Kanyindo's Random Ramblings

So another picture of a young lady having a very unfortunate wardrobe malfunction has been doing the rounds on social media. In case you haven’t seen it, you will be fine.  But put it this way, she had decided to go commando and a gust of wind and a slight bend at the knees decided to bog in her plot. Now, I’m not judging anyone who has had a ‘nip-slip’ or an incident similar to the one I described above (let’s call it a fanny faux pas, shall we?).  There are just a few things that cross my mind whenever we are assailed with pictures of people ‘accidentally’ flashing their bits. 1.        Going Commando- I see absolutely nothing wrong with this.  If you feel the need to go knickerless and natural, by all means! Let it breathe! However, SIT/STAND PROPERLY!!  As in, unless your intention is to flash the world, keep your legs closed and wear something long enough to keep your bits tucked away from the naked eye. 2.        Feeling Airy- Is it just me or do people who exp

I’ve been told that I give people the wrong impression, particularly on Twitter. Let me explain. You know how it is that you can just be minding your own business, trawling the TL, and someone tags you in a post deemed flirtatious or forward? Or you post something totally innocuous but it is taken off in a completely unexpected direction?  Or people just. Don’t. GET IT?! I know it’s happened to you, too. How much of what you tweet do you think determines the way people communicate with you?  How much control do you think you have, short of blocking or muting people, over the tweets you receive? I’m not talking about people who post explicit pictures of themselves, or the so-called ‘thirsty tweets’ that often take over the TL.  I think if you post that kind of content, you’re bound to attract a certain type of feedback, and shouldn’t be surprised if you do. As someone who, in my own humble opinion, tweets a fair amount of nonsense, as well as pictures of puppies and

I remember when I had just moved back to Uganda, someone told me that I shouldn’t smile so much, because people would get the wrong idea. “Siima stop over smiling-smiling at people, you will give yourself problems,” she said. At first, in my naivety, I thought she meant that if I kept walking around with a smile on my face, people would think I was touched in the head. But no.  She meant, and specifically in reference to men, that if I ‘over-smiled’, guys would think that I was up for it and they would approach me with that in mind. I was slightly taken aback by this, and I’ll explain why. I grew up mostly in England, where it is considered polite and very common place to smile and/or nod when you happen to pass a person and make eye contact.  I’m not talking about a toothy, my-what-big-pearly-whites-you-have, come-closer-so-I-can-bite-you smile. Just a simple turning up of the lips, in a ‘Hello, fellow human being’, kind of way. Now, I’ve always been a smiley