Kanyindo's Random Ramblings

♥♦ ♥♦♥♦♥♦♥ Today I celebrate my eldest sister Kaine. ♥♦ How can I describe a friend, mentor, hairdresser, teacher, cheerleader and so much more in just a few words?  I don’t think I ever could.  Even with my penchant for verbosity, I struggle when it comes to succinctly describing what you mean to me. ♥♦ As graceful as your name.  ♥♦  Kainembabazi ♥♦ How many times have I been told how much I look like you?  If one day, my life and my success can equal yours, I will truly be blessed.  I wouldn’t mind your air miles either.  Just saying. ♥♦ It has been a tough year, for all of us.  This birthday is different in so many ways- not just because we’re all another year older, but because we won’t celebrate with one of the most important people in our lives.  We won’t get that customary message from our father telling us how much we mean to him.  I know Daddy is looking down at you and feeling just as proud of you as he always did.  ♥♦ As proud of you as we all are.

What is it with Ugandans and accents? I met a girl recently who has spent some time in the States and hence acquired an American accent. When I say she spent some time there, I am ‘guesstimating’ that she spent at least 10 years there.  You would think that is plenty of time for someone to acquire the accent of wherever they are living at the time, or at least develop an affectation of sorts that is common to people in that particular country.  Indeed it is. If you are a child when you go to said country. I say this because I truly believe that by the time you are at least 21 years old, there are certain things about you that can’t change.  Not without some degree of effort.  Your handwriting is one.  Your attitude is another. And finally, your accent. Let me explain. People often say that I have a ‘British accent’.  I can explain why.  I didn’t start learning English until I was about 7 years old.  Up until that point, I was quite happy to prattle on in French, my fir

I was one of the MCs at the Bride and Groom Expo last weekend.  It was a huge success- thousands of people turned up, the stalls were fabulous (there was a stall serving cocktails.  The less said about that the better) and the performances were memorable.  I got to work with my co-host Rudende who was as stupid as ever, but it was a fun weekend. It did, however, leave me questioning myself. Am I the only woman who isn’t whipped into a frenzy at the mention of weddings? I saw women literally delirious with excitement at the fashion shows, watching the models float down the catwalk in incredible wedding gowns, probably imagining themselves or their daughters in those dresses.  I stood emotionless backstage, announcing each collection and only wondering how on earth I would survive swanning around all day in one of those dresses.  Don’t get me started on the towering heels the models wore.  Just looking at them made my feet hurt. Don’t get me wrong.  I don’t mind weddings

My father passed away three months ago today. It's been a very strange time of trying to totally readjust my way of thinking and feeling- things that always seemed so natural and instinctive have been replaced by an empty feeling I don't think I will ever find the words to describe. Hearing a funny joke and wanting to call him and tell him.  Seeing some ridiculous behaviour and wanting to thank him for teaching me how to act like a lady.  Finally making sense of a life-lesson he taught me and wanting to say- Daddy I get it now!! I'm not entirely sure how I have made it this far, because as far as I was concerned, my world ended that dark night 3 months ago.  But I went back to work, managed to get on air and actually sound cheerful , managed to celebrate other people's triumphs and joys even when I felt that the floor had fallen out from under me.  I even managed to keep calm when people made really insensitive comments. Apart from the support of my family, my w