Supergluing on winners

(ok ma pips,am back in blogville,pass on the gossip i missed especially the Bbh)

Lately it's been hard to recognise myself, thanks to my newfound love for 22 men chasing a ball on the pitch. And more shocking is the fact that it's not even the celebrated David Beckham or Rio Ferdinand but our own breed of local stars who have got me all jittery.(though I must confess I think Julian Ferdinand the dad is so much hotter than Rio. Have you seen his chin and body wow!)

As if by a finger snap I know the names, history and generally you name it and I am your woman. Unfortunately I cannot predict the life span of this newfound interest, which apparently I am not the only victim of.

Corporate organisations, prominent sports fans and even your next-door neighbour, who prior to the Nigeria-Uganda match, would rather spend thousands on a beer watching the Premier league than his local team free, is now Uganda's biggest fan.
It was amazing to see the Uganda Cranes up their status signing autographs and being ambassadors of good causes.

Reading the low down life story of the team in the sports commentaries was even more amusing. Truly a rags to riches story, only that the riches part seems yet to materialise.
Which brings me to ask. Does success make us better people? Just because I excelled in a number of things, will I become more attractive? Or will I just be the same old person from Kawempe and Bwaise's swamped corners.

Misery they say, loves company, so allow me add that, company this time, loves success. Human nature is indeed an enigma, sudden success is bound to carry one from the depth of loath and distaste to acceptance and admiration. This newfound glory is no doubt opening doors for the team that once rented socks from second hand traders in Owino market for lack of a better option.

Little wonder the rich and famous are often surrounded by many wannabe friends and acquaintances. Look around you and count the number of people who suddenly want to be associated with you now that you have won an admirable contract, got a promotion won an award or generally succeeded in anyway.

It would be nice to do a before and after analysis, you will be surprised. For those yet to reach the realms of success, how about doing your before story right now so that you can compare the notes when you finally get on the after track.
And for you who is readily waiting to flock the successful, shame on you.

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It is sad to announce that this blogger will not be in circulation for the next 5days.She will be attending to matters of utmost urgency. However nothing close to 'building the nation' so dont get your hopes high.Its more like being the scum of the earth for the next days.
Laterz

Silent Witness

What do you do when you cross paths with a blogger whose blog you read often? Occassionally,if not all the time leaving a comment. One who leaves comments on your blog once in a while or probably simply reads your blog.

Run up to them and hug them, say hey, remember me? I am duksey,Oh yes that’s ma blog…whats up?…blah blah blah. Then merry the night or day away? The only catch in this one is that you know this blogger, face and all but they would not place you even if you slapped them.
So what do you do?

Well for the last weeks I have lay in the background and watched every move of some of the blogren I bump into here and there. And this is not spying, I just happen to be in the same places and know their faces.
Naturally they would never ever imagine that female stealing glances at them is one who leaves some of those comments on their blogs or whose blog they read.A silent witness to the good time they always seem to be having.

Some Fridays ago as I was strolling into Bubbles, Carlo, Darlkom and some other blogger I couldn’t place were dancing away right next to me. Then at the premiere of Divisionz there was Iwaya…and his girlfriend.

Now last Friday, Ish and Ivan walked right past me as they were heading to Nandos and then later stood next to me with Darlkom in front of Club Rouge, they seem to be deliberating whether to enter club Cascades or Rouge.

After watching them for a short while, I slipped into Rouge, didn’t see them there so wonder where they ended up.
Oh and then last Friday at Fat boys I walked right passed besilent near the ladies,almost knocked each other over,think she was hanging with Cheri but as for Cheri at least we know each other so exchanged a few howdy.

It is so much fun to be watching, kinda reminds me of those thriller movies where the stalker is somewhere watching. But anyhow it’s all good I doubt that I would like to breakout of my window. Sometimes it’s just wonderful to be the silent witness.