Warning! Explicit content.

Done playing: George Ezra’s Budapest, and Gorgan Star & MNEK’s; Ready For Your Love.

Now playing: Radioactive (by that band, which for some reason wants us to imagine dragons)

“Having a difficult time in your life right now? Turn your love light on and let that mother-effrr shine.”

I’ve been often cited questioning the validity of throwbacks, among other things – like why Alex Ndahula (kankurahure niiwe) still runs his on Fridays (I’m not entirely sure tho) or even so; why Bwogi Emmanuel listens to that awkward man (things that haunt me). I can’t tell who’s which … but all that aside; Imagine Dragons. Shudder! I know we aren’t supposed to (those guys are like well known dicks) but on reading that … what would you rather conjure up? 3 of them? Say, one gone rogue, the pair captured (What am I saying? Just think about Khalesi, GOT Sn5 – Epd6, exactly where I left it).

Still playing: Radioactive

Lethal, and also blonde. My idea of a throwback. But also pretty and yes, (I can not believe I’m yet to say this) smart. Not the kind that baffle Jo, obviously (I mean, who cares?) (Family guy, obviously). But again… not, think of it as a kind of love. Right, say you love blondes, huh … the damaging kind. Okay, now let’s do away with the dragons for a bit (I’m more of a dinosaur guy anyway). Imagine the aftermath then. Taylor gets it; burn the house, and then maybe; go hug a hobo at whatever her next song is about. I swear, I’d bite a spinach joke off her other vagina too, if I knew it in person. Apologies, I walked you right into an ugly spinach joke back there. But oh well, like I once said; I have that much respect for anyone that can spinach a vegetable joke. No pun. Also, throw that back any Tuesday, on Friday Night Lights even, and watch Kev try to pun that, or whatever. He’s too short, it would be funny either way.

Listen, I don’t know what it was about this song that makes me cranky and also, revered savagely enough to chant about in my after midnight sessions, but … it still bothers me when birds peck on other birds. Seems as though… (Phew) (I’m glad that ended right when it does) Throw backs aren’t my strongest of suits. Either way I’m glad that’s done, shots my ass!

Was playing – Shots (Also by the dragon band)

Now playing: Sideline Story – J Cole

Earlier today, I got a call to go pick my appointment letter, from UBL (which makes Guinness (Yay) and also Bell (Ooh))… But more importantly, I thank Mr. Asaph for it. Because of him, I watched a dream come true even though I was mostly asleep the entire time. Now, I know of no woman, and lots of men actually (if you can believe it) (who also support MUFC) that will tell you; the satisfaction derived from working with beer is second to none. To be fair, I’ll make this about Dr. Baabi David. And… abracadabra! #Grad_Things

Now playing: Hello, also by Cole J (For real though). I do not intend these puns and neither do they, me. Okay, maybe a little. Maybe we try extra extra like Senator, but who cares? Name me one distaff item wrapper that doesn’t apply make up (unintentionally) if you try to eat out of it savagely … and I’ll share with you one experience from a certain girl I dare not mention here for fear of being run over and dug right through … (wait for it) by the nipples rather savagely… all from imagination. (And there’s the beating heart all exes long for) (But what if I’m not kidding?) Now remember, you can find more of this at https://iamaruho.wordpress.com

I’m done playing stuff.



Throw Back

*Turns on T.V
”Yeah right, lets all be happy. Nice one Pharrel. Your brothers in Egypt… the Pharaos, they’d chew you up and spit out Bell cans if they weren’t so preserved right now.

Seriously though, I took a bell once… once! But even then it tasted like Simba’s piss. Here, let me tell you all about it: ”So there we were enjoying a made up holiday in Lugazi, April 2013, amid the first semester of my second year, sampling some great culture and wonderful mental decadants. And it had managed to stay as such up until Tony… you know Tony, he jokes about slapping rats to death all the time. He probably has tiny rat souls allover his finger bums too, so steer clear of him. Any hoo, he bullied me into ordering a beer in a roadside bar, I had a swig and gagged, then said to the barman, “What the hell is this?” He then replied, “the crown jewel of Uganda breweries” …or as Alex likes to call it, ”ekidde.”

Short story even shorter, I took it outside, threw it into the road, came back inside and had no remorse parting with 8,200 shillings what so ever. I would just like to say sorry to the Mufumbira on the bike with the grey shirt that I accidentally soaked. Or not, that guy sucked!

Oh and, they hurt just like us so try not to throw random things at their daring heads.


I’m out

I’ve been bullied into going out yet again, to dance and flirt the week away, I suppose. Can I even pretend to be that drunk? Anyhoo, this is me pretending to be dancing and obviously posting about about something else.

Here; I ate out of bag today. Soon after which I took the photo attached – in case it were my last. I also engaged in a couple of other activities but it’s beat to let that beast rest. People and spiders don’t quite get to me as you’d hope them to. My fears are more realistic, you see. Speaking of which; what have you people done with the system now? Can’t even have a rolex in public without feeling guilty anymore?! You might as well call it Genix while you’re at it. Not that I know of any one who goes by that name or anything.

I miss the old ways sometimes; when you’d have to unsheath the real thing with that much stealth and precision as though a ninja just hand-mailed you her true HIV test results right there in the middle of coitus. I once had mine disappear into thin air during a single game of minesweeper. My goodness, the horrors to that thing? Phenomenal! There’s a specific way the polythene wrapper sticks to your burning finger tips, provoking you… daring you to raze through it in an instant, like you wouldn’t, that very instance if you wanted to. And you often did… in an instant even. To prove a point often times – that you were drunk enough to call it a day. Like I am now.



About Success

So here’s the thing, to be successful; you need to know. First and foremost, about success. What it means and/or takes to be successful. It seems pretty infinitesimal to point out but you just can not, and quite literally will not be successful if you have no comprehension of the term; success. For instance, what is needed… a bachelors, a PHD perhaps? Notice how easily you could spend your entire youth pursuing a bachelors degree, that way you can learn about success when all it takes is a simple tap on the dictionary app, and the resulting desire to use the information acquired correctly thereafter.

Secondly, and most importantly… you have to want it. You have to want to be successful. Once you’ve understood what success (your success) entails, you need to go for it. Put forth as much effort as you think is commended. Depending on how badly you want to achieve that predetermined level of success, you can now decide to either up or lessen the effort, your call. But remember, do not be a slave to your dreams because you have to live too.

Thirdly, the last ingredient and perhaps a rather peculiar one, the one piece, non-interchangeable and just as vital to the entire process as the other two; freewill. Feel free to choose, to say no, to quit and start off on a new project. And like Jennifer Payette puts it; “It’s humbling to start a fresh. It takes a lot of courage but it can be reinvigorating. You just have to put your ego on a shelf and tell it to be quiet.” But you see it’s not just your ego you should be concerned about, your guts too play a vital role. No one out there should tell you how to get there. Nobody knows you better than yourself. Okay, maybe not entirely but only you have the power to ascertain who, when, what & why to be. Don’t disregard that, it’s very important. Create a better you if you can’t figure yourself out. I’ve been down that road a couple of times myself and I can tell you with the utmost certainty that there’s no shame in wanting to be. Kids nowadays call that wannabeism, but isn’t that the entire point to having mentors?

Mould yourself, take charge of your life more. “To be successful therefore, you need not to know who you are, but who to be.”


Interfaith Relationships

To be honest, the whole “opposites attract” thing doesn’t appeal to me. Chances are, it probably won’t appeal to you either after reading this. I believe the logic behind is that opposites don’t necessarily mean different, as is the general assumption. It’s very much possible for two people to want the same thing and still be on opposing sides. Question is, what’s to stop them from pursuing it? Take an example of interfaith relationships. Whatever the design, be it true love, juvenile experimentation or lunacy- love is within itself hate. Hatred for all that you don’t love. Now when you as an individual, capable of holding a grudge or alternatively showing compassion, step out of your comfort zone to meet the other party half way with the intention of pleasing them, you are very well literally compromising the same core values and beliefs that you stand for. And on a relatively longer scale of time, the both of you will have totally abandoned your belief systems and each taken up the other’s state of believing, living… and being. Assuming you truly loved each other.

Oh yes, the photo. I do take to the woods occasionally- to breathe free and of course, engage in the occasional hiking adventures, like climbing trees and/or trunks. I can’t say the same about Phil though. He had a perfectly horrible hiking experience, but he’ll come around. Now take for instance attracting people into your life, completely unrelated to the former. The idea is to get as many people to like you, your updates, your pictures, or even your parts… whatever it takes to satisfy your narcissistic tendencies. But in so doing, you end up with a lot of people, all who happen to have differing perceptions of you, some more bearable of course. So every time you need reassurance, a strange lot of people will be there to comfort you and make you feel complete, with emphasis on feel. A perfectly deserving relationship it might seem. But remember to them you are somewhat perfect- incapable of committing error. So in return, they tend to define you through dictating how much of you to expose whenever you are out there, be it on tour, sport or verbal interaction. This too depends on their values and beliefs- call that paradigms. The example I borrow from this is a situation where a dumb version of me tries to explain their idea of a basic thanks giving dinner to a vegetarian. Like would I against all odds, depict a fairytale dream where I’m best friends with broccoli man simply for their appeal? Because to be honest, my broccoli man depiction can be compared to your idea of the devil, and I mean that quite literally- scary weird guy in a vegetative state.

Earlier this month, I got shocked when a friend admitted to hating how tend to I end every sentence with proper punctuation. But like every other person out there, I too do compromise on this pattern of behavior when chatting with someone I really like. I recently tried to tell some lady mate I was crushing on that being shy is irrelevant. That one man’s idea of a broken you shouldn’t necessarily instigate emotion within you. Not verbally, but I tried. And it’s true, only you can choose what to feel. But you see, this doesn’t carry much weight in the constitution of friendship. You have to take a leap and show genuine hurt when someone you care about presents you with their idea of stressors, however irrelevant they might be. On my side however, if your goal was to dance and you scored an epic fail, then your idea of fun will be one I can totally relate to. There, we can be friends. No cardinal opposing interests involved, just similarities.


About the Kenyan Uni – Attacks

You can not wake up one day and turn off the sun in Somalia. That would be wrong, I’m kidding, I’m kidding people… I’m just kidding. Let’s cogitate for a minute though, if you and I shared the same bedroom, would you, if you wanted to sleep turn down the music on your side of the room and let my metal ramp on with me howling along? The answer is no. Same principle should apply in reality if I and the other 2% of the agnostic society are to simply stand by and cast no judgement about religion.

A few days back I overheard someone at Uni mumble something about Kenya that has been troubling me a lot. For some of you who like me choose to not watch the news for a number of justifiable reasons, here’s what happened: Certain members of one religious faction- Islam to be specific… brutally massacred university students that came short of their beliefs and/or dress code for whatever misguided reason that gives them a peace of mind in their places of worship. And yes I asked, it wasn’t an episode off “Strike Back.” I’ve been trying to say this all along but no one listens, religious virtues in practice are so demanding. It’s partly embarrassing.

Polarisation, stereotyping and marginalization, all have one concept in common. And that concept is generalisation. ISIS/Al-qaeda/Alshabab., et al, attack and horrifically take lives. On summary judgement, we all start pointing fingers at Islam. Not knowing that in so doing, we are acting upon our primal instincts of stamping, just like the former. Cited in the “Religious Terrorist”, Christianity evidently pursued the same course of action while assuring it’s dominance some 300 years ago- Catholicism to be specific. But I don’t see any one pointing fingers, or has the statute of limitations on those gruesome murders lapsed? This act therefore shouldn’t be treated as the first of its kind, but rather as one in a very long line of religious tragedy. That’s why I’ll beg anyone reading this without the belief that what happened was a religious mess and that as a consequence, the tragedy should be treated as such to kindly discontinue.

It is hard to reason from the particular to the general but in any case, to be human precedes all and any claims that we as individuals have conjured up, to label ourselves as superiors or somewhat different from one another. In that hierarchy nationality comes next, then tribe, family, DNA, and lastly… personal opinion. To break down that personal opinion bit in the most commonest terms, it refers to subjective belief held by singular individuals. Such beliefs pertain to paradigms, religious views and trains of thought held by one or more humans regardless of their DNA, family, tribe and/or nationality. In the same manner heretofore I won’t be passing on these thoughts as concerted belief to instigate some sort of retaliation against the Muslim community. I believe that Muhammad, sole procreator of Islam as a religion in no right mind should have passed on his personal subjective opinion of unification as common belief, not with these commandments that some radical factions have exploited to pursue their own hateful ends.

I am a buff of standing by what you believe in, however, only when it does not involve mass murder. But tell me something, why people? I can name one other thing that Islamic extremists feel antipathy towards besides innocent teenagers pursuing a life in the white collar. And if I can come up with one reason, imagine how many others there are. Oh And that other thing is the squealer. For crying out loud kill the swine, rid the world of these filthy creatures for all we care, bomb the farm that supplies the pork joint opposite Global High School if you have to, the prices are terrible anyway, but leave your fellow beings out of it! And to think that some of those students had stayed up late working on some project shatters my soul.

See I’d love to hope that religion’s design is peace. Just for a mere moment especially for when I’m trying to fall asleep. A wise man once said, “do not underestimate the power of stupid people in large numbers.” No judgements, but do I have to bomb every last person out there who doesn’t take pleasure in a good old Edgar Allan mystery? And if yes, should there be reciprocation for the parties in question? Christianity chiefly undermines this. It teaches forgiveness- something about turning the other cheek. My millionth resolution would be to give christianity a shot. Islam on the other hand disputes this. It teaches killing off of all nonbelievers. It is for this reason that I concur that no unchecked faction should have that much influence over it’s subordinates. In a way, some authority has to come in and define morality above all else for the sake of mutual consent.

Verdict: I for one do not blame the people who carried out these crimes. I condemn the force that drove them into such madness in the first place- the inability to use ones conscience.



I feel safer when I’m alone. I like to get away, stare at empty tins- something my teachers in kindergarten used to say; empty tins make the loudest noise, is it? I can’t quite remember. But that’s not relevant here. Listen, it’s over 80 degrees outside, the world must be ending. But who cares, the world is always ending, right? That is one of the numerous copying mechanisms this generation has conjured up to rid ourselves of panic. We ask ourselves, how worse can it get? But we don’t really know, do we? In fact we never live long enough to find out.

See I’m a 90’s kid. I grew up in the end of days. I was 8 in the year 2000. A lot of speculation about that, although it was the first time it occurred to me that the idea of non-existence was very real. The disbelief that followed ushered in an age of discontent towards the ancestral paradigms. But then came 2012, boy did we swing to club Wiley. That was years later I think. I remember it because it’s like on January 1st, 2013 the entire world had cleared their browser history, and all prior searches on Mayans were simply gone. Just like that. So if there’s anything certain that I’ve learnt my whole existence, it’s that nothing is ever certain.

Last week, I saw a quote that read ”I don’t want to go to heaven, none of my friends are there anyway.” You can feel that this fellow really took his time- the writer, to explain his thoughts. But very few seem to gather his real intent and/or gravity of his statement. In his words, you can tell he believes in the existence of God, he’s somewhat certain of it, and yet he still chooses to falter. And he affirms it. Right there, the man just wants to be with his friends. Atheists are such crybabies. Do you know how much pain that takes? A lot… none, don’t answer that. It really doesn’t matter. What does however, is the comment I posted- ”Do you know what can drive a man to kill themselves? That much ignorance.” I got 5 likes and a whole lot of mean replies, but I probably deserved that so no offense taken.

Now I noticed that 15k other folks apparently found this quote amusing, I’m assuming that’s why they liked it. In fact, I’m certain of it. Me, I found it insulting. Emotional dishonesty exasperates me. But I still liked the damn update, it’s an outstanding piece of irony. That and the fact that you can’t comment if you haven’t liked the post’s original page.

I love oranges. I have been using that phrase as my go to reference whenever I’m nervous. But the truth is, I hate oranges. The peeling… now that takes care and precision to execute. That waiting, till the outer layer is completely removed. I would never survive such an ordeal. But I’ll take the juice. The point is, fruits make juice… and juice is awesome. Because you drink it. You can be both hydrophobic and still live long enough to survive the crazy cock rampage. And most importantly, take photos to cherish the memory. That’s why we have camera phones… besides taking selfies of course.