Reaching out across the Source of the Nile

It has taken a while before I could 'pick up my pen' and write a response to the allegations in form of an introduction by my dear friend from across the source of the Nile. Maybe part of the reason was to dispute some of her claims about my feisty attitude locked up in my spritely demeanour by a delayed response to her accusations that I can take on an army of 300 with a tongue lashing (ok I exaggerate however that is how damning her words were).

The girl from the country known as the Pearl of Africa colourfully named Olivia Joy, whose initials are O.J can also be used as an acronym for orange juice and the ironically shared with he of 'if the glove doesn't fit' fame Orenthal James Simpson convinced me that the two of us should share our lives in the world wide web through a blog. Let me pay due diligence and introduce OJ as she introduced me, she is a Ugandan as you may have figured is a not so sane, funny yet soft and gentle natured lady unless and until you mention the words Idi Amin at which point the adjectives tend to swerve from the positive axis to downright violent. As you may have noticed she is good with the pen and needless to say journalism is her forte. It is strange however, that in Bradford she is always the last to know things, i could give her the benefit of the doubt that she likes to verify her facts but truly its the hibernation that has thrown her journalistic senses off course. Let me explain, we got to snowy and rarely sunny Bradford in September 2009. This has been a total of eight months amounting to 240 days which equal to approximately 5,760 hours. Of these hours our lives are broken down performing the following rituals; studying, attending lectures and seminars, writing essays, socializing, eating and finally sleeping. For OJ the past 240 days she has spent about 4,362 hours in hibernation not mention the twenty minutes she took to write that first post.

Well, we both had to fight the devil of procrastination and laziness and set this up. Clearly my fight took longer seeing that I respond after all this long. As she mentioned, that we seek unity in the face of pending conflict between our two countries over a one acre slum in the middle of the Source of the Nile. We decided that this would break our silence and bring us back to the table literally. I had refused to feed her every Tuesday as had been the case prior to her president calling my kinfolk (who happen to include POTUS) mad jaruo's. Yes unfortunately the battle for Migingo found a stage in a little city in the United Kingdom known as Bradford. OJ after considering the damage to her dietary requirements decided that she should host a conciliatory lunch where all in attendance would wear East African attire in order to make a case for conciliation (read Tuesday dinner).

I must admit OJ deserves to be given a number of plus vehicles and a title as Minister for Migingo relations as she managed to singlehandedly mend fences or should I say find a way to my heart through my stomach by laying out a feast fit for Kings or in this case me. In order to make this official, she invited delegates otherwise refereed to as hungry students who love a free lunch stemming from different parts of the globe. Needless to say this commitment to her Tuesday dinner was admirable and I speaking on behalf of the 'Mad Jaruos' and Kenya decided that I will reinstate her dinner privileges much to the dismay of her doctor who claims that she is overweight on condition that a visitors book similar to the one in Migingo Island is signed upon her entry and exit at my place of abode. The book is blue in colour and has two columns marked OJ in and OJ out.

An update of the island dispute, I hear that the President of Kenya, Kibaki himself made a public declaration, despite my numerous petitions titled 'Wakenya tungoe reli' – lets uproot the railway to Uganda as a form of economic sanctions to his office, has decided that we must pursue diplomatic means to resolve this dispute. I will not retreat nor surrender, my petitions continue to inundate the statehouse inbox.

Signed .... the Kenyan