Sugarbabes

Well I never!

Sugarbabes — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 15:04:00 GMT

A while back last year in Ug I was experiencing a loosing battle with mosquitoes gunning to take a bite out of me at any given opportunity if I omitted to use the protection I'd taken. I wasn't taken serious even when presenting with bumps allover to certify my predicament from the skirmishes I was having with mosquitoes. Some persons went even far as saying I had a magnet which attracted them to attack only me. I found this very puzzling and couldn't see the funny side of things as anyone who has been tortured by the sound and effect of mosquito-bites will tell you!

Anyway today I came across a colleague at lunch who'd just returned back from the tropics on holiday. She went on to recount how it went - seems like the whole globe is developing. She too had a difficult time recognising St. Vincents from when she was last there. Amidst our chat she revealed something to me that I am now hotly pursuing with my science buddies to confirm. You see, she too had a very difficult time with mosquitoes whilst on St. Vincent (an Island in the Caribean) and after a lot of agonizing as to why it appeared she was the only one being targeted by these creatures, she was told it was because she lacked iron. Apparently mosquitoes don't much like iron and opt for females whose iron stores are not always as good as males. Well I neva!!! So if there's anyone else out there who may agree with this belief or discredit it, I'm all ears!!!

Happily ever after - NOT

Sugarbabes — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 23:16:00 GMT

Just when you thought you were practically married with children (or at the very least kept a toothbrush at his flat); the break-up comes from out of the blue. Or, scenario two, you might have been expecting it for weeks. Whatever the circumstances, nothing makes the trauma of a break-up any easier. You can forget about it ‘cutting both ways’, the pain and punctured pride of a split always feels more like you’ve undergone full body surgery – without even the plastic yet perfect figure to show for it afterwards. Despite this, what awaits is still a long and winding road to recovery.

It’s universal and incontrovertible truth that breaking up is hard to do – but it’s doubly difficult if you’ve quite literally been screwed and chucked. Chances are you didn’t even get an orgasm out of the experience…so you’ve been shunned and short-changed: it really is a bloody hard life. Your immediate thought, naturally, is Am I really bad in bed? (Trust me, this is unlikely.) The next: Should I have braved that Brazillian? Well, please rest assured on that one too – the male attention span being what it is, he probably wasn’t down there long enough to notice your topiary…if you were lucky enough for him to be down under in the first place, that is. We know men who have split with women because of an infrequency of blow jobs, but God forbid you should ever complain to them about their resounding lack of reciprocation. Frankly, with some men, you are lucky if the foreplay involves anything more than unwrapping the condom (though, clearly, there are others who can take you to seventh heaven with a simple demonstration of their Cardbury’s Crème Egg techniques – less, ‘How do you eat yours?’ more ‘My God, how do you do that?’

As a couple, you may have been together for days, weeks or months (hell, maybe even years – if so, I’m impressed), but whatever the length of liaison, he has now ended it. He’s dumped you. Whatever you do, don’t auction all your belongings on eBay in recognition of the fact that your life is now officially over – as it most certainly is not. A view shared by most, don’t be a woman scorned, be a woman savvy enough to come out of this with your head held high. Maintain your dignity – at least until he’s not around to see you cry.

Gosh you can tell the years I'm clocking on. I am sounding more and more like those annoying agony aunts or uncles that keep dishing out advise on how to deal with heartbreak (you can never be too certain these days as a Joan could on the flipside turn out to be John). I don’t know why it’s called heartbreak, it should be termed heartburn or emotional terrorism seeing as that’s a word which is “hip”.

Resorting to herbal remedies

Sugarbabes — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 22:57:00 GMT

Though many people frown upon herbal medicine and indeed some even think its all mumble-jumble, I have personally found that taking Echinacea can reduce chances of catching a cold as well halving the duration of a cold. Many people swear by vitamin C when it comes to preventing or fighting a cold. Personally whilst I think it does fight the invading gits, vitamin C actually does very little to prevent the common cold occuring. This is not to say that one shouldn't make sure his/her diet includes sufficient amounts of the vitamin, however, as the body is unable to produce it on its own. I am saved having to remember to popor chew vitamin C tablets every day - virtually most drinks come with it added, courtesy of nanny state.

Another common misconception regarding the common cold is that, once you have one, there is nothing you can do about it. Antiviral drugs, however, if taken soon enough can reduce the duration of the illness and make you feel better in the meantime. Other medications such as Lemsip will also help to make the symptoms of the cold less unpleasant. If everyone around you is falling over with cold and flu symptoms, there are a few things you can do which will limit your chances of falling ill. Wash your hands regularly (amazingly this practice is being taught and drilled into persons in these developed countries!), avoid people who you know are or have been ill and try not to touch your nose or face (yes, that includes picking your nose however much attached you might've become to such a habit). And if you do catch a cold, don't worry too much - your immune system will deal with it and it should only last for seven days. Any longer and you prolly need to check it out with your doctor.

The common cold isn't caused by cold weather or any other common misconception - it is a virus which can be caught either through the air after an infected person has coughed or sneezed or from contact with the saliva or nasal secretions of a person carrying the virus. The virus is constantly mutating, which is why it is impossible to immunise people against the condition.

How to distinguish between Africans

Sugarbabes — Tue, 23 Oct 2007 19:26:00 GMT

I feel a bout of verbatism coming on....back to my VIA (verbal incontinence annonymous) group. It's been a while since I've taken to the chair to pour out so I'm by-passing the incontinence pads.

Let's recap:

It comes, as something of a surprise to many Africans to discover that all Africans look the same to non-African... How do you tell a Nigerian from a Kenyan - and I am not talking about passports or clothing.

The easiest way, of course is the name, for example Ogunkoye, Ekwekwe or Babangida can only be Nigerian, a Njoroge, Otieno or Kilonzo must be from Kenya. Where else would you bump into a name like Promise, Immaculate or Patience other than in Zimbabwe? And where do the Dunns come from? They are surely from Liberia or Siera Leone. Surely everybody knows North and South Africans, the East Africans always say yes even when they disagree vehemently (eyes wide-opened). No wonder there have been very few coups in this region. They have not guts to go against the establishment. They are also the UN's first choice for Peace Keeping duties worldwide (Ugians taken note).

Forget about the Egyptians and Sudanes who change their continents based on which side of the bread is buttered. When convenient, and the Petro-Dollar is flowing, they masquerade as Arabs. When the World Bank is dishing out aid to the Third World, they shuffle themselves, cup-in-hand, jostling for the paltry aid given to the poor African countries. All that is about to be threatened with the Muslim Live-8...something has to be done about Darfur for sure.

If you want to be more specific, the Cameroonians will borrow money to buy Champagne. They can even sell a hole in their pockets to ape the bourgeois - blame the French I say.

The Ghanaians think they invented politics. No Ghanaian worth his salt will conclude a conversation without mentioning the famous Kwame Nkurumah or quoting a phrase from one of his speeches. Even when barganing at the Bazaar, a 'Kwame' phrase has a magical effect. The problem is they think that this effect is worldwide! A dukawalla in Bombay was forgiven for thinking Kwame was a unit of currency in Africa!

The Congolese think they have the best music and the best dancers. They have this heavenly feeling that they were brought into this world to Sing and Dance...and please, for your own safety, don't dare challenge that! A Congolese can be spotted from afar by his gait...and it also depends on the mood of the walker. A Ndombolo walk is a sign of happiness (...also means 'I've just had it'); a Baba Gaston walk is a sign of old age.

The Nigerian (oh yeso) have a THING about clothes and jewellery. The are the Indians of Africa; you'll always find a Nigerian in any part of the world...(actually Ugandans are steadily competing for this title) there is someone contending for Mayorship somewhere in remote Russia of all the places. (Not to be confused with Obama in the USA running for presidency of - and he's of Kenyan ancestory for those who care to know). There is a Nigerian Police inspector in Wollongong...(somewhere in Australia) I wonder how long he'll be there before he decides to become fluid with the cash. They are like roaches and will be found in the most unusual places.

The Ethiopians think they have the most beautiful women on God's earth, (think about it, have you ever seen an ugly Ethiopian Lady?)...no, not the post menopause geriatric one, we are talking about the under 45 or so...hmm.)

We won't talk about the Somalis for the time being as they are suffering frm a severe identity crisis. How else do you explain a Somalian holding a Kenyan Passport saying he was born and raised in Pand-Peri (somewhere in Kisumu) while the same gentleman cannot utter the basic general greeting?

Morrocans think they're French and so do the Burkinababes, Algerians hate the French.

Sierra Leonians smile profusely like they are on ectasy. Liberians can't get over America... they copy everything including Rambo... any wonder they have Rambo-style rumbles in the jungle. Call it an influence from Hollwood - or is is it Nollywood now?

All East, and Southern African countries have more or less the same boring national anthems, but the South Africans sing it best. Which other national anthem can make your feet loose control and do a jig on their own? The South Africans have thick and springy hair; the Zambians and Kenyans have prominent foreheads. The Nigerians have thick luscious lips and their females posses some of the widest posteriors. I actually think the Botswana/Zimbababes compete for the widest posterior title now I've looked in length...

The West Africans have short memories and never learn from their mistakes; how many times are they caught all over the world on drug-related cases yet they continue the trade. How many times are they goig to send those silly chain letters asking for bank accounts and pretending they are sons of Chief so and so? The concept of order and discipline must have been invented in East Africa; the words don't exist in West Africa, especially in Nigeria... does anyone know how many coups that country has endured? When a cabinet minister is caught in a corruption scandal, he commits suicide in Southern Africa; in West Africa he's promoted after the next coup d'Etat. In Uganda and Kenya, he is stripped of his Cabinet post for a short while till the dust settles and then re-instated to a higher Cabinet post which amalgamates his earlier Cabinet post. In essence, he still controls his earlier Ministerial post by proxy.

In athletics, the divisions are easy: from 800m to the marathon to the East Africans hold sway; the West Africans are only good at the sprints. With the onset of eliminating apartheid, South Africans have come out of being only reknown for singing, but since they are considered to be amongst the 1st World, their sports too are of that arena... But when it comes to football (soccer), the North and West Africans (of course given their upper hand in corruption) dominate the lesser-skilled East and South Africans.

Its not as easy to score

Sugarbabes — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 22:21:00 GMT

Hmmm... the things that one hears in public places. There I was just minding my business about how the heck I'm gonna pay off my rising debt crisis. Dont you just hate it when you have to be forced to look at those unopened envelopes just so that you face up to the fact that yeap - you are in the red and you are being reminding politely that the bailliffs will come and pay you a visit and help you off with some of your furniture etc... I'm not there yet - but I could be - no actually I don't have much worth for my creditors to send their boys around. Come to think of it, I've yet to see gals in this trade, I wonder why?

Anyway where was I? Oh yeah. Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea or so it would seem.

There was this couple sitting next to me locked in some private drama that they'd made public at the doctors surgery waiting room. I was there in the hope to convince ma doctor that anti depressants don't work - I just needed plastic surgery and preferrably on the NHS. The couple was "trying" for a child. Question that comes to ma mind is: when did the love making go out of the window and it became a trial?

From their conversation, they'd been at it for 5yrs. That's a heck of a long time to be working on getting preggars if you ask me - though thankfully some of you may definitely not ask me! However this was definitely not a laughing matter - believe me - the missus was on a mission and she meant business. She was complaining hubby aside from not taking her concern seriously enough, was not getting the whole point of coming to seek help.

Hubby (bless his cotton socks) was flustered, couldn't understand what the problem was or even why missus wanted to have her whole life turned upside down with a 'sprog' as he put it. As far as he was concerned, they had a perfect life. They got to do all they wanted when they wanted how they wanted. Why spoil their lifestyle by introducing some sprog that would give them needless sleepless nights, cost them an arm and leg to educate and then even more to bribe to leave before ensuring he/she didn't put them in a nursing home or some other place!

I must say hubby didn't score highly with some of the audience that had by now tuned into their drama. Mrs got in a huff and announced to anyone caring to hear that hubby should quit being so negative about seeking help to conceive - "it weren't his fault that 90% of his sperm were useless". Hmmm did this mean that the little fellas just didn't have sense of direction or what? Now this was news to me and I proceeded to tune in more to what appeared to be a soap saga on the make in the doctors surgery this evening....

Prostate cancer

Sugarbabes — Mon, 01 Oct 2007 13:25:00 GMT

A study undertaken in 1986 in the States on prostate cancer occurences, concluded that racial variation in prostate cancer incidence in the United States is pronounced, with African-American men having the highest rates. Whether differences in the distribution of known or suspected risk factors among racial groups explain this variation is unknown. Either way this is indeed or at least ought to be a very worrying finding and we need to be vigilant in the message sent out on raising awareness amongst black men in general over the need to get regular health checks in addition to increasing the network of assistance in research and care on the ground level required to cope with this; especially back in our native homeland.

For those that like to delve a bit in to medical jargon, the method used to gather these findings consisted of evaluating prospectively the relation between prostate cancer and race among 45 410 U.S. male healthy professionals, aged 40–75 years . (There is without doubt, much more current research findings to date, but so far, this one seemed plausible to me.) Using multivariable, pooled logistic regression to adjust the rate ratio (RR) for potential dietary and lifestyle risk factors. In addition they also measured circulating levels of steroid hormones, sex hormone-binding globulin, and vitamin D metabolites and length of the androgen receptor gene CAG repeat in a sample of African-American (n = 43), Asian (n = 52), and white (n = 55) participants and assessed variation by race in these possible prostate epithelial cell growth mediators by use of analysis of variance. Statistical tests were two-sided.

Results: The age-adjusted RR for prostate cancer was 1.73 (95% confidence interval [CI] = 1.23-2.45) for African-American men compared with white men. After multivariate adjustment, the RR increased to 1.81 (95% CI = 1.27-2.58). The rate of prostate cancer did not differ between Asians and whites. Steroid hormone and 1,25-dihydroxyvitamin D levels did not vary appreciably by race. However, the mean number of androgen receptor gene CAG repeats was lower among African-Americans (mean ± standard deviation = 20.1 ± 3.5) than among whites (22.1 ± 3.1; P = .007) and Asians (22.1 ± 3.9; P = .009).

Conclusions: The outcome of these research findings seem to confirm the elevated incidence of prostate cancer among African Americans and show that it is not explained by differences in the distribution of possible dietary and lifestyle risk factors in this cohort. Racial variation in length of the androgen receptor gene CAG repeat may explain a small part of the excess risk of prostate cancer among African-American men in this cohort.

So all in all brothers, the message behind this rambling of mine is that you make it a frequent occurence to have your health check-ups in so far as early detection if not prevention of this cancer is to be of use in stemming the rise in occurences of fatalities due to prostate cancer.

Berlin meeting raises 9.7 bln dollars for AIDS, TB, malaria

Sugarbabes — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 23:39:00 GMT

http://uk.news.yahoo.com/afp/20070927/thl-health-aids-germany-96993ab_2.html

Now I am very interested to see where this if at all any is distributed to Ug, ends up in light of the missing funds from GF in Ug. See I would really really like to work with the grassroot health organisations in my homeland. Now if only I could just get 2M of this amount, that would be something - urmmm noo - I promise to try to keep my saloon grooming down to once a week.

Three drinks a day ups breast cancer risk-

Sugarbabes — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 23:27:00 GMT

http://uk.news.yahoo.com/rtrs/20070927/thl-uk-cancer-alcohol-acc9995_1.html

It had to happen I guess! Us women have been shedding off our bras and hanging them on lamp posts or railings, or whichever poles that care to hold them in pursuit to be like the boys. Even moved up a gear to drink the boys out of their leagues on the beers and earned ourselves the 'laddette badge' , excelling in the trivial pursuit of pub crawling that would have that Armstrong guy hot footing it back to planet earth before one could even say one damn giant leap (to hell n back)! Those darn researchers had to come up with a way to slow us down - how you may ask? I will tell you how dear sistas. Through the same darn mammaries that have babies going googly-eyed if not the men folk! We are being told to go easy - no in fact where possible quit the alcohol if you want to keep your boobies not only looking sharp, but on you. Well you heard it here sistas. Go easy on the booze and up your stakes at keeping the chemo at bay.

breast cancer in Uganda is the third commonest cancer in women coming only next to cancer of the cervix and Kaposi’s sarcoma. Figures were last gathered way back in the 60's when the incidence of breast cancer in Uganda had been observed to have doubled from 11:100,000 in 1961 to 22:100,000 in 1995.

Unfortunately the cases are often seen in late stages thus the outcome of treatment is inevitably unsatisfactory. The present day knowledge of this disease does not have any effective primary prevention. It is thus imperative that efforts should be made to detect the disease in its early stages. Mammography has been found to be useful but it is not applicable as a means of mass screening in Uganda (there are only 2 mammography units in Uganda. Public education towards breast Self Examination (BSE) should be propagated because it is practical and affordable.

Lack of sleep may be deadly

Sugarbabes — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 23:14:00 GMT

http://uk.news.yahoo.com/rtrs/20070924/thl-uk-sleep-death-acc9995_1.html

Lol! And they needed to research this to come to this conclusion? All they had to do was observe me after sleep deprivation of 12hrs and that’s not saying much! I am not a happy bunny at all!! The immigration officers have been at the receiving end of my tirades - usually after long haul flights when I find it damn hard to get to sleep. Plus there are so many in-flight movies to browse through; it's like unleashing a child into a toy store. That's the only time I am parked in one place long enough. Has anybody realised that these in-flight movies are programmed just so that just when you've come to the movie you really really want to watch, you are told you the remaining flight time will not be sufficient for you to finish watching it. I swear it must just be me. The sleeping pills don't work on my system - they usually do this delayed trick on me and kick start 24hrs when I am off the flight and really need to be awake and alert.

One option is I guess to convince someone to give me their upgrade points so I get to fly business or first class, yeah and I just saw one pig flying by...

how was my day?

Sugarbabes — Sat, 22 Sep 2007 21:00:00 GMT

Now this is a question that has me wringing my hands. Not in the manner that one would assume when questioned by officious looking persons pretending to be overly friendly whilst they pick your brains over your application for a job you've just signed your life away too. Why do interview panel members behave in this manner? I mean, it's bad enough that you've got put yourself forward as being available to be used to pay for the damn bills in your life, but hey, c'mon! You don't have to be reminded that you are being pimped along the way. I recall a scenario way back when this prim-looking panellist asked me to tell her why I wanted to be working in her team. My mind went blank just at the moment she posed the question, because for the life of me, I too couldn't fathom why I wanted to become a member on her team. I simply couldn't see myself prancing around all day looking like I had something stuck up my backside.

Now to the question of today or was it yesterday? I loose ma mind at clarity but hey it aint a perfect world we are forced into! Conception ought to be classifed as child abuse. How was my day? Let me see? Facebook asked me a similar question. (For those of you that may not know what facebook is - just type it in your web browser and you'll soon be transported there. If you however end up in some child unfriendly site, please do not blame me! I did not design the worldwideweb!!!) Only they restrict you to how many words you ought to use to sume up your day. I blame it on George Orwell with his newspeak. Now emoticoms and txt shorthand sum up the fast world we live in. It took me ages to work out how to use my mobile phone to text - and I'm still working it out.

How was my day? Back to reality of not having a maid to tidy up after you. I miss Ug! Don't get me wrong. I don't mind the odd times of cleaning/tidying up after myself, but hey, I definitely wouldn't complain on having a maid take it on. So it was back to laundry, grocery shopping and house-cleaning that the working week had put on hold till the weekend. My youngest was very keen to go shopping though - 'till I realised she had her own list of goodies she wanted me to include. I intended to go visit a sick relative of mine, but lo betide, my church members got wind I'm back and reminded me of the rosta I'd been avoiding! So it's no partying tonite just incase I omit to return till dawn so as to be in place for church duties! Instead I'm taking it out on poor cyber persons to regurgitate my sad situation. Oh well... if I have to suffer it, why the hell not get an audience. Still, I gotta go visit that relative tomorrow after church... beta get that food flask out for the matooke she'd love me to take her.

English language gone kiwani

Sugarbabes — Sat, 16 Jun 2007 21:50:00 GMT

Having been out of town for much of this week, I returned to a mailbox so full I had to renegotiate with my IT people at work over my size limit allowance before I could access anything. Thats no easy fit seeing as this is something I seem to be doing more frequently of recent.

I came across this posting in one of ma mails which I hope can put a smile on your faces as it did me at highlighting the product our insatiable appetite to do all things English...

Some Bad English

Behold all ye! A few months and the queen of England will set second foot in the land of missing GAVI funds. To the uninitiated, the queen is the most respected English speaker in the world, as it were. She is the custodian of the language that keeps eluding Ugandan mayors.

This means that any badly flavoured use of her language irritates her. It gives her pustules behind the ears. In the run up to her visit, I think all and sundry should enjoy the last of their mbogos (broken English) before she comes.

We do not want to be banished from the common wealth mbu we intoxicated the queen with our verbal poisons. To show the way, I am going to puke the bad English I have borne all this long. It is an epistle I write as the guild president of a suspect Ugandan University. Here goes:

KIWAANI UNIVERCITY
KIMOMBASA
UGANDA

Deer quin, how are you? My names are cold Kizito Joseph. I am the gilled president of Kiwaani univercity. I am saw harpy you are calming to sea ass in Uganda. I have ritten this later to ask you to allso come and visit ass at hour univercity.

Whane you calm, we shall welcalm you and you will go bark saying that eh,eh!, those people are not for jokes.We shall cook food and every one will it and fill sacrificed in there stomakas.We shall haya good cookers and tell them to cook good food. We will cook rice and slotter kitchens. If we can, we will haya those pupil of kitchen toonight. Even those who drink bear and sooda will drink until they push with there legs.

Do not warry about our kitchen, they do not have bad flu. Even the rices will be picked well, one by one to remove stones.We will get the rice from Professa Gill-butt Bukenyas firm in Kakiri. His rice stinks well when cooked, and you will be entartained by it.

After lanch we shall call the camel man to beat us some fotows. He will go and wash them there and then, to make life more easier. But when those fotows die, we shall take him to poris to be intergorrated by CMI
For us we shall then walk on the all university so that you enjoy the towerist attractions like the bads.

You will lonch the new sweeming pull which is near the tennis coats. If you will be wanting, you will sweem and hear for your self how medarn it is.You can even co mpute with our din of students and we sea who is more better in sweeming.

Then we shall go to the main hole, were you will talk your spich to the all university peeple. After you undress them, they will be allowed to ask you there quetions and you will ask them your answers.
In the afternoon, at about seven pm, we shall bring Ugandan and Tanzania musicians for you to sea how good there voices are. Kamiryon will sing with professar jje. Baby Cull will sing with Sweat Kid and others and others. We shall not bring Tinda Tiine, she disappionted ass her funs at the *** the other time.People through bottles at her, and she drived away in a car.

I only want to make one remainder. You calm with your water for drinking. These days some people have been doing bad mannas to their frends. A satan woman was poysoned in that way at a loj.
For that rison, you calm with your mineral water and keep if in a frije. This whole yar the weather has bean very hot. It is good that your car has a an hair condissioner, you will not fill hot.

Last but not list, thank you for ridding my later. Please axept to visit ass. Allow me to pane off from hear.I have to rid for tomorrows pepper of business low.
Yours faithfooly
Kizito Joseph
Gilled president
Kiwaani Univercity

Never fails to amaze...

Sugarbabes — Tue, 12 Jun 2007 09:32:00 GMT

Not long ago - I posted an email scam sent to me. 2nd letter arrived from same clone

Mrs. Rose Bangra hamenya.
Blk. 2681, HLM II,
Dakar - Senegal.

   Hello dear,
   Compliments of the season. I am Mrs. Rose Bangura Hamenya, a civil
servant from Zimbabwe. I got your contact from Chamber and Commerce
office as I was searching for someone who will help me out of my present
predicament,

   My late husband, Mr. Ransome Gatorgay Hamenya was the co-owner of
an Agricultural firm and his partner happens to be among the white
farmers that the dictator President of Zimbabwe, Robert Mugabe took over
their farmlands and handed over to the blacks, despite all the pleas from
the International Community,and members of the commonwealth country's
Most of the company's assets,animal farms and milk industry were seized
and confiscated by the tyrant President.

   My late husband was a British citizen of African descent and we
both lived in the company's staff quarters but our lives were threatened
by agents of President Mugabe. Since then, my husband and I have been
living in exile in Dakar - Senegal. My husband died last August as a
result of cardiac arrest.

   A substential amount of money was deposited in the finance house
by my husband before his death through the help of the International Red
Cross staff, because President Mugabe, placed order for the closure of
the accounts of all the white farmers and no one is allowed to transfer
more than ten thousand dollars abroad but luckily enough, I and my late
husband along with some other farmers were assisted through diplomatic
means with the help of the International Red Cross to send our money
abroad.
     The total Sum is FIFTEEN million US dollars (US$15.000.000.),
the money is part of our savings and what my husband inherited from
his late father, from whom we took over the family business. All the
documents to the deposition of the money are with me and with the
finance firm also for Security reasons.
I would like you to assist me to relocate the money to your country
into any account of your choice or keep it for me in your safe custody
until I am able to come to your country after my operation soon. I
would like to invest the money into any lucrative business, you deem
profitable and your assistance is highly needed in the areas of investment
feasibility studies.

    Hence I need your cooperation to secure this deposit which is as
it stands now, the only hope of my survival as I have already lost my
husband, coupled with my sickness and the situation of insecurity. Life
is no more the same with me after all the lot I have gone
through.Moreover, I wouldn't mind paying you any amount you will charge me up to 15% of the total money for your assistance in relocating and keeping the
money for me as well as helping me to carry out proper investment. You
keep 85% for me pending execution of the investment.

    As a sick person, it will be difficult to handle this alone, hence
I need your immense help, coupled with your distinguished business
acumen and track record. Please, I would like you to come to my assistance,
I am a lonely widow and in utter confusion and distress.

     This business is solely between two of us and should there be any
need for a third party, I will contact one of the Red Cross staff with
whom I have established some trust. I am scared that if any one gets to
know about this, he might take advantage of my helpless situation. to
diverte this fund or seat on the money without helping me to manageit as
planed,so please if your willing to help kindly contact me through my
email above. ( My son's Alternative email id ; ( papis_prince@hotmail.com )
Sincerely your's,
Mrs. Rose Bangura Hamenya.

Now Mrs Rose Bangura Hamenya (btw - I'm amazed at your speedy recovery from the affliction you last suffered from!) - or whichever gender and name you parade around in these days, I really really do not want to hear about your loneliness or the amount of money you've inherited and which is now locked up in some imaginary vault offshore account or otherwise. I certainly do not care if you wish it to remain between yourself and me alone - quite frankly I don't know you that well to keep things that personal nor wish to! You simply need to revisit a part in your mind recess that has regressed to make you loose all moral scruples in dealing with other persons around the globe. I just do not want to be an unpaid psychologist, social worker, financier or emotional parking lot to your greedy habit. Actually I think Mugabe would be doing a great service to you if you were to return there - that money could help so many persons on ground in Zimbabwe!

Detox or not?

Sugarbabes — Sat, 26 May 2007 22:14:00 GMT

This is an area I'm having great difficulty with. See I love all things healthy but this takes the toll in ma dictionary of living.

I really don't want to be reminded of what ma insides look like let alone how they get to be so. I'd much rather leave that to the surgeons were they to find it necessary to start torching around excarvating for abnormalities. Mind you, those are many in me and don't need a torch to be shone where I'm concerned... Ma guess is, a torch would jump right back at the surgeons and protest at the torture it'd have to endure. Now hang on you lot out there about to applaud... I'm not as far gone to be written off but still! There is something not quite right about someone waiting to take a photo of ma stool specimen after a course of detox...

Now detox is something that is an in-thing at the moment with so many on the bandwagon. Don't get me wrong - it's a good thing to undertake if thats your cup of tea and you feel an onset of introspective therapy or are downright banged up to the eyeballs and giving off negativity to all around you! I am simply saying I do not want to have ma stool anaylsed for wateva scientific malfunction it contains! Hell I can't analyse maself and thats saying something!!!! Phew I can almost smell something not quite nice around here...

In detoxing, one has the choice to take the oral route (popping pills or having some tube shoved up one of your orifices to speed up the process...) I can understand why some would opt for the pill route - it's not very dignified to have your backside viewed by someone you don't know all that well... It's kinda right in your face if not off-putting to have someone you've not dated, acquainting themselves with certain parts of your anatomy and then discussing the output as if it was the weather pattern of the geese flocking ...Hell sometimes even dating someone don't give you ample time to move on to checking out the size of your bra!

Though now that I find that I'm loosing ma mind, detox may not be such a bad idea - would this therapy have worked for world peace????

Still searching...

Sugarbabes — Sat, 26 May 2007 21:45:00 GMT

What the heck is going down? You spend aeons revising to pass the goddam exams only to find that you are categorised as being over qualified or just lacking in the experience in the advertised post you go for!

Just a while ago I was toying with changing careers so I opted to undertake a course to gain the paper qualifications for it. No sooner had I passed the paper requirement and with confidence beaming across my face akeen to someone on ectasy do I meet with the age old lame excuse at not getting the effing job I'd spent ages priming myself for! See the smugness I had after months of preaching to ma brother about job hunting, was I prepared for reality of the current job hunting experiences!

I am resigned to two options now. Joining google and prostituting myself to acquire a change of career or a dating agency to net myself a tycoon whose requirements fall within the confines of my brain! I heard someplace one can sell their organs, but I'm just too squemish at that kinda thing and besides, I really love all parts of ma body and suspect the remaining organs would protest if I were to separate any of them. Though I guess I could do a part exchange... see sell one organ and when the money comes, buy a replacement one. Naah lemme just stick to originality. Though now that idea seems not to be so bad...

Looking at the dating agency thingy - since when one has to be extra careful. See persons are getting very clever with playing with words...What normally or really would've been lonely fat housewife would now see me as presenting myself as cuddly domestic engineer or planner aged 40yrs. Though how this aging comes about leads one to reading to compare this to a wine, only the wine isn't fat so there goes the negative aspect of what lies in store until the dating day!

In the news in the UK today, I and many persons are wondering how a couple on holiday in Portugal came to be dining out and leaving their kids all alone by themselves now come to be headline news and attention grabbing to all the millions being raised to keep the story where its at. Quite frankly I think the kid woke up, puzzled as to where mom and dad were and decided to go search for them. Only some person (lord help its not someone on E cause that would be really bad!) saw this as an opportunity hard to pass on by and decided to keep the kid as their own... I mean it could almost be like finding that sum of money we need to fulfil a dream we've always wanted dropping from heaven! Still its heart wrenching for the natural parents and I seriously wouldn't want to be in their shoes...so if you are that person out there walking around playing happy families passing off this beautiful child as your own, do the right thing and hand back the kid to its natural mom and dad. It's the right thing to do...no two ways about it.

Now that search for jobs is still going on. I've been offered field work. Field work I ask myself? I don't much fancy geography nor working out in the rain as it don't agree with my makeup... Oh then I realise its sales!! Heck the names they give to jobs these days! Soon I will be wondering if I'm still on planet earth ...

speaking in tongues...

Sugarbabes — Tue, 24 Apr 2007 00:20:00 GMT

Ok. I'm back after what one sista in the members list has called my leave of abscence to be that of going awol. Lemme just hope I'm not going to be taken to task over that - sometimes, its refreshing to listen to what others have to contribute than my old self harping on about all sorts..

The mere mention of speaking in tongues breaks me out into a cold sweat and this is seriously no joke. I shall tell you more shortly but first allow me to put you through the wringer as to how I came to be on the verge of a cold sweat...

I'd planned to visit the museum with the gals a week back but deciding on which weekend to do it was fast proving to be like an obstacle course. Soon as I had it penned down, something or other crept up like that annoying finger avator telling me no/no - try again! The Friday prior to the planned event, I was telephoned by the Orthodontics giving me a ticking off cause ma daughter had yet again missed her appointment with them. They instead arranged it for Saturday morning as a special favour of course!!!! Seriously the sacrifices we make for our kids! Saturday was meant to facilitate me a lie-in before reality struck to rush off to stock up on household groceries. Plus I'd hoped to make it an early hit at the museum to avoid the crowds. Instead now I had to be legging it to the surgery waiting room to await whilst the orthodontic played elastic bands with ma daughter's teeth! The saga with the orthodontic is too far fetched to even go into right now - so I'm gonna skip it...bottom line ma daughter had her elastics put in pending her braces. Besides I rather get the feeling she'd not be very pleased with me to divulge all that took place.

We made our way over to the museum - spent what appeared to be ages walking around so much that my feet protested in a manner they are fast getting too comfortable with. In all, the day was enjoyable and as we trugged on back home, my comfort was that at least now entertaining the kids was over... little did I know... Isn't it wonderful to have large families whereupon you can congregate and compare notes? Well on this particular evening, finding a houseful of relatives was not exactly bringing me that warm glow... Plus there was that huge debate on mabira forest on one of the radio stations I'd started taking an interest listening to - well ma mom anyway does. They play music from way back that holds so much history and no doubt beautiful memories. Luckily, ma relatives had to rush off not before long so I was afforded that rest I so badly longed for so that come Sunday morning I could be refreshed and ready to present maself in church. I am trying my darnest to be spiritual you see...

Sunday morning greeted me with such warmth and beauty! The sun was up, everything looked so cheerful outside that I rushed to get ready in ma best wares to go claim my place in one of the chuch pews and immerse myself into the day's gospel. Unfortunately with the weather being so beautiful and warm, laziness also sets in that I found myself idly walking in late. There's something about wearing nice clothes and sandals with glasses shielding you from the world that causes me to just wander off into ma dream world whilst I walk that I forget the necessity of timekeeping... I found the congregation not too far gone in the service and brazenly marched to claim a seat near the front. This is so that I can see the projector with the lyrics of the songs - otherwise, I'd be just miming along... Everything was going along swimmingly well and I was enjoying the songs to the hilt joining in with the fervour of a new born that's just discovered they have lungs when the pause to welcome the gospel session commenced. It was going to be led by a Russian-British priest. See, I'm of the old school of christianity and usually a priest wearing a collar behaves the way I recall as a kid. Solemn and all serious with the occasional mimicking of an imaginary awesome all-being. He started off calmly asking us to stand and join him in prayers. Now I am normally ok with this - I just keep schtum while he does his bit and some others in the congregation who feel like sharing their prayers also say them in between pauses. Heck - I did that myself last week praying for wisdom for those in office in Uganda to do the right thing by the nation as opposed to their bellies - so here I was fine.

But oh NO, he had to go and say the dreaded request... "join me in prayers, those of you that can allow the spirit in your hearts to speak in tongues, you are encouraged to do so"... and I'm like hell NO!!!! I've seen too much of that stuff of persons praying in tongues to make me regress to ma childhood acting at school of spirit possessions - usually in tone with witchcraft... I simply do not like or feel comfortable with this new-age idea of combining faiths! I was relieved when this induced frenzy stopped, breathing a sigh of relief and questioning my sanity to have started attending church again. The priest went on to give his gospel on the genesis human imperfection. I actually liked his perspective on this albeit the graphics perhaps were OTT. Then just as he's coming to a close, a lady in the congregation stands up and requests we have a repeat dose of the prayer at the start of the gospel. I'm like WHERE IS THE EXIT? Some of those besides me must have sensed what I was planning. They'd all formed a formidable circle either side of me, preventing that idea from realisation.

Then an idea came to me. Since some of the congregation were high on speaking in tongues which perhaps only they could understand or not - could I start kuwemula in luganda because for sure nobody around me spoke nor understood luganda. Relax. I didn't give in to ma impulse to shock but meekly kept schtum, silently begging whichever spirit brought me to church to give me strength.