Partners with scars are better lovers
Sep 15, 2006
I HAD a dream – oh yes, I also sleep. We were touring Rwakitura with a Chinese who was introduced to us as a progressive land-use adviser. <br>
HILARY BAINEMIGISHA
DR LOVE
I HAD a dream – oh yes, I also sleep. We were touring Rwakitura with a Chinese who was introduced to us as a progressive land-use adviser.
He saw the expansive ranch lands, shook his head and said; “I am afraid this is land wastage! Lock these cows up and feed them from one place, then give the land to investors to build CHOGM hotels!â€
The main man turned blue, banged the table so hard that by the time I woke up, he was still not able to make a fist. I have never seen him angrier. I then remembered myself. I used to enjoy girls clashing over me in my adolescent years. I would deliberately leak infomation to rivals to bicker and scratch themselves over me and, thereafter, enjoy the wonder and envy it would leave amongst my colleagues.
Then one day, my friends hurried me from class, one night prep, to show me something. Under the cover of darkness, we tiptoed to the teachers’ quarters and peeped through a curtain gap in one of the bedroom windows. There, before my very eyes, was my girlfriend letting SCOULS take over her Mabira forest.
I did not sleep for days. I had an ache — a deep ache from the core of the body and my heart pained. I wished all teachers were sold to slave traders! I even felt it was not worth getting out of bed in the morning and if I had my way, I would have closed the school to make that teacher unemployed.
I had to apologise to my roommate for having called him childish for contemplating suicide over some woman once upon a time! In many legends and fictional tales, characters die after suffering devastating heart loss. In real life, this is usually observed in elderly couples that have been together longer than Museveni and Kategaya have. They get psychological pain, reduced immunity leading to physical disease and the urge to bribe the ex with a ministry in charge of East Africa.
Time eventually heals — I have even failed to remember the girl’s name after trying to, since yesterday. This experience made me a better lover. I repented my past insensitivity and resolved never to be a Bassajjabalaba in property investment. Which is why I want to advise my patients that if a person has never suffered any heartbreak, think twice before giving them a district.
Infact try as much as possible to have nothing to do with virgin lands — hand them over to foreign investors. You stand a worse risk entrusting your heart to lovers, whose hearts have no scars. They always think a heartbreak is as foreign as bird flu in Juba is.
They may take it as fun to smuggle in some wine, deny it in the press and live happily ever after. But the one who has ever bled internally, been left emotionally weaker and prone to depression, ached and hurt, taking months or so to heal, will think twice before allocating your Shimoni to foreign investors. Because he/she knows how it feels to refer to you as the late UTV offices. People who have been stolen from, know how friendly a thief can be. A woman who has stolen a man from a friend will be most aggressive in dealing with friends who flirt with her man.
DR LOVE
I HAD a dream – oh yes, I also sleep. We were touring Rwakitura with a Chinese who was introduced to us as a progressive land-use adviser.
He saw the expansive ranch lands, shook his head and said; “I am afraid this is land wastage! Lock these cows up and feed them from one place, then give the land to investors to build CHOGM hotels!â€
The main man turned blue, banged the table so hard that by the time I woke up, he was still not able to make a fist. I have never seen him angrier. I then remembered myself. I used to enjoy girls clashing over me in my adolescent years. I would deliberately leak infomation to rivals to bicker and scratch themselves over me and, thereafter, enjoy the wonder and envy it would leave amongst my colleagues.
Then one day, my friends hurried me from class, one night prep, to show me something. Under the cover of darkness, we tiptoed to the teachers’ quarters and peeped through a curtain gap in one of the bedroom windows. There, before my very eyes, was my girlfriend letting SCOULS take over her Mabira forest.
I did not sleep for days. I had an ache — a deep ache from the core of the body and my heart pained. I wished all teachers were sold to slave traders! I even felt it was not worth getting out of bed in the morning and if I had my way, I would have closed the school to make that teacher unemployed.
I had to apologise to my roommate for having called him childish for contemplating suicide over some woman once upon a time! In many legends and fictional tales, characters die after suffering devastating heart loss. In real life, this is usually observed in elderly couples that have been together longer than Museveni and Kategaya have. They get psychological pain, reduced immunity leading to physical disease and the urge to bribe the ex with a ministry in charge of East Africa.
Time eventually heals — I have even failed to remember the girl’s name after trying to, since yesterday. This experience made me a better lover. I repented my past insensitivity and resolved never to be a Bassajjabalaba in property investment. Which is why I want to advise my patients that if a person has never suffered any heartbreak, think twice before giving them a district.
Infact try as much as possible to have nothing to do with virgin lands — hand them over to foreign investors. You stand a worse risk entrusting your heart to lovers, whose hearts have no scars. They always think a heartbreak is as foreign as bird flu in Juba is.
They may take it as fun to smuggle in some wine, deny it in the press and live happily ever after. But the one who has ever bled internally, been left emotionally weaker and prone to depression, ached and hurt, taking months or so to heal, will think twice before allocating your Shimoni to foreign investors. Because he/she knows how it feels to refer to you as the late UTV offices. People who have been stolen from, know how friendly a thief can be. A woman who has stolen a man from a friend will be most aggressive in dealing with friends who flirt with her man.