bad day.

i should have listened to jonah when he said it would rain in the afternoon. but how was i supposed to beleive him? it was shining bright when he looked up into the sky and gave his conclusion with this aura of wisdom. i thought he was just flaunting the usual know-it-all male ego and yet he was right. now i have to start my hair day again from the part where i have wet hair tied up in a bandana. jonah, if u read hard enough, u'll see that there was an apology somewhere in the previous sentences. if u dont see it, then, well, i wish i had listened to u. and that's as far as i can go with an apology. and that's coz you're my good friend.

the morning wasn't nice either. it reminded me of the days before i decided to stick to power fm. every cell in my body throbbed in unison with detest every time they received stimulus in some way or other caused by the sound of britney's voice. i despised her so much that it bordered on hatred. (christians dont really hate so i cant cross the border). and yet, after a week of listening to capital fm, i would once in a while find myself humming to 'i'm not a girl, not yet a woman' (check out romans 7:15). i'm singing things i dont want to sing, and the singer (in karru's words;) has never even made it to my list of bad people. that's how i felt this morning when i walked into the tv room and found all my siblings playing football with a playstation thing. i started off wondering how anyone could watch, leave alone enjoy that game, and minutes later, i was staring in amazement as they used weird playstation buttons and functions to make their own football figures with funny hairstyles, kicking styles, and even celebrating styles. i came back to me senses when they decided to name one of the figures after me as well. they laughed when i reminded them how i'll never buy any children in my care a playstation. i began to feel the familiar throb in my body getting stronger;- but i dont understand how minutes later i was being educated on football.;- beckham is old, the current football season is premiership, not championship (hope i havent mixed it up again), and thierry's team isnt doing well. (condolences to the muganda). and premiership is for england teams; it's the season where man-u fans beat up arsenal fans, or rather, vice versa, and people forever complain about how uganda has too many arsenal fans and they all seemed to have planned to recruit the rowdiest pple into the fan club. and it just happened again: i (dont like) football and i'm blogging about it. what a morning, and what an evening. in fact, what a day.

the day didnt get better when i made jonah run around town coz i had to pick up a book from a friend and return it to another friend accross town. poor guy thought all we were doing in town that day was buying christmas gifts for the watoto children attached to our cell for the season. (being the only two temporary school drop-outs in cell comes with it's responsibilities). he had no idea i'd forget the names of the children at home and have to walk around town looking for the cheapest phone booth to call young sis to give her directions to the exact location of the names (which he had no idea i'd almost forget). he had no idea it would take 3 calls to direct her, and 4 more before she realised the urgency of the situation and actually called me back to read the names to me. poor guy had no idea. jonah, if you're wanting an apology, well neither did i. and its not my fault either that it took l'il sis 7 calls to realise that we were standing at the streets waiting for her replies while she was complaining about how i was interrupting her tv programme.

fortunately, every cloud has a silver lining or eight. pascal got the book he's been wanting back from me for the last two months. i delivered the gifts to the watoto offices just before it was locked up. i realised before it was too late that i had mixed up the girls names and labelled the gifts wrongly. jonah didnt really complain. young sis was really apologetic. i got home before i collapsed. i actually had a great time looking for the gifts with jonah. jonah was in time for the cantata.

this was three days before christmas. and i realised only today that i hadnt posted this and had mistakenly saved it as as draft. great. so much for silver linings. more than a bad day.