Boot Camp

Moving to Johannesburg has been interesting. New sites and new  sounds. New weaves (people, there is actually a LARGE variety) and new  faces.

Arriving here was an  interesting challenge. I am generally a socialite, except in unfamiliar  ground. I kind of shrink back because I don’t know how people may  respond to my random comments, or if they will even like me. For some  reason, it’s difficult to be myself completely.

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Personal Hygiene

I’m a private guy.  I don’t like being vulnerable  in public, and I don’t like doing things that I would normally be doing  in private, in a public area. I think that just opens you up to a whole  lot of public attention and public scrutiny. Why do I think this?  Because this is what I do in public places. Especially in one of the  public places that I avoid the most, where people are forced to do  things they should only do in private: THE PUBLIC TOILET!

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The Man

I enjoy music. I enjoy music a whole lot. Music has the ability to completely change my mood and alter my thoughts.

Growing  up, I used to listen to the good stuff, you know, Nat King Cole, Frank  Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, you know, the sounds of the  sounds of the upper class who have enough taste and class to enjoy this  kind of sound…

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Greener Grass

When my family moved to South Africa in 1989, we got a cream Toyota  Corolla. It was hot. So so so hot. I remember when I first got the  “privilege” of washing the car. I say privilege carefully because as  young kids we were always looking to take up responsibility. Once it  becomes a chore, we become so over it. Anyway, after washing it, each  and every time I would stop and say WOW. This car is amazing… Shining  like new. Reaching supersonic speeds of 180 km/h. Cassette player. AM/FM  Radio. Wow, absolutely amazing. It doesn’t get better than that. (Yes  ladies and gentlemen, I made it through the stone age).

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Weight Training

So I go to gym. I’ve been going to gym since high school. That’s why I am so hot, built and sexy.

Actually,  thats a lie I tell everyone I meet for the first time. If you see me,  you’ll know I’m not really built (hot and sexy still apply though). At  the beginning of every “season” in my life, I look around me, and it  seems like everyone is getting bigger. Problem is, I’m not getting  bigger. One of the biggest lies that guys say all the time is that they  go to gym to stay healthy. If you really wanted to stay healthy, you  wouldn’t do half the things you do. The real reason guys go to gym is  that everyone is getting bigger, and a situation might arise that there  might cause a confrontation with these bigger guys. If you’re the  smaller guy, you are going to be re-engineered. You will be beaten. 3  year old kids will laugh at you. Your dog will leave you because it’s  too embarassed to be walked by you on the road. When all the other dogs  are barking, they’re not really barking. They too are laughing.

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Will the real Patty please stand up

I was raised by two loving but strict Ugandan parents. One of the  things one needs to realise about Ugandan parents is that they put the fear of God in you. When you decide not to mess up, it’s not because you  have a true perception of wrong and right, but its because if you do something stupid, the fear of a torturous death far outweighed the momentary pleasure of whatever I was about to do, whether it be stealing sugar (which I  never actually wanted to do, but I hear it’s what most kids do – can’t  seem to understand why) or sneaking out of school for a period of time  (which I actually did in grade 2, and received the hiding of my life,  and the next life, and the 9 after that).

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Ceteris Paribus

Back to my first year of university, in economics, we had the option  of choosing from a number of lecturers. My first choice was a  30-something lady who seemed to be living life hard. She seemed to be an  older version of a university student. As the lecture started, she  would update us on her previous night at Tiger Tiger, and ask us what we  did for fun, to which most people lied (sitting in your room with a  group of nerdy-who-are-trying-to-be-cool guys rating other girls isn’t  the most exciting of stories for what you did on a Thursday night).

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Outsourcing life

In my first year of University, in the first semester, I was lectured  economics by this German guy. Honestly, to this day, he’s been one of  my best lecturer. He was a middle aged man, who had lame jokes, but  because of our respect for him (and most of us just came from high  school therefore sucking up seemed like an option), we laughed at his  jokes.

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Changing The World

I have always been a person who wants to be a part of God’s shaping  of the continent of Africa.  Every part of me has wanted to play a role  in this.  The nations of Africa have been part of my desire.  In thinking of the career I would like to have, I always wanted something  with a largely African focus, because I have always seen myself as going  into Africa and changing it for God.

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On cultural identity, coconuts and other precepts…

Africa is and has always been a diverse continent boasting various  groups exhibiting different mannerisms, arts, music and languages.  Before colonialists came and divided the continent into territories  representative of their “parent nations”, definition of individuals came  from your family, clan or tribe. For example, I could be defined as  Patrick Kuteesa Kayongo, from the Kkobe clan of the Buganda tribe (this  clan wasn’t one of the original clans of the Buganda kingdom, but came  as one of the tribes when Kabaka Kintu Kato invaded the Buganda Kingdom,  and can be likened to Shaka Zulu, who unified a group of different  clans into a nation). Different families, clans, tribes and kingdoms  within the continent constantly adopted each others’ practices and  skills allowing the advancement of each group through interaction

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