It's SteeTime!

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