Lira

day one;

i was told that the north was a harsh dry and arid place, i can assure you what is see is the furthest from that so called truth. it's green serene almost too calm to believe. the weather is mild, the people are amazing. how many times do you get a boba-boda guy who knows the word 'proprietor'??? (NEVER! at least, never in Kampala).
the people are of a fairer tone (OK lets be honest, you can't help but notice people do look a little darker), but OMG! they are so warm and kind, not to mention even the simplest of B&B's have staff that exude a level of professionalism that can only be described as AMAZING (was in white house....not bad, also heard of Santa solo).
like all upcountry towns, things start rather late and end rather early, you're awakened by the loud churning of bus engines as they get ready to head to kampala, this was around 6am (yeeiishhhh k'la is up and running by 3am, still pretty early if you ask me). the hotel bar closed at 11:30pm can you believe it? (yes it was a tuesday night but gosh that's still rather early... i was just warming up.. kidding-upcountry beer always tastes funny to me...)

day two

i forgot to carry socks, you will not believe how self-conscious am feeling in these black shoes (wait... ALL FIXED, had to dash up to the room and swap them for some open shoes). the weather is nice, VERY SUNNY but sunny good, not sunny-remind-you-ur-broke like kampala.

day three

sam my big brother wants me to buy him 3 jogo's (huge cockerels, i realised writting cocks would be a lil' i don't know... u sick minds!).. and trust me you are not as surprised as i was. yooo....am afraid of those things, sitting with them that is. would much rather eat them (asander mkqrwekane get out of my head!!!) ooops...where did that come from?
hey this is supposed to be a traveller's digest about Lira but i find myself stuck in this hotel, i can't wait to move around...
btw... its 10am and the workshop hasn't even started.. it was supposed to start at 8am but as you can imagine we have like 7 participants from the districts, that's like 7 out of 35. (i cant even see that as a percentage in my head!!)

day four,

Woooiiii.... dios... Inzi.... Krap...i have the runs!!!
am in trouble, just imagine we were just leaving for lunch when my stomach decided to remind me she is still the queen beyotch!! it hurt from the core of my being... the ride back to the hotel was simply too friggn' painful, you should have seen me running up those stairs...you! the key thankfully did not get stuck in the lock and jam to open...
you know the worst thing about a running stomach, even when you krap you still don't get any relief, just a new kind of fear of oh u best believe it's coming back anytime soon... round 2 ding ding!!
so far i have been to the toilet almost five times in the last hour alone, and it just seems to be getting worse. went out to the pharmacy and bought some immodiums (MAJOR FIX)....
kika, my feet are all chappy, dry and i have dry patches all over my feet where the skin is drying and flaking of...incredibly scary if u axe me.

Day five,

finally i get to step out of the hotel.... nice town, dusty as hell though, must be because of the sun shining too brightly atimes (still kick ass if u ask me compared to k'la weather). i carried a beautiful mind along (autobio about John Nash the famous crazy mathematician...TOTAL BORE!) the town is pretty much like any other in Ug, nice people who tend to keep to themselves...busy and bustling...
i can see a hotel with aircon units in each room...yay! (shut up paris hilton!)...mental note practice humility....

STICK IT TO YOUR BOSS WHERE IT HURTS…!!! KICK HIM RIGHT IN THE CROTCH!

Before you all go judging me… let me just say it has taken me a long time to get to this point. For a long time I was convinced that for some reason I owe my boss something. As though it was out of his good will that I had this job and the salary hence derived from it. Well that has all changed! Right now I look at that ingrate and pity him. To be honest that new house in Bugolobi that he’s building is because of me, yes I said it. It is because of me that that goon is living the way he is. I have saved him over 5,000 dollars at a time and what does that translate to me, well absolutely nothing, no bonus, no nothing, in fact my salary suffered a 20,000 shillings reduction in value because of the fluctuating dollar.

Am not ranting, am merely saying, it’s not you who needs your boss, no sir, no madam, he needs you! It is because of you that that stupid company is earning and staying afloat. Seriously! You deserve your salary because you worked for it. You put in your effort and you should be justly compensated as such. Your boss needs you, your company needs you, and when you are replaced you will be missed, why? Because you are important and you were indeed needed! There is no reason why your employer should treat you as a liability at every turn, you are an asset! & if your employer doesn’t treat you as gold, then guess what? You need a new job.

If you are ably qualified there is no reason why you should stay in a potentially bad employment situation. This only serves to rob you of valuable time that you could have used to do many many things. If anything I would think it’s unforgivable, because it will take you quite a while to make up for this lost time. I am not an economist, I am a pragmatist I see things for the way they are.

** a word to the wise, A GOOD EMPLOYEE IS LIKE A FAITHFUL & HARDWORKING WIFE, TREAT HER WELL, & SHE WILL BRING PROSPERITY & TRANQUILITY TO YOUR HOME. BUT MAKE A MISTAKE & TREAT HER BADLY, & SHE WILL BE SNATCHED FROM RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSE, NEVER TO RETURN AGAIN**