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I killed a snake and I liked it.

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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 died on? He says 'Cast your burdens unto me'..And thats what I did. But we need to offload those issues on the cross every day. He died so that we may be free. Problem-free! Worry-free! Aint God cool?

So for those of you with severe problems..lets go looking for a snake in this ugandan bush. I think I'm an expert now!
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