Friday Script

God gave each one of us a talent that some have failed to utilize, but instead you keep misusing your life in the names of having talent. We know you can one day force and perfect a skill to look like a talent but don’t lie us that you’re talented especially these frogs behind our hill who smoke weed and burn the hill every evening in the names of been rasta chicken, rasta goat, rasta money, rasta pig and even rasta house  etc etc – just be careful, the names are their specialties of life. Watch out for your chickens, pigs, goat’s money and keep your doors properly locked. In my neighborhood for the past 30 years, boys now men have been learning how to sing. Every evening the climb the hill for rehearsals, they carry a pot of fire after 30 minutes you will really see the whole hill on fire. As been children those days, I didn’t know that a hill can burn until these boy-men started their music career behind our house. One day I saw the smoke coming from the hill, I ran to the mark...

Mungu alu, COVID-19 dii is real, your experience might not be my experience but the truth remains, it's Real. We are facing a horrible disease declared by WHO as a pandemic. Anyway, we didn't care what the pandemic is all about, until it hit us hard, all we know was our life must continues normally. Many countries implemented lockdowns and curfews to curb the spread of the virus and so was Uganda - Wealthy lockdown - yes if you know. After two days of not testing my sweet drinks and delicious meals, I had to establish connections with bar attendants of my favorite joints, we had our way of knocking the gate to allow us in.  Drinking Uganda Waragi is a dream come true, it's like this surprise visit at your ghetto by this angelic girl you had crush on for the past 18 years since you were born, you even saw her when you were still in the womb. It's as sweet as the free food you eat at your ex crush's girlfriend wedding - the girl who ended up marrying an ugly broke boy...

Friday Script Am baaaaaaack, right here on Friday Script, it another pain another dilemma, not the Nelly ft Kelly Dilemma which was only acted during the video shot. Oyeeeeee I can see you readers are growing, you motivate me to keep you guys posted but please, leave a comment below. Forget what I said, we are in a world entangled with pain, no one is successful in this world, it's just a reflection of our sorrows, unhappiness and pain in a kinda of Utopia world. Do you know, the rich still work and feel the pressure from the daily growing innovations and innovators coming up daily to stay a top I felt the victory when a friend, a so called motivational speaker who had energized me to be anything I want introduced me to his "So called rich friends from USA, India, Nigeria and Mexico" you might not feel the excitement the way I felt but imagine the connection, the network, the meeting, the drinks we shared, my imaginations where beyond Arua or Africa. All I was thinking ...

We all know great writers or bloggers, the likes of Sagara, Wole, Ngungi and this guy of the graceful giraffe by the way even Stella Nyanzi etc. After reading the previous script, do you realize that am not a good writer, or anything near there. Sometimes in life our state of life is undermined and devalued by people who claim to be successful, dress as rich men and women, eat in classic hotels and associate themselves with rich men and women. The reality behind them is debts and credits and lots of suicided notes by the way a rock is a soft object compared to getting just 50/= from them. Back to these beautiful girls in Masindi; She finally came out for me and guess what? She was so beautiful and yet wasted in a Manager for a  JABA NETWORK . She said "Good Morning Sir? Are you Mr. Script?" I responded "Yes madam" , in a soft voice that I almost forgot their wasted my time and resources. She was like "May I take you to them rest of the team, who are already fo...

After writing about the Sagara! Reborn , I thought I could have made writing my hubby. Man this shoe is hard to fit. I enjoy reading people's crispy posts which tickles like a thunderstorm, I wonder how they make money from writing. When am sweating hard thinking of what to write, someone somewhere is thinking smart like a smart phone. One day they gave me a terrible experience just as I thought my hustles with Job hunting are over, in my desperacy to get a job after campus and have my own life the way I want. The unbelievable happened, a beautiful well dressed smart lady appeared, this was like a heavenly sent opportunity. She came walking straight to me, as I sip my ice cold coca cola at Sab Restaurant. I know you all remember Sab Restaurant, that spot in Kampala where all wedding meetings take place. It's hard to understand some of the meetings but you could join any and have a free drink at the end. My heart was all unsettled until this lady said "Hi" walai ...