I came across this video on my timeline on twitter and it made me laugh out loud; never mind I was in the library. It was all the more funny because it actually happened to me once when I was receiving an international call from my best friend. Hope it makes you laugh too. Peace!!!
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
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I've been meaning to do this post for a while now, ever since I changed my online moniker to princelySid. This post is mostly for my French fan and friend, Sgyreju, because she asked.
I had gone for dinner with my church group; it was somewhere we could all socialise that was a little free and we could all dress up for the evening. I sat at a table with 5 other people: 4 were friends of mine but one I didn't know so I felt it would be good to get to know a little about her, you can never know too many people or have enough friends.
We talked about ourselves a bit, where we went to school and stuff and then she mentioned that she was Ugandan. She then told me that she has several names that one of them actually means "daughter of princess". She said technically she was a member of the Ugandan royal family.
I immediately took the conversation in that direction by telling her that I'm part Ugandan (quarter) from my mum's side. I then launched in to a story about how I was given another name when I went to stay there with my mum while I was a child. The name was my great-grandfather's, Mukasa Kalanzi Yusuf. I went on to tell her how he was a chief and related to the royal family, the Kabakas, and how I was like six thousandth in line to the throne or something.
Side note: I've always been extremely proud of my Ugandan family for this reason.
When she heard the name she interrupted me and said she thinks from the name that he was actually a prince! In fact he was probably one of the Kabaka's brothers. I was stunned. I mean, I knew he was a big deal, my mother had been telling me stories of him, his palace and what it was like living there for years but I didn't know he was a prince!
I immediately called over my mum, who had organised the dinner, and asked her if she knew that her grandfather was a prince and she said "I don't know Sidney, probably, he was related to the Kabaka after all. I've forgetten those things… Yeah I think my mum was a princess" Nkt!! Trust her to just 'forget' something that interesting.
I continued to talk to my new friend about her culture, one that I had read but never really experienced. She told me that all members of the royal family were taken at a certain age to a sort of camp where for two months or so they learnt about their history and heritage, how they were expected to behave and their duties as members of the royal family. I thought that was one of the coolest things I ever heard and told her so. I also said I'd have loved to attend something like that (always loved history), she said that she had found it mostly a drag but I think she was also quite amused and happy to have met someone so interested in her and her culture.
We didn't get to talk too much because her attention was being pulled by other people and I was also helping my mum by hosting the event.
On the way home the fact that I was related to a prince kept ringing in my head. I've never really liked the name I was using, cdooh, because it had one too many 'o's; I wasn't very satisfied with it. I thought since I was related to princes, princesses and by extension kings my new moniker should show this. I felt princeSid was just too arrogant and not true but princelySid hinted at any one who thought about it more than 4 seconds about my heritage.
The ever kooky Patrick
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Sgyreju was right when she said it was a lot to live up to. It's either that or I go Patrick's(Spongebob's best friend) way "Because I have a relative that has accomplished so much I never feel the pressure to accomplish anything too extraordinary because they already did" :D
My mum's side has another interesting connection; her father is the descendant of the tribe's rain makers. I should find out more about that too. My dad's side has no remarkable heritage or history, at least none I've heard of anyway. I should ask him about it.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
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Spoken HeArt is a creative and performing arts club in Maseno University that was started in 2010 by a spoken word artist called Pink Poet and a few other artists, rappers, singers and the like. Pink wanted a place where artists from around our university could come together and perform. That way you'd be able to improve your art and gain confidence from the comments and critiques of other artists.
The sessions are usually on Thursday and scheduled to begin at 19:30 and are supposed to end at 21:30, but I can tell you after 3 years of attending these meetings, not once has one ended before 10pm. There's a list that goes round and if you feel like performing you can just write your name down, together with what you do and you'll be called up to perform at some point.
I joined Spoken HeArt about 3 years ago. I saw a poster on one of the notice boards in school and since it talked about poetry and art I thought I'd go and check it out. Until then, I had only attend one spoken word event, Wamathai's, and it was a lot of fun.
What I found there was a collection of incredibly talented people. The types of people that inspire you to greatness, bring you to tears, stir your emotion or simply make you gasp in surprise. Now, I'm not saying that everyone was world class, but it provided you with a space to grow, to improve.
For almost 2 years, I attended the meetings as an audience member; watched maybe hundreds of performances. One particular Thursday we had maybe 12 people in attendance and Pink felt that since we don't have so many people in attendance everyone should perform, which was cool considering the other 11 people were artists everyone except me.
I didn't really know what I was going to do. I didn't have any performing art skill, but then I thought of something I had been thinking of for some time. I always thought that I was a great story teller it was why I had a blog and why I have mad game.
When my turn came up I did a piece that inspired the post on the dudes my sister should stay away from. It was a heady moment when I realised that people liked my story. That I could make a large group of people of laugh and relate to my stories.
I've done tens of stories since that first one. I think I've improved massively since then. But for me the best thing about Spoken HeArt isn't that I get to perform in front of people or that I can put my pieces to a new audience; it's that real artists respect me, the "fake" artist, as creative and artistic. Even more than this is something that happened last week, a poet called Iyad, performed my post on Kenya Power in front of the entire club. It was a big moment for me.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Hey guys!! Since I don't have a phone that can tweet, I'm stuck using my computer to keep up with stuff online. So instead of sharing to twitter, I'll share here:) Found this today while in class and burst out laughing because it's actually happened. Hope it brightens your day. Peace!!!
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