WEALTH.....

Just if u are wondering, I am not rich... I live in the average penury leval. No I do not know all that there is to know and neither do I have a right to speak of these things. I am nobody ..
 But yet again the constitution gives me right to speak... What I will say, trust me will be of more help to someone if it doesn't do any to you. There is that one person that will relate  with me....
It is for that category that I write. All I caution them is this... Pick the one thing u expect to work. And talk rationally about it later. I need feedback.

Most of these rich people are not quite as intelligent but for the command their wealth wraps them with. We are the informed ones... With the business acumen.... Why is it that so much wealth is in the hands of these individuals? This serves to show that It does not take much intelligence to get there. Its all about the perseverance.. Patience and continued resolve despite the odds. Too much study and intelligence makes one seem to know much and fail to decide what is good and relevant. And impatience wraps us.

Honestly I listen to some ideas given and I scoff. I have this moral pride that gives me the feeling of... 'If I was that rich... I would speak better be more knowledgeable and let my words and ideas command more than just the money and empires.' I think its fair to say that shrewdness and luck are good players in this game of wealth. Another is the economic situation and political situation at that time when they started.
Those guys don't watch as much business news as they say they do. They dont sleep as late as they say nor do they rise as early.  Some do... But not all of them. Especially in the aspect of reading.

The best advise is to start in the moment nurture your investment tenderly and wait for the way it grows. Another is spending much less that you earn... Be honest to yourself and have a vision... A particular one that is priority.
Work with those you trust and look out for niches.

Please yourself first and have clear cash flows. Not all advise is the best. Tailor what you hear to suite what you seek. It takes originality to break out of the cage of commons that we are all born to.
Like William Shakespeare said... Some are born lucky others have luck thrust upon then and the rest have to work and chase that luck.

Know who you are.... What your perception of money is and then take risk. And hope for the best.
I believe I can't exhaust half or even a drop in the ocean of what u need to succeed. But all I know is that tailoring what I see hear and feel to work for you... It should be encrypted in the DNA of this ocean. It goes all the way.

Godspeed all in the journey to your wealth .... I will start when I am ready. Still tailoring what I have felt...
 Wait... Did I say start now??....

Here is what experience has taught me; when dealing with any female, human or animal, terrestrial or extra-terrestrial, approach with extreme prejudice.

There is always a pre-set function in them that will expect you to understand what is not said or explicitly insinuated. But you just have to know! It should be a sort of intuitional or magical revelation.

That is just how they are. You don’t treat them ordinary. The tips that usually help loosen your hook could include the following:

·         Massage/ soothe their egos. Here you will need to compliment, respect them. Address them more than appropriately, don’t forget names, and important dates in their lives, like the date she fist had a pedicure with you, the day she first cooked for you, the day she gave you a certain nickname…. Etc. etc. never forget the trivial things on their anatomy that you think they think make them look good.

That is a gateway for you to close whatever deal it is that you aim to achieve depending on the situation. Most importantly, it does not get you out of trouble, but gets you out of mortal trouble.

If you don’t abide by this simple ego rule, you would be treated rudely, talked ill about…. You know what they end up doing……

Well, there is one word that would describe how to deal with them…. Try to act a Gentleman, even if your clan has never had one.

DISCLAIMER: THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO

ALL THAT YOU KNOW. SOME ARE ACTUALLY BATTLE HARDENED......

The Pearl

The Pearl.....

The sun is generous with its rays,

The wind is kind today

And peace oozes from all angles

The day is infant and gay

Birds wake with melody,

Sweet and soothing

Owls retire, but in agony

Indeed this beauty is something

The green rises and falls

It’s so visible from every vantage

Rivers wind and bend,

Whispering calmly to themselves

Indeed this place is magical

Its beauty and natural appeal uncorrupted

It is the Pearl Of Africa…

We realize the impact…

 

Home

Home yes Gentlemen do still exist

NO, I WILL NOT!!!!!!

So, I have been scarce for quite a while, and that is absolutely by choice. I have been on the lookout and many, if not, most of the things I wanted to write about were very scary ones even to me. Those better taken to the grave…….

I mean, how I can write about the weird hairstyles that SOME OF THE girls of MUBS have decided to adopt. It seems to me like they are all in a contest for who will be the best worst movie hairstyle holder.  Some have lots of colour on the hair, and a shaggy that does not work well with their pimple spotted faces, and there are those who have extension that make funny the shapes of their heads, let alone hide their already hideous faces.

How can I seriously write to you all about this!!!! I would be very ashamed to tell you that the make up on some of their faces is that that shouts out... ‘I think I have pulled off the best Corpse look’ 

I mean, they become so pale that make up ceases to describe that which they have used. Personally I would recommend the word ‘horrify up’ or make down’ or ‘ruralise’ but even the very rural girls look normal.  I thought the entire essence of making up was to make one look oilier, or add a glow to the countenance, but this ‘generation has gone to the Dogs’

Of course I cannot talk about the dress code. I leave that to the minister for the youth Honourable KIBUULE……

Honestly, I think it would be mean of me to tell you that I have the most hilarious of images born in my mind when I look at what is going on around me, especially when I go to the vicinity of SOME of  the campus students. I will not talk about the lip gloss that makes lips seem like they have been peeled of their top layer, and only wound is exposed. No I will Not!!!!

Now this guy is kinda right

keep the culture girls

On the brighter side though, we also have the conservative. These leave their hair trimmed, to appear like those of 14 year old boys, and avoid the use of ‘chemicals’ on themselves. By chemicals, they mean colognes and deodorants. They emit the natural ‘scent’ ‘Kavubukka’ that works as a substitute for a pesticide. Even flies would not stand this ‘wickedly native eye piercing and nose blocking scent’…. Now that is what I call cultural preservation!!!!

Whatever recommendations you have to any of the categories afore stated, share with me @georgeephraim it’s only applicable for those on twitter. I am in no position to judge them, due to my proper upbringing, so am leaving the dirty work to you…….

Like I said, do not blame me for writing this, but it was not meant for your eye. I had chosen to keep quiet, and this is my idea of thinking!

I think i forgot to say MWAAAAA

DRENCHED........

I am drenched as I write this. The rain was merciless in soaking me despite my dressing to the Nines. Clad in a slim Necktie, White shirt with black stripes, a nice pair of shoes, two pairs of hankies and an expensive wallet with hardly enough money to buy it in it.

That may not have been me, but i raced almost like that.

I dedicate this to my mother who celebrates her birthday today, and loves a good story which involves real events and real people… by real people I mean me.

Dear mother,

I had to walk in the rain today because my car was still in the future. And one gentleman had categorically told me that only the rich could move in the rain. I chose to defy his assertion by resolutely walking in this rain. I knew I had a vehicle but,

That is the car am talking about.

 like I said it was still in the future. As I strode on the road between ministry of Education and he parliament soveniour shop. The rain was momentary, spitting out in different intervals, with some having nothing at all. Now, one  old man saw me when they beating of the rain had intensified, he shouted while running beyond me ‘Naye eeno enkuubba ejjogga’…… meaning that indeed this rain can undermine… and I agreed. Because this was real. Despite my smart attire, I was being drenched. Now as this rain kept falling, I thought so much of the people who stayed in Bwaise, and had to go back home to floating beds.

I think you see the Beds Floating..........

So I am chauffeured to my destination in a van with white and blue linings on its side…. Isn’t that wealth?? All I had to do was sit tight and wait to reach my destination. Many of you would ordinarily call it a taxi, but this was ‘my ride’ for the few minutes I sat there in. as we by passed the Warid Clock Tower; water was practically flooded on the road. I thought we were in India. Too bad I did not have a smart phone to be able to take the picture for you to have a raw perspective of what exactly was going on. So the best I can do is use Google to get related pictures… am sure you will get the message.  I saw a lady holding herself tight, I think to give the mind an illusion of warmth, and yet I realised that it was not working because of the fact that she wore really short skirts, and am sure the cold reached the marrow…. Unfortunately she was not the kind of woman I would run to give a warming hug, because in my head she looked like those women that you used to warn me about, mother…….here they are called the  ‘akaboozzis’. And my teacher of Literature called them Strumpets.  As soon as I dismounted my private ride, the rain descended on me again….

Now like earlier stated, I kind of studied in a school where the norm was not to run in the rain, and so far I had kept that code. But here is the thing, for those of you who think that Kiprotich is the fastest Ugandan, and then you are wrong. Men raced in this rain, in suits, and a look that inspired only laughter. I kept my hankie on my face, and it is only  fair to say that it was not chocolate brown, because I am a clean guy, and endeavour to shower twice………

You know how we tilt our heads in the rain, make a rare face , and place our teeth out, as though it would reduce the intensity or the level of Wetness, I took time to stand in the rain, stare, and just laugh at what I saw. After all I was already drenched to the inner garments that did not see the sun often.

Yeah....Only the Rich Enjoy the rains......

Do not Laugh....Am Just Saying

DON’T LAUGH…. AM JUST SAYING……….Now it is rare that I care about what surrounds me, but today I think it was a different situation all together. First I encounter one of these girls uprooted from the village and retaining all the norms that are a thing of comedy of late. As she dismounted a taxi, she had the courtesy of saying ‘Neyanzzizza ssebo’  Meaning Thank You sir and the man laughed so heartily….that all the people in the taxi got into a frenzy of argument and laughter.
A few minutes later, we stop and a passenger spots us. Now this guy races to the taxi, like a fast entrance could be able to enable him reach faster to his destination.  How interesting, because we sat for a painful five more minutes, and I couldn’t help the devilishly cute smile that creased my face.

 

Now the other scenario arose from this campaser, like they like to be called, coz the name is still fresh to them and it quite means a lot.   Now everyone has their idea of swag. This guy, what he lacked in money and style he made up for in an endowment in the lower region… how did he manifest this???? His walk/ gait and swagger was characterised by aside to side sway that showed off or rather pronounced his one endowment. The waist was to be edged forward slightly, and at first glance you would think that he is sick, but it was his swag….There  is this new excitement that is surrounding reporting to campus, especially in MUBS. Ok,personally I think that the Girls are younger, but the boys are much older…. Maybe this female emancipation thing has led to boys being left out. The Boys seem bigger in size. I think they started school late after their parents questioning the relevance of sending them to school after seeing the many ‘Bbanyuuwi b’enjagga’ loosely translated as drinkers of weed/drugs. Had I been a parent, I would have done the same………….

Then when I got back to work, one of the people I work with was at the verge of buying a car…it was a yellow starlet…can you believe?? Now it is bad enough that he is buying a starlet. But the colour yellow????? Really??? You know, one of the females I got to know on Facebook looked good in pictures. But upon meeting her, she had a behind like that of a Vitz….now a starlet’s behind was Flatter than that!!!!! Pardon me if you drive either of the cars, but I guess we are entitled to our different opinions…. And you know the colour yellow on a guy is Kind of Gay……right? Am glad you agree.I was just saying…………………. Dont Kill Me I am already dead... and with love Like Cupid.......