Well my dear readers, I guess you remember where we stopped last week. If you're a woman, I think you now hate your gender. Yeah! At times it can be a crime to be a woman.

When we fell in this ambush, the boda boda man immediately disappeared without any hesitation to give me any  little protection. I panicked in fear as one of the thugs called me by name before he ordered me out of my clothes.

I wondered if these were robbers, but again why would they be after my clothes other than the luggage I was carrying? Before I could swallow some saliva, the lumpens on two huge bikes rode just within an inch of my knees with their lights full into my eyes before they switched them out and total darkness loomed as if it was midnight and I was right in the middle of a forest.

I ask myself what we really mean when we say "private parts" because the phrase seems to be taken out of context. The Oxford Learner's Dictionary defines private parts as a polite way of referring to the sexual organs without saying their names. If what we call private is often put on display for public view, where is the essence of privacy?  

I have also been equally appalled by the term "boyfriend". The same dictionary defines a boyfriend as a man or boy that somebody has a romantic relationship with a girl. 

Hi people? Life is indeed an adventure and amazing things never cease to happen.

When I came back from Dubai, everything seemed as before. I don't know whether I hated Kampala, the people or myslef. At least I remembered one thing. I had to call the passport office guy…David.

I picked up my phone and placed in a call to him. He sounded casual and happy. We talked for some minutes and his stories were full of sweet nothings.

A pair of sausages, I mean beef sausages, goes for one thousand four hundred shillings (1400/=) at Chicken Tonight Makindye. That's okay because most of us can afford that. But still you cannot derive satisfaction from only a pair. You need several pairs to suffice your appetite for sausages. So, where is the problem?

Am curious to meet the man or woman who invented sausages. But am sure it must have been a man. Just like God creates people in his own image I expect man to create things in his own image.