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| We Go, We Go? |
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Written by Simon Kaheru
Tuesday, 07 June 2011 07:39 |
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 You should have been on the pitch that day (I don't mean in the stadium, I mean on the pitch itself) as we thrashed the Guineans.
(Meanwhile, in other news, this tendency we have of saying 'we' as supporters when all the hard work is done by the people on the pitch, needs to stop!)
By a stroke of luck involving various incompetent people, I found myself as close as one can get to the action without being a player, and made myself happy snapping away at all the action from as close by as ten metres.
So close that I was actually showered with droplets of water meant for His Excellency the Vice President and the Right Honourable Prime Minister as they made their way to their seats after inspecting the teams pre-the match.
The energy of those tens of thousands of eager Cranes supporters was enough to get you high. The sounds of the vuvuzelas, whistles, drums and horns was deafening for the ordinary person, let alone eleven or twelves solitary Guinea Bissau players.
I saw the power of numbers up close and functional and appreciated how massive the collective can be when utilised in one direction.
We see it every day in our own business - which relies on every single SMS message and request that comes in or goes out, but counts on the sum total of them all at the end of the month.
I guess the key thing is to focus on the forest rather than the trees. Each character with his lips glued to a vuvuzela, whistle or whatnot was doing it on their own with the self in mind...but put together, just ask Guinea-Bissau! |
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| Venting My Day-to-Day Frustrations |
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Written by Simon Kaheru
Wednesday, 01 June 2011 07:01 |
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It would appear that any task that is turned into work immediately becomes tedious and hard to carry out - like writing a blog on a schedule for purposes of work.
That's why I've changed my mind about this blog and will henceforth use it to simply vent rather than try and be serious about anything. My only problem is that my identity is going to be revealed for all and sundry to see, which means I can't use expletives and other colourful ejaculations, though I will occasionally tread the line close to naughty.
Plus, the rules will not hold me to ensuring I fill out a block of 500 words, so to hell with anyone who wants more than what I've got to give. Like for today, I am done. I'm out. (This 'I'm out' is my new, favourite exclamation - ask people I Skype with on a regular. And when I say I'm out on Skype, I'm quite serious about it.)
Which reminds me - one former employee of ours bought me lunch the other day at Luwombo - our favourite 'call-and-deliver' restaurant in Kamwokya, and he told me he had taken the Skype culture to his new workplace. I was surprised because this guy works at a leading media house here in Kampala - for them not to have discovered the power of Skype was a sign of their clear lack of seriousness about technology and how it makes life easy.
We started using Skype in the office after we'd expanded to cover two buildings and realised that we couldn't go on shouting across at each other, and the Techies charged with solving this problem managed to come up with a US$10,000 solution. It took us three minutes to go with Skype, and the implementation was made easier by advising all staff that anyone not logged in at any time of the day would be considered to be absent from duty without official leave.
That was 2009, and now complacency has set in. Sorry - that should read 'complacency had set in' I'm out to go and check people's Skype statii (or should that be statuses?) Now, I'm out for real. |
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| Conserve, Conserve, Conserve |
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Written by Simon Kaheru
Thursday, 20 May 2010 08:09 |
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| I still can't help myself walking round the office switching lights off every so often. It's not just about the Umeme campaign or the current Climate Change rage - mine's a habit formed way back when...
...in the 1980s, during the Obote II regime, I was a kid living in hard times. There was so little of everything that in our household we perfected the science of frugality.
Lights? Off as soon as the sun began to rise. Soap? Used till it turned liquid. Sugar? Not a necessity. Chocolate? Eh? Water? Equalled rain. There was absolutely no nonsense. And this stayed with me right through boarding school, when I'd start and end the term with the same amount of pocket money my friends used up on the first day.
So today, I irritate chaps in the office by stomping about opening blinds and flicking switches off. They don't understand my suspicion that a phone charger plugged into a socket could possibly be sucking up energy and should therefore be discouraged.
Life's short enough without our help, guys. Conserve, conserve, conserve.
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| One Love! |
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Written by Simon Kaheru
Tuesday, 11 May 2010 08:45 |
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The Sun Is Shining, Weather Is Sweet!
Don't Worry, 'Bout A Thang,
Cos Every Little Thing's Gonna Be Alright.
Rise Up This Morning, Smiling With The Rising Sun,
Three Little Birds, Beside My Doorstep,
Singing Sweet Song, A Melody Pure and True,
Saying, This Is My Message To You:
Don't Worry, 'Bout A Thing,
Cos Every Little Thing,
Is Gonna Be Alright!
Yep - today is Bob Marley Day!
Long Live!
One Love!
My driver didn't show up, the car scraped a wall on the way to the kids' school, and I stepped out at the office right into a puddle of muddy water.
But The Sun Is Shining, and the Weather Is Sweet, so today, Every Little Thing Is Going To Be Alright.
Just as the Prophet said.
Jah Bless.
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