Thursday 7th 2006.....

6:45 am : Time to get out of Bed, My God Cant believe it is already morning and i am supposed to be getting up to rush to work. Like a Robot i ascended and took my usual 5 minute shower.Don't be deceived by by slow naration because i am literally running

7:10 am : Finds me already walking out and my Dad comes out to warm me about Rampaging campas students planning a riot. i am given instructions to steer clear of the violence. I am smiling now because in my university days, i remember my brother(Dunu) would call me teargas when ever he would catch sight of me.

7:15am : I am now at the Taxi stage and i ascend the taxi. no real Dramas to report. My mind wanders over how much rain has poured down this week. i remember the movie i had watched the Previous night. "Spartacus" Typical Movie i like watching- horses,slaves, Roman empire, It was all there. What was bothering my mind is that the Film Star Died. yet when i was growing up there was this saying and it is still there that "star taffa" "a Star does not die" I know my litttle pea sister is not deriving some similarities to "Coy boy never die.. If he dies... he never rots.. if he rots.....

7:30am: The Taxi has weeved its way through Sebagala's Small Pothole Infested City. How i don't like the pot holes yet it is the same City i enjoy most. Makes me want to say "Cry the Beloved Country" as i remembered the high school book.

7:45 I ascend the streets lost in thought up to Kampala Road. and i keep on wondering how many times i have endured the routine of the morning. I intentionally enter office at 8:05 having remained outside to catch some air.

8:10am Routine work Begins. Check mail. Check any clients calls, check the goods which are stuck up. Liase with the Technical guys make sure they are happy.

10.40am and before u know it i am reminded(by my extra sensitive stomach walls) i had missed a compulsory school function(okay at that time It was) and it is called Break Fast. The meal 4 bananas, a sausage and a egg topped up with tea.

11.00am i punctuate my morning with phone calls to my loved ones. sorry about the company but i probably refer to work with out play makes machine a dull instrument. all is done i bump in to a friend like this. all is well and nice. Fortunately or unfortunately he buys a cigarette and then we have to part ways sooner than later.

12.20am I am typing things for this entry... to be continued as we end the year of our lord