Why Going To The Bar With Your Girlfriend Is A Bad Idea

Going out with ‘the boys’ to drink is a custom engraved in the hearts of most men. Ugandan men can afford to miss major meals in a week, in the name of saving for drinks for Friday night kibaala. This is utterly okay because well, who doesn’t wanna have fun? But I’m here to warn you that it’s a bad idea to go to the bar with your girlfriend. Please don’t mind the tone I’m going to use in this blog so much; these things happened to me and/or some friends, so I learnt the hard way:

Your girlfriend will kill the fun

However wild your girlfriend might be, she will always want to be the only thing on your mind whenever there are immense distractions. Behind the good music, adrenaline-shooting drinks and attractive-as-hell girls, bae will want to be your only point of focus. But then again, the kibaala is a place to lose yourself; flirt, grind, steal kisses and even fondle random girls(of course this depends on your level of fidelity), just to please your heights and nothing more. I can reliably assure you that no serious girlfriend will let you do any of this.

You won’t get any time to chill with the guys.

See, your homeboys will be there for you always. After a week of many boring work hours, or lectures and tests for those at campus, they expect you to sit, drink, joke and reminisce on sweet memories with them. Bae won’t understand why the boys left you and her at the bar, just after two drinks, giving uncorroborated excuses. The truth is they detest the fact that she cannot let them chill with you for a while.

Youths In A Club

Your girl will be stolen.

Don’t get me wrong. I am not trying to say that your girl is cheap or anything. But face facts! We are all human and crave greener pastures. Now don’t let your girl convince you that she will say no to Sudhir’s son when he comes hitting on her — she will most definitely fly like a G6😂😂😂

Yes this will happen irrespective of you going with her or not but come on, seeing another dude – a cool dude, come after your chic is intimidating. You rather hear but not see it.

By the way, someone on Twitter had something to say about this,

The Englishman said, “A word to a wise… ” I hope my advice made sense. Till then, good people.

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Iguana Bar Kampala: A tale of Racial Discrimination.

Futures Past

There have been very many complaints about the way people are treated in certain bars, restaurants and places of service in and around Kampala. Some friends have been thrown out of such setups for reasons less deserving of that course of action. Others have been discriminated against either because they didn’t look the part of someone who can afford the place or they were simply black.

In Kampala, It has become increasingly hard to find a bar where one can feel comfortable and appreciate the service and personnel of that bar. You feel so comfortable that you create a relationship with the waiters and waitresses. They know you by first name, they know how you like your drink, you have their contact numbers and you call to book happy hour, they will serve you with a smile regardless of whether the tab will be cleared or not, and they can…

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Extreme Adventure: Conquering the Ropes and Living the Ninja Warrior Experience

Oworugambo on the Move

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“I am never bungee jumping again or attempting any activity that will scare the hell out of me like that,” I swore to myself in December 2016 when I had gone to Jinja for a excursion.

But the buzz about the about ropes courses, ziplining and the variety of games at Extreme Adventure Park in Busika couldn’t allow me honour what I swore to self. Mans needed to get a feel.

The park, located in Busika, Luweero District is about one hour’s drive away from the capital Kampala and on a weekend (when traffic is not heavy) time taken on the road could be less.

It is located a few meters off Gayaza road, in the Motorsport Arena of Uganda within Busika village, about 40 kilometers from Kampala capital city.

“Don’t hold back; have as much fun as you possibly can,” said one of park’s administrators as she flagged us…

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What’s Cooking? A not-so-gentle reminder to African women on absconding from their duty

The issues raised notwithstanding, it is such a good read.

AfricanFeminism (AF)

I am sorry you’re behind the times. Can I bring you up to speed? Cooking is never a woman’s job. We train them to cook much as we train men like you to be misogynist, patriarchal, and sexist.”- @Bahiirwa. A twitter user had this response to tweet from one Ugandan man who thought of putting out a piece of advice to women on cooking and being modern.

Mathias Ssemanda, a self described blogger asked women to stop “abandoning” their duty of cooking.

Sexism on Ugandan twitter is common but so are the increasing number of young women’s voices and men who are ready to challenge the notion of gender roles like they were scribbled…

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Why We Sing

​We sing:

WeeehWeeeh

 

because we are

encouraging fellowship,

EhMaaakerereOoye

because it’s the most prestigious

institution in our area of citizenship,

EhWinningOoye

 

because victory motivates us to

traverse as gallants,

EhStudyingOoye

because we seek

to be knowledgeable as elites,

EhCowardiceZeee

because we demand answers from

untouchable, fat-bellied policymakers.
We won’t sit

with lips locked in our mouths,

as extortionist lecturers

rape students;

undermining the decree.

We won’t sit

in lecture rooms last renovated

before Obote

attained his Bachelor’s degree.
We shall sing

as long as staff,

don’t want to provide services

our weak financial muscles pay for.

We shall sing

as long as finalists,

wait for centuries

to receive the marks they worked for.
We sing

because the same people that you respect,

invented these songs.

We sing

because we don’t understand,

why our peaceful demonstrations

are handled by people

meant to arrest big-headed generals.
So Afande,

as you stick that teargas canister

into my mouth,

Let my tears remind you,

of the sinister minister

who disgraced your worth.

As you shoot my chest

countless times,

Let this blood

gushing through my red gown remind you,

That the person that sent you

was once dressed in such a gown,

demanding these ludicrous policies to shut down!