Waiting, waitinggg…WAITING!

I’m a shopaholic! I admit!

Whenever we have no lectures, I am in town shopping (with my son!). So the other day, I was early in campus for lectures, and guess what? The CP told me that the lecturer was not coming! WOOOOW, I wanted to go back and resume my sleep (mporana ibitotsi, sinjya mbyinginga!) but then decided to go to town. I called my son and told him to meet me near campus. I had no money on me, so we went to the bank first…

The banking hall was crowded. I met a long queue of people who had got to the bank before me. I almost cried…I hadn’t got my ATM card then (and thanks to the ATM machine which was out of service!). So, I had no choice, but to join the queue. The most annoying part of it all was that the bank was under-staffed (kandi ubwo hari utuzu nka dutandatu!). The queue ran around the banking hall and didn’t move at all in the first half hour i was there.

Then there comes this lady, in her mid 30s. She is wearing a pair of black trousers with red stripes, a white t-shirt, and white high-heels that made her walk like a grasshopper. She has a big brown wig that is floating on her head (iyo aca munsi y’igiti, perruque yari gusigaramo) As though she is sponsored by Nike! She digs for her cheque book from her bag (yazanye amatwi nk’ikaye y’umwana wiga primaire!)

“Umva Sista…ko uduciyeho?” She turns to look at the guy…

“The line we’ve all been waiting on starts back there.” the guy adds, pointing to distant place… She rolls her eyes and walks all the way up the queue and barged to the front, bold as brass.

An old man queuing in front of me (who hadn’t heard the guy maybe) asks her if she realized she was jumping in and did it on purpose, or if she just did not see the line that’s formed?

“I know, but I am busy.” she said. She went on to add that she hated lines.

I felt like shouting “WE ALL DO YOU IDIOT!”

Though I was able to carry out my transaction, it was later than expected due to the long queue of customers in the bank, and…

QUEUE JUMPERS!!!!

She thought we had not seen her just walk over and stand in front of all of us like that, ignoring the queue the rest of us kind citizens had got going on? I could feel her ignorance vibes like if she didn’t acknowledge us in any way she can get away with pushing in. I knew that for the following three minutes I was going to hate her with the fire of a thousand suns, because it’s so effing RUDE, but I was probably never going to say anything. I tried to rationalize it like “Is it really going to ruin my day if this inconsiderate person wants to be served before me?” 5511585527_27a5cb0dfd

Queue jumpers just get my blood boiling!

 

 

And how could I forget that girl who feels like every step I move forward in the line requires her to be right behind, breathing on my neck. BACK THE HELL UP AND CALM DOWN.

Alright, venting session over but…I’m resorting to keeping my money in my bra! Period!

THE DAILY STRUGGLE

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It’s 8:10AM and I still haven’t gotten out of bed yet. I mean, I know that I should. I just need to get out of bed and start my day. Not eating lunch or even possibly being late for lectures is but a small price to pay to stay in a bed this comfortable.

Decisions, decisions…*I’m stalling*

It seems that no matter how much I sleep, I’ve a hard time getting up. Sometimes I feel really dead in the morning…eyes struggling to stay open, zombie-like! I’ve been like this since I can remember. I’ll stretch for like half an hour and think about things before I get up. Sometimes I end up just rolling right over again!

Time check: 10:00AM

I’m still not out of bed yet! I have to will myself to wake up and get up. I probably could have slept for another 3 hours but I simply have to get something done today.

 

 

My body is still adjusting from going from the comfy bed. Crawling out of my comfy bed in the morning is no easy task. It’s like dragging myself up from deep underwater with cement blocks tied to my feet. I’m not a morning person. Mornings should start in the afternoon. 12 consecutive hours of sleep would be the height of lovely!

I remember (as a kid) when I was told to go to bed, I would protest: “Nta bitotsi mfite! Nijoro ntabwo nsinzira ntariye!” Or I would think to myself “Naps? During day-time? Do you think I’m a fool? We all know people sleep at night!”

Now as an adult: Can I go to bed yet?

As a child I hated naps. It used to feel like torture when I was made to nap. Now it’s torture to ever not be napping! Kid me was missing out! Nothing compares anymore! If someone would tell me to take a nap every day, I’d love it…I’d never fight it! I wish I’d appreciated afternoon naps as a kid…I miss them now! I just wish there was a rollover program for all the naps I didn’t take then.

*sigh*

My mom always said “Uzifuza kuryama ubibure!”

When I got in high school I always remembered her words and wished I could go back in time. We had classes from 8:00AM to 4:30PM. I was never used to having afternoon classes. And that’s when I started longing for the naps. I never thought it would happen. I always took my mom’s words as jokes, to get us to nap just!

I always wished we never had classes in the afternoon, or the teacher to be absent, or rain heavily…because I would be dozing the whole afternoons. That feeling when your body is heavy and is pulling you down into sleep and you simply can’t fight it any more. It’s definitely not a I-think-I-will-go-take-a-nap moment because I’m bored. It’s a deep physical need to sleep.

And it’s hard to wake up. All the afternoon classes were boring and a waste of time!

The worst part of it all is when someone wakes me up.

“…byuka usigarane umwana” my mom would say, waking me up in the morning  to attend to my baby brother.

“Mhhhhmmm…” and roll over again.

“Byuka ndagiye”

Then I would get out of bed, bring him in bed, and lock the door so that he doesn’t get out. In less than a minute, he would be up again…sitting on my head, or worse, banging on the door crying that I let him out. Thanks Heavens, he is a baby no more! Grrrhh, I hated that boy back then!

All I know is if I’m woken before I actually wake, I’m angry and I want to bite the person’s head off!

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I don’t like being woken by an alarm either; it feels like I’m having a heart attack!

What I need NOW is a strategy for getting my lazy butt out of bed in the morning.

THINGS I WILL TEACH MY CHILDREN

 

  1. Forgiveness is giving up all hope of a better past.
  2. The most difficult challenges are often the most rewarding and satisfying.
  3. Experience is what you get when you don’t get what you wanted.
  4. To do great things, you have to go unrecognized, be under-appreciated and push to unreasonable lengths.
  5. You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you might find/get what you need.
  6. Loving someone and having them love you back is the most precious phenomenon in the world.
  7. A modest dose of self-love is entirely healthy (who would want to live in a world where everyone hated themselves?)
  8. Worrying about the future is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
  9. The real troubles in life are always things that never crossed our worried minds.
  10. Don’t be afraid of a broken heart. You’ll love again.
  11. There’s just one life for each of us: our own.
  12. There’s no such thing as perfect. Give people second chances.
  13. When one door closes, another opens.
  14. Each failure teaches us important lessons in life.
  15. Life is good when we accept failures and success.
  16. Look at life positively and you’ll find every hurdle a stepping stone to success.
  17. Good friends love you at ALL times. Period.
  18. Prince charming is a myth.
  19. Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is a mystery.
  20. Life ends up being really short, no matter how long you live.
  21. Develop an attitude of gratitude, and give thanks for everything that happens to you.
  22. The word sorry loses its magic when you use it too often, especially for the same mistake.
  23. Difficult times help us to understand better how infinitely rich and beautiful life is, that so many things one goes worrying about are of no importance whatsoever.
  24. There will always be mean, inconsiderate people.
  25. Keep smiling.
  26. Remain true to yourself because there are even a few people who will always be true to you.
  27. Saying sorry when mistaken illustrates strength not weakness. Saying “I’m sorry” does not come easy for most people. If you have made a mistake, confess it and come clean. Seek forgiveness and be courageous to accept punishment.
  28. Don’t promise if you are not sure you’ll do, just say you’ll do your best.
  29. “Thank you” can be an incredibly powerful pair of words, especially if the person you’re thanking really needs to hear them, or isn’t expecting them.
  30. Life takes place only in this present moment. Living in the present moment has the power to open the door to joyful living.
  31. Never take anything for granted, be grateful for everything that you have.
  32. Love is a refuge for the lonely and depressed. With it almost nothing can go wrong.
  33. If you love someone, tell them (before it’s too late).
  34. Music, music, music…makes everything better.
  35. Enjoy the little thing in life, for someday you will realize they were the big things.
  36. (Sometimes) A good cry is great therapy.
  37. True wealth is the ability to fully experience life.
  38. You can’t control what others think of you. So let go.
  39. Jesus loves you.
  40. Make efforts everyday to be your best possible self for the good of all.
  41. The good life is one inspired by love.
  42. Home is not where we live, but who we love.
  43. Seek to love more than be loved and you will be loved much more than if you seek it directly.
  44. Respect is the root of all good things. Respect for authority shows obedience, respect for others covers kindness and respect for oneself shows self-control and self-worth.
  45. Take advantage of every opportunity you get, you never know how much you can learn.
  46. Be sure people always come before things.
  47. Never do in private what you would not want the public to find out about.
  48. You will never marry someone you don’t dated, so never date someone you wouldn’t marry.
  49. If you can’t sing, sing anyway. if you can’t dance, dance anyway.
  50. Always give a hand to the needy, because they suffer.
  51. There’s more joy in giving than in receiving.
  52. No matter how sure you are of someone’s love, it’s always nice to be reminded of it.
  53. Be kind, for everyone we meet is fighting a struggle we know nothing about.
  54. Above all, fear God.

I’ve come a long way

I never thought I would share this story. I never really wanted to, but I am. I guess this is going to serve as a therapy of some sort. I’m not sure what kind, maybe it’ll relieve some of the pain that’s been on my chest, a couple of years ago…

Some women are so much more inconsiderate that it makes me want to start spitting all over the place. There is this one in particular…I’m a woman though, so before I act, I think. I don’t just do whatever I feel like doing.

I’ve been going out with my boyfriend for over 2 years and things are going really well, though I first went through very rough days, to get to where I am now…the only problem I had was this woman trying to steal HIM away from me. And I was sick and tired of it! My boyfriend has known this woman since I don’t know when. In fact I guess she has had a crush on him from since I don’t know when…But why did she have to go for my man, when there are lots of single men? It ate away at me day and night because deep down, I honestly couldn’t understand her. I kept asking myself one question…How would she feel if she was going through the same?

She knew that we’re dating, yet she still continued to flirt with him, even in front of me. I never really confronted my boyfriend about her, because I knew it would be one of those conversations where it would get worse when the tears came out. So I saved us some breath. I hated this woman because she seemed to enjoy hurting me. And I am very sure that if she had to face the same, she’d all be curled up in a fetal position, crying in the corner of her house.

One day when I was furiously looking into why single women make a play for men that are attached, after an incident being on the negative receiving end of this woman’s advances towards my boyfriend (it was one of those gray and gloomy days that slowly move towards even darker shadows. I was SOOO angry then I could spit fire, if I could!). Having just read an article on the internet, it made me realize that I am helping her cause (to destroy what we have).

I never talked to her. I’m not the type of chick who would go to another chick’s house to quarrel or fight with her over a man (bakarinda bampfuragura umusatsi erega?! Wapii kabisa!) I think this is pointless. I was not raised to degrade myself in this manner. I took that pain with a grain of salt and worked on myself, like I had promised myself.

I just started ignoring her and what she did *as if she never existed*, I would just brush it off…I moved ALL my attention to my man. I just concentrated on loving my man. I did my best, to be the best version of me. I once read somewhere that ‘No matter how sure you are of someone’s love, it is always nice to be reminded of it.’ And that’s what I did; I kept reminding him of my love for him. And they say that if you love someone to the point of madness, they will become it.

And yes, I loved him and still love him (gukunda umuntu urukundo rurwaza muzunga). Now things are going very well, like nothing never ever happened. I am happy with him. Because of him I can feel myself slowly becoming the ‘me’ I’ve always dreamed of being. I believe in love but I always had my doubts (Can you blame me?) Today when I see her, I smile to myself. I no longer hate her, I just pity her!

Woman, do you have a man? If you do, better beware…chances are that some lone female has her eye on him.

I’ve come a long way, baby!