I\’m jus\’ sayin\’

December 31, 2007

Black hands

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bwandungi @ 12:55 am

Always interesting to see the things you touch crumble/disintegrate/die.

I think I have black hands.


December 26, 2007

My Place in this World

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bwandungi @ 4:50 am


Words: Michael W. Smith and Wayne Kirkpatrick
Music: Michael W. Smith

The wind is moving
But I am standing still
A life of pages
Waiting to be filled
A heart thats hopeful
A head thats full of dreams
But this becoming
Is harder than it seems
Feels like i’m

Looking for a reason
Roaming through the night to find
My place in this world
My place in this world
Not a lot to lean on
I need your light to help me find
My place in this world
My place in this world

If there are millions
Down on their knees
Among the many
Can you still hear me
Hear me asking
Where do I belong
Is there a vision
That I can call my own
Show me i’m


December 25, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bwandungi @ 9:38 am

pikchaz-001.jpgMood: Cheery
Song: Happy Birthday Baby Jesus
Car: The new Mazda Taiki Concept Car
Photo: Winter in Houston (Downtown)
Growing up sometimes Christmas involved visiting my grandparents who lived in “the village,” a rural town that had no electricity or running water. When my dad finally had a parish in 1988 we stopped going to the village and instead had to figure out a different way to make Christmas exciting.

Turns out we were all musically/theatrically inclined and loved to visit one of the bigger churches to see their plays and sing along during their carol services. Dad laid down the law and said it was okay if we visited other churches, but we had to bring back the good stuff and create something interesting for ourselves that we would enjoy. He gave us free rein and we ran with it. Soon every Christmas, Easter and Summer (just for the heck of it, even though there is no summer at the equator) we had a major production that included skits, choreographed dances, tons of singing of all kinds and it was amazing! Friday night of any weekend we chose, we’d have anywhere between 4-5 shows. We brought in the crowds and enjoyed every moment of it.

We’ve gone on to become lawyer, engineer, journalist, worship leader, DJ… and sometimes I find myself longing for those times that we rushed home for dinner after a dress rehearsal, with about 30 cast members of the production, hurriedly devoured the delicious food Mom prepared, ran out of the house promising to do dishes when we got back home and worked hard to calm the crazy chaos of frenzied butterflies that had lodged themselves firmly in our bellies.

It’s Christmas eve. I’m in a new town nearly 8,500 miles and 7 years from those memories, cursing the nearby church for not having Christmas services or Christmas productions I can be a part of. I’m left watching Clash of the Choirs hosted by NBC.

There is the feeling of Christmas at our house. A tree that is decorated and has two boxes underneath it. My best friend worked so hard to get me that tree! Two little friends of mine got me presents and couldn’t wait for me to wake up so I could open them up. Their eagerness to give me presents and their absolute cuteness at keeping it all hush hush so it could be a surprise was so touching. It remained a secret for a week which is pretty awesome for a 4 year old and a 9 year old.

It reminded me of the year my parents introduced secret Santas to us which eventually graduated into a Christmas allowance from which everybody’s presents would come. The excitement at picking out a present for someone and making sure they didn’t see you as you selected flowery handkerchiefs or a perfume or whatever was amazing. Then watching them open the gifts felt even better. I wish I could say that the only motivation was giving gifts. LOL!

Just reminiscing.

(Happy Birthday Jesus!)

December 13, 2007

Dorks Anonymous

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bwandungi @ 7:45 pm

Well, it’s official. I’m a dork.

Ye old news you say! Well check this out!

3dcert.jpg Every thursday morning I visit NotDoppler.com and play their latest games. I love the puzzles.

About a month ago I finished one of the games and had the certificate and saved it.

Ah well!

December 11, 2007

San Antonio

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bwandungi @ 4:59 am

Mood: Upbeat
Gaydar: Sharp
Book: 1984
Contemplating: Is education failing us? Answer. Hell YEAH!!
Online Game:

Codes to have this game on your page HERE!

Went to San Antonio today. I think I was on the wrong side of town coz it did not look like this picture I found on the internet! I was just there for a little while and didn’t like it!

Kathy Griffin said Kuwait smelled like one big fart. I guess she hasn’t been to Houston or Austin or San Antonio. Damn! I think it has to do with the oil refineries on the outskirts of the city which are producing tons of pollution. In a couple of years there are going to be some amazing mutations in the area – nothing like Heroes though – and I’ll be in a cleaner greener city pointing and laughing!

Since it was introduced to me, I’ve been passionate about green building and green cities. Since I moved to Houston where people pride themselves on the size of their cars (green house gas emissions), houses (electricity, water, excercise), meal sizes (girth) and their inability to recycle, I’ve been looking for some other city to move to!

The thing that really bothers me is the attitude towards preserving the environment that is lacking this side of the Atlantic. A class I took in the spring provided some really shocking details that confused and bothered me. A law was passed in the 70s that ordered car manufacturers to make their cars fuel efficient. They had to hit the 28 mile-per-gallon mark in order to be sold to the American public. However, because the transportation of goods and services across the country is vital, large trucks that use diesel couldn’t be controlled under this law. Mind you, the people who brought this to the attention of the law makers were lobbyists belonging (hey, if you’re paid then you belong to the person who pays you, right?) to these car manufacturers and oil companies! Needless to say, the car companies built gas guzzling SUVs that under the new terms were classified as trucks and therefore unregulated by the 70s law.

These lobbyists study government officials, see their clothes, see what cars they drive, get to know their families and end up purchasing officials to sign bills that suggest changes in favor of their employers. Everybody is getting their pockets lined and promises are made to provide financial aid for the next campaign trail. Forget the constituents who voted them in office and what their needs are. As long as you can build a mansion in Vulgaria who gives a shit? It’s all one big fucking circus! I participated in Model United Nations in Chicago and New York and we were taught how to be aggressive and how to form unholy allies in order to achieve a common goal. It is wicked! There is no way politicians are returning as anything but cockroaches or some other similarly vile vermin type!

Makes me wonder how come Ugandan’s haven’t discovered the power of lobbyists. Maybe the developers of the Lugogo By Pass Cemetery would be able to develop during the light of day! (See story by UgandanInsomniac)

We have a van but we’re now driving a Toyota Matrix. $20 of gas took us 200+ miles today. Pretty good! I’m happy with the choice even though it seems like the car is falling apart. But in our own little way we’re doing something about the environment. Oh and we absolutely refuse to join in with the Resistance de Recyling (say it with a fancy french accent!).

BTW. The City I was born in was graded the 14th greenest city in the world and the greenest city in Africa!!! Wooo hooo!

December 7, 2007

OUR Stories

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bwandungi @ 7:39 am

I am so SICK of Hollywood!

What a load of crap holding weenies!! Artists used to live, to bring serious stories of real life to us! Not the constant barrage of boring stories, could-have-been-better plot lines, the lives of the rich and famous, good-‘ol-whitey racing to save sad-sorry-diseased-africans from an inevitable fate, rich family stories, humorless sit coms…


All that’s left to watch is Dexter and South Park. Ugly Betty is at once my guilty pleasure and the itchy, puss-engorged thorn in my side. What is ugly about America Ferera?

america_ferrera1.jpg america_ferrara2.jpg

Apparently, according to those numb skulls writing this, the way to make a girl ugly is to give her braces, make sure her eyebrows are bushy, give her red glasses, a bad wig and mismatched clothes. Instead the standard of beauty is given to big nosed slutty heiresses. What a standard for our little girls!

Then again, you could ask, why do I watch the show? The architecture of the set!!!! I want an oval corridor in my building! Betty’s nephew. The gay boys (I’m the hag without a fag). And of course Betty herself.

Numerous discussions with my roommates have ended up with the exact same conclusion, Hollywood needs to BURN to the ground! The lack of originality has spawned thousands of animated movies because of the success of Nemo and Shrek. Now we have to be hounded by Seinfeld’s nasally narration while bees fly around. CGI has exploded and while it has facilitated the story telling of some of my favorites (Matrix, Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, Mr. Magorium’s Emporium and so on) sometimes all it does it make you EXHAUSTED.

This holiday I look forward to only two three movies. American Gangsta, The Golden Compass, and another installation of the Chronicles, Prince Caspian. (Watch the trailers!) 3 movies! 3!!! Arrrrrgh!!!!

But one thing irks me even more than a bad story, even more than a good story butchered, is a whitey-mighty story. I know black people do not have an in to Hollywood, and Tyler Perry only hires famous actors for his movies…

regina-king-all-star.jpgSpeaking of which… how old is Regina King?! Without all the makeup and what not, I’d say she was about 24-27! You go girl! And please… whoever told you about eyeshadow was LYING to you! WIPE IT OFF!

Our stories are getting told out there, by people who have not bothered to educate themselves about the history of the people of whom they write. From their lofty moral thrones, they write stories belittling our people, portraying them as rabid, disorganized and highly immoral creatures who would drop their lives to follow a corrupt leader. In their minds we are still slaves, degenerate and unable to raise ourselves from the bog we find ourselves trapped in.

The Last King of Scotland was hard to watch. The Lord of War made bile rise up in my throat. Now there is a piece about a whitey in Rwanda during the genocide which the world watched with horror and tsked at from a distance. Now they want to tell our stories?! HUH?!

You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me! And you know it’s some snot-nosed, unwashed, inbred, with no imagination writing the script (because there will be redundant phrases in the movie, like we’re not watching or something) and some hollywood exec employing young girls to be wives of old men (coz that’s what we do in Africa) imagining he’ll make a killing like the Last King did (East Africa is in these days. You should see the number of times Kampala, Entebbe, Mbale or Uganda is mentioned in the TV shows).

Ah well. It’s going to be a long winter!

If we ever needed a savior, the time would be NOW!

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