &lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;Why? &lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;but at church, the headmaster of mengo ss said that everyone has a role to play in life and if he/she is taken then thier they would have finished their assignment, what they came to do. Its not a wasted life or a short life, his life and role on earth had come to an end.&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;Someone at the lumbe said that in this time when we are sorrowful we should look again in our hearts, and we shall see that in truth we are weeping for that which has been our delight.&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;His older sister said that he has left a legacy behind not because he would have made a great einstein or a great philosopher, but his theory of love, for everyone in any situation and his slogan of "there's nothing impossible if you put God and your heart in it".&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I will always treasure the happy times we had in this world, he loved me, he loved all of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;farewell Muwagga Edward&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;my your soul rest in peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-1620330616592299384?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/1620330616592299384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=1620330616592299384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/1620330616592299384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/1620330616592299384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2007/07/farewell.html' title='farewell'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-6055354707211376833</id><published>2007-06-16T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:21:11.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a good day, she called and said hi, how was your day? She's the latest catch and shez hot. I think i like her really, i told her i love her and she believes me, but i dont fall in love however much i try. I think am a robot. I do try, i even try kissing when my eyes are shut but i juts done feel it.&lt;/div&gt;I am slow at approaching smeone and the first time i try you you wont like me but when we get down to the basics of the inside person, you fall for me so bad that you cry when you see me smiling with someone else. Funny how getting someone can be a really hard  but when i get you, its hard to let me go, very hard. I dont use juju, its my heart its so..i dont know...likeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever done something really bad and right before you do it you know its bad but,.. what the heck, in the back of you mind your thinking life is all about adventures, if not then it would be useless. So you go ahead no matter the consequences or hurting the people involved and those around the situation you still do it. The funny thing you know it wont last, you wont make it last but your trying it out anyway. Ughh!!! You burry the future it comes with it in Idlewild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my habit. Then, back in the days i thought it would stop in form six, but it didnt. Been in campus for three years but still have the same habit. I hate it because its noticeable especially to the ladies. I try hiding but its really hard, somehow i just forget i was hiding the damn things and they just find themsleves infront of everyone. I have tried everything, i have even tried not thinking but i still do the damn thing. &lt;br /&gt;I need some serious therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good. I still smile when things are bad. I sleep naked, i think i miss my mother's womb. I still have the same old habit, thank God, its not as bad as other people's. I'am a good sinner, i mean i dont sin that bad. I miss crys, rea, lornah. So i guess am not a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;famous quoting from crystal rutangye "i give love easier when it's given to me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-6055354707211376833?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/6055354707211376833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=6055354707211376833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/6055354707211376833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/6055354707211376833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2007/06/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-6952370927186416453</id><published>2007-05-10T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:28:52.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pondering</title><content type='html'>Of late I have been watching 4400 and heroes, they all have one thing in common, powers: flying, taking life, immortality, ability to heal, controlling others etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me that maybe all of us have powers but maybe for the power to come out there’s something that’s missing in our lives that we rarely don’t give much thought or just ignore because it seems unreal,&lt;br /&gt;There are times when something has angered us and you just wish you had the ability with just the flick of your hand someone disappears from your face, or if you’re denied something may be wish you had power to just command someone to hand you the damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;There’s an instance where you see the most beautiful face and figure of some hoooooooooot babe driving a BMW with very nice everything from shoes, pants and top and her hair even if cheap looks very expensive to you and she parks her car, gets out and locks it while talking to some dude on phone(latest nokia you haven’t even heard of), with the best accent and sweetest voice you have ever heard and at that moment you just know she’s not your type, you don’t want to believe it but she’s not your type or sorry your not her type. It’s in these situations you wish you had some kind of power that would just make her be yours without even a simple hi to her or saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has an ability your not aware of,&lt;br /&gt;Lets assume that all of us had the ability to fly, my inner self tells me we all do and for this ability to come out may be we have to think of a happy moment, something that we treasured at some point or something that will always no matter what, put a smile on your face or take away all the days troubles and worries,&lt;br /&gt;that if you really thought about it or remembered it and it made you happy, joyful or feel like there’s a part of you that you feel like your in your world and its yours, you could fly,&lt;br /&gt;what would you think of? what could make you fly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-6952370927186416453?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/6952370927186416453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=6952370927186416453' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/6952370927186416453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/6952370927186416453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2007/05/pondering.html' title='pondering'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-8140899561774648205</id><published>2007-04-17T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:30:45.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>phrase it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The alarm goes off in your deep deeeep sleep, you were with beyounce knowles probably in Jayz's yatch and she liked you so much she almost became too charitable to you( i mean charity charity with S). You get up pissed to turn it off but realise it was the phone ringing, you glance at the watch and its 5:00am. &lt;em&gt;Now who could be calling me at this time. ohh!!! its her&lt;/em&gt;. Perfect timing when your just in the moment, it brings a smile to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: "Hi babes"&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is she ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You hear a sob, then another and it gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:"baby whats wrong? whats ..........."&lt;br /&gt;You go on and on asking what it could be but your figuring it all out in your brain.....why would someone call at this hour ....oh my....... &lt;em&gt;SHEZ PREGNANT!!!!#@^% UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has been crashing at her feet from the time she got the news! &lt;em&gt;How could he do this? how could he do this to me&lt;/em&gt;. She busts up in tears, she doesnt want to but she cant just stop crying. She has never felt like this before. &lt;em&gt;How could he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to swallow it inside but its too much to contain it just regugitates back. She takes a deep ब्रेअथ........that doesnt help........, she takes a deeeeeeeppppp breath,........ and another. Then trys to regain her composure by siting down. She takes a deeeeep one again to keep her cool. &lt;em&gt;God why is this happening to me. I thought we were meant to be. Of all tramps he goes for that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;She gets her phone and scrolls through the phonebook looking for any of her girls for help: trisha..&lt;em&gt;no she will not help&lt;/em&gt;..prisca...&lt;em&gt;no, &lt;/em&gt;crystal&lt;em&gt;...uhmmmmm...no&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And finally lands on the devil himself. Its way past midnight but she doesnt care.&lt;br /&gt;Crmmmm crmmm....the tears come back and she cant help it but cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:"whats the problem babes?"&lt;br /&gt;...you've already figured it all out...so you try to calm her like any gentleman would at this time....you cant freak out...not now. So your thinking...&lt;em&gt;what are we going to do...can she have the baby or..?&lt;/em&gt; you cant bring up the or ......you dont want to but....no...you were carefull..&lt;em&gt;yaa..&lt;/em&gt;you were carefull&lt;em&gt;...its probabaly another false alarm just like last time.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You take a deep breath of victory/triumph...she cant be, she was in her safe days and....बुत....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why cant she say something...its just a false alarm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:"Hannington, i want to talk to you@#".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That"s not good&lt;/em&gt;, she called you hannington, she never calls you hannington. So shez pissed, &lt;em&gt;its not entirely my फूलत......&lt;/em&gt;W&lt;em&gt;hy do i always have to take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:"Yah: we can talk tommorow morning at 7:00. I'll cut the morning lecture" &lt;em&gt;P:he was going to cut it अन्य्वाय...., he always cuts stat, he thinks i dont know his timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:"Tomorrow it is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She switches off without anything like; ugh, the uusual.&lt;br /&gt;Whats her problem, its just another false alarm. You switch on the tv and catch the latest on the cricket world cup. I&lt;em&gt;ts not entirely my fault&lt;/em&gt; ..you keep on reminding yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You think about the future but it keeps on fading away, your really not sure if you are getting married immediately, or if you want a job, no..or you'll get one. Sleep steals you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANG!! BANG!! That can wake you out of hell. &lt;em&gt;EH! banange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;you get up and open the door and shez still crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:"How could you do this to me? How could you hannington?" You try to calm her by touching her or a hug or something but she just shrugs you off. O&lt;em&gt;hhh thats not good, thats not good at all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:"Whats the problem?" &lt;em&gt;P: He even has the....... ugh, to ask me that? Does he think am a fool @ #&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:"I thought we were happy Hanny, I thought we were a good couple, I've given you all my all inspite of the few things you have done for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:"The few things i have done for you!!" &lt;em&gt;H:i have given her everything, I spent the whole of last sems allowance on her. What does this have to do with her pregnancy. It's getting to her in her first stage, how will she be in 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P"... and you go around sleeping with that tramp!!,, hanny i thought you were different ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmmm!! Y&lt;/em&gt;ou take a breath of defeat, so she found out. You touch touch around for a chair for support. Your wordless, speechless, verbaless, nothing comes out as you keep on recalling that night. How you tried to stay way from that Ivy, her bitchy friend but she got you. No no no no no you weren't drunk, you were normal but pretended to be drunk and you got her though she got you too. You keep quiet and she goes on and on but you can't hear her. Now would be the best time to say something, &lt;em&gt;come on think of something, something that has never been said/phrased or composed or written, something einstein and shakespear have never mentioned or thought of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;P:"Am done, i have done everything for you, everything. But i guess they weren't enough. I wasn't good enough( &lt;em&gt;she says all this in tears&lt;/em&gt;). You can go and have fun with your bitch."&lt;br /&gt;She heads for the door, now would be the best time to say it, &lt;em&gt;the phrase&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;H:"Babes (&lt;em&gt;she turns and looks at you, guess she still likes calling her that)........&lt;/em&gt;you pause and then you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am sorry".&lt;br /&gt;She gives you that look of I dont want to ever see you again and turns back heading for the door. Bangs the door hard.&lt;br /&gt;You've probably never been real sorry in you life but this time you were....you meant that word.&lt;br /&gt;But it just wasnt the perfect phrase or word for that moment, and you guess they'll never be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-8140899561774648205?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/8140899561774648205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=8140899561774648205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/8140899561774648205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/8140899561774648205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2007/04/phrase-it.html' title='phrase it'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-7215421981660961961</id><published>2007-02-27T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T06:57:27.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lone-.....</title><content type='html'>Am in my room watching season three of scrubs and there’s this surgeon who cant spell his name …and its so simple that a p2 kid can spell todd without first writing it down but the dude spells it tode…..and his a surgeon. It wasn’t funny but I was so stressed that I decided to just laugh it off ...but before I was through current said see ya, till 10 pm. I shout out all the insults I don’t want to hear my self to the UEB director or manager whoever is responsible, but realize later that the dude can’t hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to take a nap but the bed is way to cold... and I don’t know why it’s very cold of late this time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;I take a walk instead, my roommate is not coming back today, hez spending the night at his gals'....but am not sure which one...i just hope its not x coz he'll show up late and start telling me what went wrong.. killing my sleep in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the long route coz i may bump into mrs y who is ever asking for something and gives nothing in return( its not what you think). Its too cold...I should have brought a jacket. I pass a couple snogging each other in some corner and some other two holding each other tightly, i pass another who seem to be 2 weeks or 3 weeks old..the gal seems happy, the dude looks impatient.&lt;br /&gt;I get lonely instantly...hmmm. I get really really lonely. I think about my ex... i ask my self what if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing a few lines of baby face's what if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"what if we were supposed to be together, would that not mean anything&lt;br /&gt;what if that was supposed to be my house that you go home to every day..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ughhhhhh...the song doesnt give me what i wanted...it wasnt her that left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get really really lonely...should i call someone?, anybody, as long as its a gal....i pull out my L7, scroll my inbox and her name comes first on the list....i call but disconnect it.....i cant do this to her again.&lt;br /&gt;I think about other options...the new gals, Ivy, Eleanor, Priscilla, Nakamya, Kirabo,....list seems long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hits me...much as am lonely, I cant stand another relationship. The stress that comes from it, the endless needs thay have....the premiership, airtime.&lt;br /&gt;GOd what should i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am counselling some two friends of mine....they want to split but at the same time want each other....what is wrong with Love.&lt;br /&gt;I recall how the last one who really had my heart in her travel bag told me the dreaded four-word phrase:Can we be friends? .....I was dumped.&lt;br /&gt;Should i go down that road again? hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;But the loneliness: (i miss the arguments, i miss her standing by my side)thats baby face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach wandegeya before i even know it.....eddie tells me Departed is in.....my loneliness kicks the bucket. I get back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-7215421981660961961?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/7215421981660961961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=7215421981660961961' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/7215421981660961961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/7215421981660961961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2007/02/lone.html' title='lone-.....'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-5423769647470332253</id><published>2007-01-27T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T03:02:44.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dem days</title><content type='html'>Back in the days when we used to wear back cloth, some nothing and others leaves....&lt;br /&gt;when there was no blogging, only collecting firewood, fetching water(....ok i for one i wouldn't have done this because of my royal blood), wrestling...listening to poems i bet they clould beat &lt;a href="http://www.africansunrise.blogspot.com"&gt;www.africansunrise.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; .......&lt;br /&gt;and of course parents used to choose their daughters' husbands for them. Qualities they wanted in a man were simple. only the strong were choosen and i mean strong in all ways possible. They knew externals played a minor role — if any — in creating a healthy family.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not suggesting a return to those days (and am not saying its a bad idea) — they had problems of their own — but we can borrow a principle from them: if a woman is paired with an upstanding man, love will have a chance to grow. Why should women look for men of outstanding integrity and pray for God to make the soil fertile for love to grow? And why cant women stop the "Oh, we're just friends; we've never thought of dating; we're not romantic.” Why do they often overlook us in the “just friends” category?&lt;br /&gt;If this should remain the case, then am suggesting we borrow a leaf from dem days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-5423769647470332253?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/5423769647470332253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=5423769647470332253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/5423769647470332253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/5423769647470332253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2007/01/dem-days.html' title='dem days'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-3014249521816553421</id><published>2007-01-16T06:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:20:41.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phewwwwww</title><content type='html'>I was so bored today that i decided to go through my old mail looking for something amusing and i landed on quite some lovely application letter from some guy. here it goes, i dont know ehere it came from, i just copied and pasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am aply to my job of security guard to you boss inyou company of KDDA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I complete to Sitandad 7 examination certificate in1997. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My skool Kibungut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;high very good. I am 27 ears to be Born of age and nomallied and no childish. My father is dead long time ago and mymother mary in Swaziland country there 10 years now, no see she sonobody known to help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My certificate is just sitting home for itself, butpasses in Mathematics, Geography, Science and all subjectsbut fail in English because of Luhya teacher teaching meis jelos of myself. Me wear expenses cloth that Luhya teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I here people you want security guards to you companyand I tell you I am one of that job experience for 2 years. I shotthief dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I want to join the company of you and chase criminal out with meAK47. Please consider my aplication careful and call me anytime ! because me have celphone. I am red for! interview with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am very hornest and can speak English free. Please also great your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what amused me most was the great your wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-3014249521816553421?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/3014249521816553421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=3014249521816553421' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/3014249521816553421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/3014249521816553421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2007/01/phewwwwww_16.html' title='phewwwwww'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-5451971631259292173</id><published>2006-12-31T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T08:32:40.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year</title><content type='html'>wish you all a super doopa gropy mighty lovely fabulous&lt;br /&gt;fantastic happy prosperous and a full of blessing new year.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy it to the fullest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-5451971631259292173?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/5451971631259292173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=5451971631259292173' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/5451971631259292173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/5451971631259292173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-116732231401039878</id><published>2006-12-28T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T08:27:24.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it her fault</title><content type='html'>so am at the kantata at k.p.c and am seated between two very &lt;br /&gt;beautifull friends of mine... and they happen to be best friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'll call them timon and pumba. So i got to know timon through Pumba.&lt;br /&gt;I happened to have a liking for pumba before, but it was just like.&lt;br /&gt;so Pumba's phone is faulty, it cant call or sms ...it just recieves.&lt;br /&gt;so she asks for my help and am like it needs only 40gs to get back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pumba: whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttt, 40gs, thats a lot of money, i'll need someone&lt;br /&gt;to sponsor me.&lt;br /&gt;timon: hanny will sponsor you&lt;br /&gt;i turn to timon and whisper to her, " I am not her boyfriend"&lt;br /&gt;timon: Is it her fault your not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did she want me to say?&lt;br /&gt;by the way it left me thinking...was she interested but i didn't counter attack&lt;br /&gt;or is she still interested and it's some kind of message from her to the best friend to tell me on her behalf?&lt;br /&gt;i need help here!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-116732231401039878?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/116732231401039878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=116732231401039878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/116732231401039878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/116732231401039878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-it-her-fault.html' title='is it her fault'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-116594840565711975</id><published>2006-12-12T09:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T08:21:19.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happens to everyone</title><content type='html'>Am not in love with this gal but everyone just seems to think so. I just happen to have a soft spot for her....Doesn't it happen to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;I mean have you ever heard someone you just cant say NO to....Even if she or he was in-conviniencing you? Ok you yourself may think your in love but after a long period of time, after she has realized that she has that effect on you, you bounce back to your senses and realize its just something your not capable of controlling.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know she what she does to me......Lots.&lt;br /&gt;I have to dress up every Sunday for church, so smart that you may think am going for a wedding after.... just because she's going to be there...And there are these particular seats in church where we always seat ...So smart that you may think they are going to announce our wedding next week.&lt;br /&gt;I always take her for ice cream after church and walk her up to her taxi in the old park...These days it has been raining heavily and you just don't want to go to the park in that mad....In you best shoes..Goodness...Cant she just tell me to stop like at the entrances of the park? All she needs to do is say hanny you can stop here.&lt;br /&gt;And why does she always ask me to push her? Cant she just hug me and say goodbye honey...I mean Hanny.&lt;br /&gt;She beeps a lot, and I think she is just lucky that whenever she beeps, I always have credit on me, its like she has some computer guy on the other side that tells her Hannington has just loaded, beep after 3 minutes...And guess what...... I always call back. I asked her one day why she cant call me just this once...And she said.."U don't beep me".... Could some one tell her am not a gal!!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she is ending her goodbyes ..She always asks for airtime...She told me in one of the days she "calls" to 'bless' her with airtime...hmmmmm. I felt like I was the father in the confessions room after asking his lamb.." What troubles you my child?"&lt;br /&gt;So Cece Winnans was in town and she was to stage this mega show at one of the best..I think its the best hotel in town of late....Where I hear that a soda is sold in dollars. She told me she wanted to go for the show....Can I take her? hmmm.....And you know when  it comes to her ...NO is really hard....No seems like proposing to the gal I have loved my entire life. So I say we'll see. I looked for money !!!! banange....Every where...... I failed. &lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile there was some gal in a hair salon I had promised ice cream. I had no idea she was doing her hair for our ice cream thing...I had two things on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;I rarely pray but this time I asked God to intervene.....It was coming to one. It was just one of those days when am in the mood for gospel and I tuned 104.1.... miracles do happen people, they are real...The presenter announced how the tickets were sold out. I shouted a small halleluyah with in. Its so happened that she was listnening to the same station..she beeped immediately..I called immediately.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;her:" Hanny have got the tickets?"&lt;br /&gt;me: am just at the offices and they've just told me they've been sold out.&lt;br /&gt;her: not even one is available&lt;br /&gt;me: would have bought it for you if it was&lt;br /&gt;her: why dint you come earlier&lt;br /&gt;me: had no idea they would game like that&lt;br /&gt;her: am so sorry for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(me losing or ......)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: may be will go for something else&lt;br /&gt;her: maybe ....&lt;br /&gt;me: ok bye&lt;br /&gt;her: ok bye...Could you please send me some airtime&lt;/em&gt; I sent it....But God does work in mysterious ways....&lt;br /&gt;I actually said no to her for the very first time...... Bravo Hanny...Bravo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-116594840565711975?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/116594840565711975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=116594840565711975' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/116594840565711975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/116594840565711975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2006/12/happens-to-everyone_12.html' title='happens to everyone'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-116316743718197024</id><published>2006-11-10T05:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:38:24.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>battle at kikoni water front</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to all the comrades that were injured in this war.&lt;br /&gt;What a week this has been? I would have never prayed for anything better.&lt;br /&gt;The week kicked off with the lecturer's scaring the government that they would strike..blah blah... and well to show their patriotism, they went back home and sat, actually most went back to rwakitula, kabale and that whole region. mbui they were striking...one of the relatives of the lecturers was stunned to see the guy on  a monday morning and she asked "Aaroni, nenchi?" she thought the guy had been sacked. " Aron explained the whole situation and bla blah to the granny.&lt;br /&gt;we the students were so pissed at the lectures, mbu they were striking by sitting down and doing nothing, what happened to patriotism? freedom fighters? tghe nelson mandelas, obote, Akol, Omar..ok those are not common names but are legends in lumuba.&lt;br /&gt;i being an activist and fellow activists could not just watch as our love for freedom fighting, disambiguation, strikes be murdered and ruthlessly distorted by products of uncaring, child insensitive, poor village kabale, rwakitula, toro products. &lt;br /&gt;our fellow comrades in the famous lumumba hall had been locked in, the chairman told us to look for reinforcements from all corners of our posts and to lead a war that would set an example to all those boys from rwakitula. he said the battalion on the central front had been ambushed. this was our chance to prove to him that we were men of honour. we joined arms, collected all the best weapons from all the posts and at exactly 6:00 am we attacked the famous kikoni. &lt;br /&gt;everyone in the nieghbour was shcoked and surprised to see young men in their famous uniforms(undergradaute gowns) shoutinng in unison...i can steal hear the cries of weewe...weewe, eh strking oyee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;we set up our platoon at the north gate, got the best bullets(stones), clubs and everything you could la your hands on, and attacked the northern army(police), they had all kind of artillary, but the commander kept on telling us to attack, attack..&lt;br /&gt;we did the best we could, we took out some of the ground forces and the southern army was not doing also good.&lt;br /&gt;things were going smoothly until they could take in no more, they brought thier airforce(tear gas), the southern front had warned us of this and we were well prepared. they took thier first shots, but like i said we had our countermeasure(water in buckets and basins), the counter measures completeky cooled off thier missiles and this annoyed their feild marshall real bad, he had underestimated  us. In war never never underestimate your opponet, you just dont know what jhe is capable of. So the field marshall ordered the airforce to bring in the stelath fighters( big trucks of tear gas), and woooooooooo....what they didnt do to us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;everyone started running for his/her life, the commmanbedr kept on sending orders but no one was listening, there were stampedes every where, people were running for their lives, i thought i was a good runner but i was disapproved that day, masks came out of nowhere, all white and only covered your nose, the whole place was misty,&lt;br /&gt;people could not breath, i didnt know why they named it tear gas but i found out that day....it was total fraccass.. i couldn't breathe, see or talk, commander told us to man our stations...everything started to die out ...&lt;br /&gt;i woke up in a cell and i had a feeling it was luzira...turned out i was right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-116316743718197024?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/116316743718197024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=116316743718197024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/116316743718197024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/116316743718197024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2006/11/battle-at-kikoni-water-front.html' title='battle at kikoni water front'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-116316595300436531</id><published>2006-11-10T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T05:39:13.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-116316595300436531?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/116316595300436531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=116316595300436531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/116316595300436531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/116316595300436531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2006/11/hooo.html' title='hooo'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-115987082648081274</id><published>2006-10-03T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T03:20:26.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am tired</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of being last on the list of people's priorities. &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of never having a place in their decisions. It's time I started worrying about my own damn self like others do and do what's best for me. &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being accused of being selfish when I share everything I have with others, and try to share more but they won't let me. &lt;br /&gt;I am tired of abstaining when am in a sea of girls.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of saying ok when its actually not,.... i mean cant someone see that it's not without them asking.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of people who are confusing my roomate, it affects me when his angry and when he has so much to talk about that you just cant sleep. &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of your judging me and persecuting me. &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of people who can't pronounce my name, it makes me sick inside. Why cant you cut it short, ....it's hanny, and say it like you mean it....guys pliz dont when there are girls around.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of lieing...ok not alot but to get what i want or run away from what touches me...why cant i just tell the truth all the time. Am not saying everything I say are lies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the job my uncle gave me, ...the problem is that everyone older than you is your boss...the most annoying are the daft ones especially his sister in law. My uncle thinks he knows everything, am tired of him asking for my grades when my Dad doesn,t.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of rolexes, it's the only supper you can get past 10;00 in kikoni.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of some neighbour of ours who is so beautiful, sexy,....and all. I always just see her in a towel with a cute tatoo on that body of hers...and she never says hi to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of going to waterloo to say hi, ....there are some few people that i would love to go see but i end up going to all rooms.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of ever complaining in my heart, someone pisses me but i just can't yell at you or fight, i fight with in.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of my former roomate, the guy just wont grow up, hez still pimped up and uses the same vulgar language. But he is my friend and i love him and .......&lt;br /&gt;Ok am tired of writing now, ..... by the way i was joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God,&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me for all my wrong doings. And please forgive me for neglecting you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-115987082648081274?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/115987082648081274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=115987082648081274' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/115987082648081274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/115987082648081274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-tired.html' title='i am tired'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-115917101461542359</id><published>2006-09-25T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:56:54.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you got me wrong</title><content type='html'>First of all, a huge debt of thanks to all of you who spoke up, publicly and/or privately, to support me and the expression of myself through this blog. Some of you were 100% ....."you go, boy"; some of you don't necessarily agree with me, but support me in saying it; and some of you expressed neither approval nor disapproval, but encouraged me in some way. Regardless, I love all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main issue wasn't that some people expressed disapproval of what I said, or what they think I do. There were only two or three, actually one...and she knows herself who fit that category, and it certainly didn't rise to the level of harassment. Shez entitled to her thoughts, and I respect and understand her point of view...though...i will leave thay hanging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I had second thoughts about this only because I wasn't sure that anyone was interested, but to my surprise, Ed liked it. I guess all men are the same, am speaking ldeally.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, i still think that given the opportunity, anybody can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-115917101461542359?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/115917101461542359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=115917101461542359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/115917101461542359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/115917101461542359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-got-me-wrong.html' title='you got me wrong'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-115761035095714446</id><published>2006-09-06T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:25:50.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont get me wrong</title><content type='html'>Many of you think I can’t handle a relationship. Someone told me that he thinks that I think cheating is ok in a relationship. Well I won’t say its not and won’t say it is.&lt;br /&gt;But ideally, what is just so wrong with it if your not caught.&lt;br /&gt; As far as men are concerned; major percentage believe that "if she (I mean the Haille Berry’s) agrees I will not miss the golden opportunity" but many would wish secretly in order to avoid any clashes, and if I find a gal who knows the fact that I’ am in a relationship but she is ready to fling, how can I basically say NO? I mean am a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the dream and an expectation of a man, yes, if the relation your in is unsatisfactory, becomes journey to heaven. However, no one can stop imagining the dominant personality of colleague (opposite-sex) even in a Christian surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong here, am speaking ideally. I wish I could mention some of the gals we know here but I wont, it might cause some problems.&lt;br /&gt;There’s a friend ….ugh this one I’ll mention Ed, his hooked to this fine sister and the brother has love…for real if your reading this D, &lt;br /&gt;But( ed it wont hurt) he still gets crashes yet his the most faithful brother I’ve known.&lt;br /&gt;Now put him in a room with the G unit queen and she’s willing to go extra miles, I don’t think he would resist. &lt;br /&gt;  Gals on the other hand control their sexual desire in fear of social consequences (how many have I slept with, what will hanny think?), despite inadequate sexual appetite. That’s why most of the time they are upset, restless, tedious and etc; in their life.  Research shows that sexual appetite is natural process connected with our body and brain functioning, as the relief is by the process of releasing so controlling is not normal can lead to major psychological diseases such as depression, sickness and lifelessness etc; are enough to invite blood pressure, mental and physical problems etc. which am not ready for at this tender age of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people prefer to follow social norms and do not act, who act are either careless or their necessity or desire overcomes the society norms. It does not mean those who follow social norms are honest, they too have the feelings and desires, which they repress in order to avoid facing social consequences, indicates they are emotionally prepared for relation but social boundaries restrict them. Now I don’t know where I would fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one is honest as long as HE(very sure) or she doesn’t get the opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-115761035095714446?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/115761035095714446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=115761035095714446' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/115761035095714446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/115761035095714446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-get-me-wrong.html' title='dont get me wrong'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-115601236331067428</id><published>2006-08-19T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T11:32:43.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>The season kicked off in high gear and everyone was certain of his team taking the trophy, going unbeaten all season and not losing to the virgin teams of this season. Well things backfired on my side, we almost lost on our first match in the emirates stadium but it was the future Beckham (if only he was an inch taller) that rescued us. That boy looks really good, he makes you think of fags otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry Eddie, we’ll live another day, and I promise you this, can’t guarantee, but …you’ll fall in the emirates stadium.&lt;br /&gt;So after our disappointment I decided to go get a prison break or X3.&lt;br /&gt;As I was going through the lib shelves, some lady (I’ll call her that for formality)&lt;br /&gt;came in and asked the new librarian that she wanted Jack Bauer part 5.....&lt;br /&gt;God...its amazing..just amzaing...the poor librarian searched through all his collection and failed to find Jack. Yet he had all the 24's sleeping in his shelf comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;So she decided to choose an "alternative", she asked for a Nigerian movie...my day was getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t believe that some one can go to a lib and get a “two can play that game remix in Nigerian and leave Pink panther on display. What is it with Ugandans and Nigerian movies? And the annoying thing they remember the titles and forget the flick Dicarprio drowned at the end (by the way to most it was the first time to see an actor die in his movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this brought back sad memories ... there was a time we were watching a flick and a guy called Orlando bloom, Dicarprio...I felt like crying for the first time since crys called me a muganda.&lt;br /&gt;He actually went on and told us more how Warlberg is Damon...&lt;br /&gt;he not only stopped there... he told us how jack Bauer has just come on scene...&lt;br /&gt;very few people know jack Bauer’s real aka, so is James bond, and Rambo (ok at one time we all did, if you don’t believe me ask a boo boy at home).&lt;br /&gt;Yet the annoying thing they know Jenevive and some other fake guys of Nigeria Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;Can you blv they compare Julia Roberts with that gal, dammmmnnnnn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;People these guys are known throughout the world, they have won Oscars and several other trophies (whatever they are) and are recognized as ambassadors, how do you get the zeal to compare them with akinukwa (whatver it means)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-115601236331067428?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/115601236331067428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=115601236331067428' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/115601236331067428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/115601236331067428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2006/08/ugh_19.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32276045.post-115487170081123924</id><published>2006-08-06T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T06:41:40.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>muganda</title><content type='html'>i asked someone last night to define me and&lt;br /&gt;to my surprise she said, " muganda", well it surprised me because&lt;br /&gt;the definition of muganda is mega depending,&lt;br /&gt;say it could mean that you are too local; you watch yourself on tv and you dont beleive its you cause there's no way you got in.&lt;br /&gt;accent; well most baganda's accents are not appeasing..and they just add luganda words to the english voca and it seems ok...like "kale those guys are bad".&lt;br /&gt;dressing: baganda are smart people...even if hez going to a burrial.&lt;br /&gt;am still pondering on the rest but whatever she meant left me thinking a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32276045-115487170081123924?l=muganda-hanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/feeds/115487170081123924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32276045&amp;postID=115487170081123924' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/115487170081123924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32276045/posts/default/115487170081123924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muganda-hanny.blogspot.com/2006/08/muganda.html' title='muganda'/><author><name>muganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977089018447879921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
