It's SteeTime!

I am no longer a medical student (thank goodness)..I am now a medical intern which is probably worse but at least now I don't have to study for those terrible exams. Living and working in the city of Nairobi. A lot of smog and people and traffic. Don't know if we actually breathe in oxygen here. But it's wonderful in many other ways. I am still thinking of those ways. I am kidding, it's great. But this isn't a blog about Nai, it was just to update my blog info..and also to alert my followers that there is now a Sithabiso Dube page on facebook. Sithabiso Dube, Writer. I've seen weirder things. Search for Sithabiso Dube, then click LIKE. Easy as Pie. Lets see if we can get to a million fans like Ashton Kutcher. Ha

Yes, thats right. This is my political opinion. Miracles do happen. So these are the reasons I think this new Constitution is important to Kenyans. (For those of you who don't know that there is a new constitution in Kenya, well, now you know.) 1.     1.   Because its new Let’s face it, anything ‘new’, ‘different’, ‘changed’, ‘innovative’ or ‘fresh’ is desirable for regular Kenyans who are tired of the same old hustle...whether it is a new road, new song or new constitution. Apparently Kenya is the first country in Africa to adopt a completely new constitution…all the others have been AMENDING theirs..(big deal, I whisper). So this makes them special. Another reason to prance around tomorrow. 2.       2. Because its down with the machete and up with the Kenyan flag The last time Kenyans congregated as a country to vote for something there was violence which shook the continent and world from inside out. This caused a lot of concerns for the future of democracy in this leader o

I have to write this now (now being 30 May 2010- ignore the blod date) because i'm at my most affectionate towards Mbra. I'v just packed my suitcase and said my goodbyes, heading out into the real world. Yes, its a fact, Mbarara is not the real world, but it does accommodate living people so i can give it some credit. I have to be careful about this note coz i dont want to bite the hand which fed me. Mbra has the potential to make anyone but can also break you sadly. Let me give a small background for those of you wonderin wat the dickens i'm going on about: Mbarara is a town in western uganda where i'v been based for the last 5 years. It is a tourist hub because it connects the 5 countries of East Africa as wel as the DRC. My university literally has the highway connecting Dar es Salam to Kigali cutting thru it. The university itself, whose name is derived from the town (then add Science and Technology to pretend that serious things happen there) is the core of the

I realized I'v written about other countries and stuff but never about the one i actually study in. Maybe its because it has taken me this long to understand the crazy which is Kampala. Ok, let me start by telling u that i actually dont live in kla. I live in mbra, but i frequent kla for obvious reasons. Kampala is misunderstood for so many reasons. I dont even know where to start. City Centre  Ok, real life story. Being on a bodaboda (motorbike) in kla is like the scariest experience ever. I have to close my eyes a million times muttering prayers the whole time. The traffic is obscene. Really. If there aren't cars or buses, they are bodaboda's. Then of course the masses of people all walking against u. But no, this is not what i want to talk about.'kla is just misunderstood. This city can provide anything u need anywhere at anytime. Broke your sandal? There's the guy who fixes across the road. Lost? There's a boda guy who'll take u there and on time to

Oh yes I did! Well, our male housemate really did all the throwing..I was doing the screaming and missing..but I swear I got it good one time. It was totally scary, exhilarating and similar-to-sky-diving typa thing. I recommend everyone go out there and kill a snake. No disrespect to my friends who think its wrong to kill an animal that has done you no harm. But Dude, the thing was in our house! I shall not lay down to feel some creepy crawly slippery slimey thing next to me in my bed. Not the african way, folks! Had to do what we had to do. So why was it good for me? Cause I took out all my frustrations of the week on that snake. The lectures, tutorials, feeling fat, getting dumped, exams looming, feeling bad for making someone feel bad, alcohol problems, missing home, laundry deficit, endless ward-rounds, fear of boda-boda's, and generally everything bad and sad...ON TO THAT SNAKE. And guess what? All gone! I think it's the same as the Cross. You know, the cross Jesus

I'd like to start by saying this is not the 1st time I'v been to zambia..neither is it the 2nd. I'v been here quite a bit, have family here and everything...but this is the 1st time I'v walked the streets alone, gone shopping, caught public transport etc alone. I'v had a more objective feel this time round. In summary its been a blast! Zambia is different in a special way. Lemme start with the people. The people are genuinely nice. Not nice-to-foreigners like ugandans or nice-polite like swedes..they are just nice to everyone from the heart. I mean, i spent whole day in town and everyone i asked for directions was genuinely concerned that i find the place, they'd ensure i understood and one even walked me there. When i dint understand the language they dint laugh or stare in awe..they just quickly translated to english..and Good english, smooth blend of east and southern african accent. Maybe i'm biased coz i'm fresh from the heart of mbarara Lol? They d

What can i say? I have mixed feelings right now. But wil do my best to be objective. Namibia. Population: 2million (yes 2million). 3:1 ratio of women to men (beautiful women). 11 languages and tribes including the world famous Damara which u'd remember from the tongue-clicking God's Must Be Crazy fame. I can testify. They actually talk like that! And these are just regular people walking around, in clothes now, clicking away! Fascinating.. Namibians as a people seem to be hungover from the South African colonialism. Struggling wit identity and relying heavily on foreign labour force particularly from Zim, kenya and nigeria (the usual suspects)..but its extremely hard to get a work permit. They welcome all nationalities wit no qualms (very rare in southern africa).. Anyway, lemme stop advertising for jobs! Went to swakop the coast. absolutely BREATHTAKING..even if u the type of person who is not particularly moved by nature. The Namib Desert is so pristine and against the Atlant

Telling a girl to stop being emotional is like telling Ali G to behave or men to stop peeing in public! In other words its basically impossible. But there are some emotions that I'v noticed in my fellow ladies and myself that are just so unproductive it hurts. 1. Jealousy Case scenario. You are browsing thru your favourite social network fb and you are going thru someone's pics...LO and behold...there are pictures of your friends at a party having so much fun and even tho u r no longer in the same country no one bothered to tell you about it! Or the guy you'v been watching (read stalking)..is in the arms of a pretty girl Who's name u only see when she too comments on his status! Or...a reunion u couldn't attend due to exams/expense or otherwise. Or once again, Jane 'has a hangover after another great night wit the girls. Love u guys!' But u keep clicking onto Jane's page to see what she did last night. This is called Jealousy. Its really pointless. Embr

No I do not have a baby! But eish, the time span is embarrassing since my last post. So its not a surprise that no one has even read it. I have decided to transfer all my interesting notes from Facebook to here. I'm way too lazy to write anything meaningful. And i fear for my grammar at this time of night. So read away: Thanks (who am i thanking exactly? I wonder) ZIMBABWE- The true story (this was posted on 30 December 2009 during my holiday in Zim..got raves on fb so i myt as well kick off with it.) I'm sure if you are reading this you are eager to know whats really going on. I am not about to write a political analysis of affairs in the country...neither will I embark on an economic feature of the current situation. What i WIL do is tell you what I personally have experienced as uSithabiso. This is to benefit my brothers and sisters who havent been home in a minute and also for the curious east and west africans who ask me 'how are things in Zim' every 5 seconds. I a