ok people! i get it. i understand. i have noticed. so i did a triple posting thing. no big deal. everyone gets stressed out once in a while ryt? ok, fyn i know i whine about being stressed a little more than once in a while, but that's normal, ryt? even wen u end up posting something thrice, ryt? good. so now i dont have to apologise to my fans, we've all been there. besides, i've rectified the problem so no excuses pea. and besides, think of it as style, uniquness; got ya'll talking about my blog and calling me to ask me about this new triple-posting thing i was doing. everyone was sending me sms' to ask me watsup. i should do it again. but! dont take up the style guys, coz am not about to post a comment thrice myself. lets leave it for the stressed out people.

speaking of which, the moment u've all been waiting for is finally come;- crys is back! ok, that's just one of the moments. the other moment u've all been waiting for is finally come;- check out crys-unstressed! seriously. ladies and gentlemen, bloggers and the rest of the world, bear witness to this statement; 'for all the times i ever said any nasty thing about any lecturer of mine, for any hate i may have shown, i take it all back. 4 real. i put pen to paper and sign on it. i really take it all back. and hereby declare that my lecturers are the best things (some of the best things) that ever happened to me.' in case u live on some other planet and have not heard;- MY LECTURERS WENT ON STRIKE!!!!!!! (read, 'my beloved lecturers'). and because of that, i do not have class till january. and even then, it wont be real classes, just a time of finishing up tests and courseworks and then doing exams then going back home for a while and then starting my last semester. so either way, there's no lectures for me till next sem! gosh i love Ug. people, this is one of the best moments ever, thank u, thank u very much.

i feel like running onto stage and receiving some kind of award for this history-making, award-winning moment. let's assume i'm at the grammy's, or academy's, anything u want except the pam awards and any awards given exclusively to americans, and i'm dressed in this sleek, chic long, evening dress that just hugs me enuf to make u all want me to be a model, and my hair is three times the length it is now, all stretched, straight and shiny, falling back over my shoulders, with a few strands randomly hanging over my left-or ryt eye, whichever u want; glistening in the lights that only shine on stars;...

first of all, i'd like to thank God, who looks at the heart no matter how much u try to pray with the rest of the church that the strike doesnt continue. i tried so hard to be like every one else but the desires of my heart demanded that this strike continue so that i get time to finish my 50-page tourism report on my class trips.

i'd like to thank all strikers, and strike-stopping policemen, for not killing a student this time. u have made history (a 3-year record of history;- for the time i've been at campus,) by holding the first peaceful strike. peaceful meaning noone died and innocent arrested students released after only about 3 days.

oh! and i here cant forget to thank our guild president, who went on hunger strike demanding that the arrested students be released. he not only braved this alone, but ordered all campus halls' dining rooms to stop serving food because all students were to mourn their locked up colleagues and go on hunger strike. (whoever did not comply could be beaten by the gallant lumumbists or watever they call themselves).

i especially thank the president of my country for sending away my lecturers without even batting an eye and without much of a kind word, the first time they bombarded the state house. because of u, they took the strike furthur, and i had a free week at campus before being sent home for the even bigger holiday. and thanx for not increasing their salaries yet. please dont, until i finish my report. i'll get back to it as soon as i get tired of tv at home, so, mr president, continue to busy yourself with the queen's visit next year, the country's daily power cuts, and war in the north, and oil in lake albert, and leave my lecturers and report alone.

of course, what would this be, if i did not thank the initiators of this important time? everybody, please do give a round of applause or three for my very own beloved lecturers, who braved the entire government and university council, and demanded justice be done to their exploited, overworked souls. ok; demanded more money. honestly, these guys work a lot. i have a lecturer for instance, who actually makes it to his 7am lecture every tuesday, and still teaches evening students. and he doesnt even have a car. and he's not the only one. and this is just the arts faculty. i dont want to think of what its like for lecturers in the technology faculty. or even (gulp) med school. gooness, the lawyers who teach the law students, teachers, who teach future teachers, computer wizards who teach even parliamentarians how to use computers! and what about political science lecturers who saw most of our government workors and parliamentarians through to where they are now, earning millions and forgetting about their past tutors without whose education services, they'd be nowhere?! no, this must not be. this is not a school, hello, this is Makerere university, with the ivory tower? one of the best in africa? give our beloved lecturers money. but not now, of course, after my report is done. thank God the lecturers didnt beleive the lies of the peace talks and agree to start teaching again before their salaries are raised. (see i told u they were lovable, i think)

and last but not least. my fellow students. as soon as the lecturers were sent back from state house the first time, u striked as well. u beleive in our lecturers, and joined in the struggle for their rights. the fact that u were just buying yourslves more time out of class is irrelevant. u braved the patrolling policemen and hunger strike. boys in my hostel poured buckets of water over the can of tear gas that the police threw into our compound, thus allowing me to chat away with my friends about this extra time we had to finish our work, without being choked to unconsciousness. we even got to celebrate the whole week with pork and movies, before thinking about our work. u, students, threatened the police so much, that all roads to makerere were blocked, and the rest of the town suffered jam. thus wandegeya road was so free and easy to walk on, i almost wished u could strike everyday. u shouted the traditional university war cries till u all lost your voices. u even endured wearing those ugly, red undergraduate gowns(a.k.a. aprons) that caused all shopkeepers to lock up, fearing to be robbed during the strike, so it wasnt that great walking on a car-free, crowd-free wandegeya road after all. nevertheless, u joined our lecturers in making history; the first time makerere university was closed before exams were done, and because of a strike.
p.s: i hear there were strikes in kenyan and tanzanian universities as well. this east african confederation/union thing is proving to be more convenient than i thought.

people, after all is said and done, i'd like to conclude by accepting this award (the early holiday), and to all the people i've mentioned, i couldnt have done it withou u. thank u, thank u very much, i love u (am blowing kisses now), i love u all, God bless u!