Christmas Tidings. -Of little boys at Christmas-

Hello all, and a very merry Christmas to you!

From reading around, I know it may not be/have been merry for every one. Still, I hope it brought a bit of something for everyone.

Mine went the same way it goes every year: breakfast, church, join the extended family for a big merry lunch, head back home. Some times, come Christmas nights, the party moves on to a night out spent dancing somewhere. That was the plan tonight, until my one girl-friend crew made a disappearance act, leaving me by myself. She really has got that particular act nailed down, does it with such finesse time after time. I wonder why I still believe her when she says she’ll show up, as she almost always seems to disappear last minute. I’ve resolved to stick to calling her up when I need her help dropping me off at the airport, because at that she never fails. Good thing too, as missing a flight and missing a night out do not compare at all.

Today at church, a really sweet thing happened. This little boy (about 2 years old) held on to my hand tightly and wouldn’t let it go. His dad was standing by, and he tried to guide him away, to have him join the rest of the family but the little boy paid no attention, and held on fast. His small, soft, chubby fingers held firmly onto mine. It was a good feeling, his small hand in mine. I felt if he had been given to me on the spot I would gladly have taken him and raised him as my own. Crazy thought, I know. Yepp, that’s me. I get some of those some days. I’m crazy about baby boys and this one was such a darling. I smiled at the dad as he tried to pry him away, he smiled back and let the boy be for a few minutes. Ha, what else could I do or say. Part of me worried at what the boy’s mother, wherever she was standing, must be thinking of this little scene; this young woman holding her boy’s hand and smiling with her husband. Suddenly I felt a little anxious. Anyway, the father eventually lifted the son away, and I shifted a little farther away from them. The last thing I needed was to be misunderstood and cause an unknown woman unnecessary worry and speculation.

The little boy stayed in my heart, as I hope the little boy Jesus always will do. Who knows, may be in a couple of Christmases I’ll have a little boy of my own, who after some more Christmases won’t be a little boy anymore but a miniature version of his father and after a while a young man. The years go by so fast! I feel like this one just started and here we are at its end. I hope the next year brings with it lots of good fortune for us all, and for those of you with little boys and girls of your own much happiness and less pulling out of one’s hair as is usually brought on by the little ones. I had lots of experience with that with my siblings, I being the eldest and hence a sort of little mother.

Well, much happiness to you all. Blessings and strength to those that lost loved ones along the way; and to those that lost the love of your life, may you find them again, have a beautiful beginning-again and love and happiness renewed. May a way be made for you, that your heart may know the joy and happiness it once did. A happy year ahead to you all.


As it was meant.

It’s all as it was meant to be.

If we were all wise, made only wise choices and did just what was right every time, what would the point in life be, indeed where would the lessons lie? What is it that would be called living; and what, then, learning?

Yes, some must be wise and others foolish. Lying halfway or anywhere along the spectrum that spans the two extremes is also permissible. I daresay, even ideal. That some may teach and others be taught. For we could not all possibly strut around holding our heads sagely, dispensing tots of wisdom to one another only to nod and agree with each other then dispense some more.

Variety is truly the spice of life; how tasteless it would be were we all to be alike! No surprises, no personalities to marvel at, no jokes new to us, nothing to puzzle, no treasures to discover in one another, no persons more special or dear to us than others! It really would be a life without much sweetness.

Perhaps there would be more harmony if we were all alike; yet it is only in diversity that we can learn virtues such as patience, genorosity, compassion, humility. In diversity, our humanity is called for. Were we all to be the same in all things, we would never have need to give, patience would never be called for; our love would never be tried. It would be a weak love, a lazy thing. What is love if it is not tried, if it cannot prove its worth, if its never given a chance to live up to its name? What is love if occassion never rises for it to demonstrate all it professes to be? A tried love is an active love, and an active one true. Show me a lazy lover and I’ll show you a liar.

No, we couldn’t all be the same. Some must be more virtuous than others, some wiser, some wealthier, some stronger. All is as it was meant to be, since the fall of man.

Lessons of the year

As the year nears its end, I find myself pondering on the lessons it’s leaving me with. This year has been one of profound growth for me. I’d have to say that’s been the year’s greatest achievement. The evening of the year, especially, has brought me spiritual growth. I wouldn’t say I’m there yet, baby steps first. As we say in Luganda ‘Basooka kwaavula.’ Directly translated, that’s ‘they crawl, first.’ Then they walk, then they run. You get the picture. They may even fly. Who knows.

I’d love to make a list of lessons left by this year/achievements, except I’m not much good at lists. That is with the exception of to-do lists. Boy, I’m good at those. Who isn’t? You simply hit off a list of  X things you think you might do on day Y, things you would like to do. Whether you actually do them is another thing altogether. To-do lists have a focusing effect on me. When I’ve got a to-do list I’m a woman on a mission, one that won’t rest until she’s crossed out everything on her to-do list.

  • Go to Mulago, talk to Prof., Dr. Mworozi
  • NDA, pick up certificate
  • Call Muzaale Sr.
  • Text Julie, ask about her ref
  • Submit application
  • Go lingerie shopping
  • Return home
  • Sleep
  • Ha ha

That was yesterday. Okay, it didn’t all go that well. Completion of items 3 and 5 depended on successful results from items 2 and 1, respectively. The latter didn’t go well, so the former were not accomplished. Item 6 was much fun, a well spent two hours. Who doesn’t love a little frill and lace? I know I do. Items 7, 8, and 9 proceeded without a hitch, and were successfully and brilliantly executed! As expected:)

If I were to write this year’s end’s list, though, top of it would be understanding and forgiveness. Those would have to be my greatest lessons for the year 2011. What have your’s been? Care to share?

If I were a flavour…

If I were a flavour I would be… banana flavour!

Yeah, baby.

Smooth and mellow,

That’s me.

Bright and yellow,

Aren’t I like sunshine?

Soft and supple,

I’d melt on your tongue,

Fill you with sweetness,

Cheer you up real good,

Oh yes I would.




Did you know;

Bananas are rich in serotonin, the body’s natural cheering hormone. Eat loads of them and well, like I said… cheer you up real good.

© Kat