Sunday, August 2, 2009

My passion to get things done always drives me like automatons , but passion alone wasn't helping in getting this post started. I finally had to burst my bubble, I'm not a writer but what a heck? I don't have to be a professional writer to tell a story, do I?
It was a very hot Thursday evening as I rushed out of the lecture room after a long boring class of Ethnomusicology, all I wished for was a very rich man friend with a car to be waiting outside my class to chauffeur me home, or better yet to a beach somewhere with the cool breeze. Well, I already had a boyfriend and the old school me was not about to hook myself another. I jumped on the next "boda boda" (a motorcycle for hire) to my boyfriend's house. As most of the men in this part of the world, he was waiting for me to fix dinner for his several visitors from Europe. At this point of my life I did not only suck at writing but also at cooking, but heh, I could die for this guy so I always gave my best to anything for him. I'm a natural multi tasker, at least that's what I thought, so I peeled the plantain put it to boil, set another pan of stew on the stove and since we had only two burners, I put the pan with rice on the charcoal stove and run to the dinning room and set the table. You know , with the glasses on the right side and silver to the left like I'd always seen in the fancy restaurants. I went back to the kitchen, started dishing out the stew and my boyfriend stormed in and started complaining of how I'd put the forks on the wrong side , I apologised, of coarse with a grin , I was already bursting myself. I opened the pan of rice and hmm, it was so soggy , you would think it was porridge. I threw it in the trash can and run to the restaurant across the street and bought cooked rice, what I should have done from the start. I took it straight to the table. I took the water jar next and had the platter of plantain in my hands when my dear boyfriend forcefully spat on the floor. My hands let go and the plantain was on the floor. All I had left to serve was the bought rice and the water. The stew had too much salt and this time not my fault because I don't eat meat so I couldn't test the stew. What an excuse? Well , he dumped me one year later. I don't know why he did though. If it was the cooking, he missed my awesome cooking that has improved over the years.


  1. That was disasterous,Hopefully your cooking has improved.

  2. What did you serve your visitors? As for the BF I'm sorry for his loss.

  3. trust me, he didnt miss only the cooking u've learnt...He missed one of the most hard working,caring and pretty woman....not forgetting God fearing person......meanwhile am sure he's still single cos he's not worth it.

  4. hmm kristy, did u say boda? i guess this was UG in E.Africa!!!well, what were the visitors' reactions?
    also, this BF needed to exercise some patience; nobody is perfect.

  5. My cooking is now original. lol.
    Pete, I don't remember what I served the visitors but I'm sure it was not the porrigde -like rice.

  6. OK, Now I never knew too that you cant cook. Then, if I married you, I would idealize keeping you in 3 places-in the living room, bedroom and out with friends and family-not the kitchen!!!

  7. tihihi! at least you reassured us that Claire can cook! :D

  8. There comes a point in life when you realise; Who matters, who never did, who wont anymore and who always will. So dont worry about people in your past. There is a reason why they never made it to your future.

    that aside, i need a date with you in your house to taste your home made rice... Some lately has been asking me about you ... may be.......Mona Rullonga

  9. hey Tina i cant help,but laugh,,,laugh,,,,laugh till i can laugh no more...!!!!!!i bet you no why!!!!your writing is great!keep it up!!

  10. I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
    You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
    May you never take one single breath for granted,
    GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
    I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
    Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens,
    Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
    And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

    I hope you dance....I hope you dance.

    I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
    Never settle for the path of least resistance
    Livin' might mean takin' chances, but they're worth takin',
    Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin',
    Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
    When you come close to sellin' out reconsider,
    Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
    And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
    Paul Muwanguzi

  11. I guess we go through stuff in life to help us appreciate whats to come..that dude doesnt know what he lost!! And i know for sure that he is still single..guess he has not gotten someone to cook to his expectations!! Emma