Oh! I am Growing and Growing and Growing

By this time next week, I will be six months of age (Thursday Jan 22), Whoa! Life has been good to me thus far. I have enjoyed my life and my loved ones. I have been so well taken care of, and I am for-ever grateful to my mother. She's a super mom. Everyone says it, friends, family, loved ones. So, here are a few developments in my life

I started going to day care last week consistently. Previously, my mom will drop me off for a few hours then come pick me up. Now, I am going every morning at 6:30a and come back after 6p. This means I no longer hang out with my maama every hour because she has to go off and look for work. You see, we need to have plenty of savings in the bank, and my mother is doing everything she can to get back her financial security. We have been able to survive on her savings and friends helping hands. We've been so blessed to have people that love us. Maama says her friend was right to say, "children bring blessings." I have seen then myself; Santa was very kind, lots of friends and family. My sitter at the day care says I am a wonderful baby. You know, I got used so quickly. The first day, I did not cry. I guess I was not yet sure what was happening. My maama sobbed...She sobbed from the night before to that day, and even failed to talk when the taxi driver asked her where we were going. He gave her tissue to wipe her eyes. Very kind man. He took my maama to the bus stop and stayed by her while she waited on the bus. Then came the second morning and I cried so hard; in fact I cried the whole day. My mother was still crying as well and she would call the baby sitter to ask about me. Oh! it was hard. since then however, life has changed. Now I am happy and I enjoy my baby sitter. I also play with them very much, and they like me so. And then, my maama cries, because I so independent and don't cry for her no more. oh! my lovely maama!

Then, there is Obama --Barack Hussein Obama--to be inaugurated next week as the 44th President of the United States, and the first Black President of this ol' country know for its racial problems. This is a big big event because until now, it has been close to impossible. For a black president? Life is good. I am so happy to be born in the year 2007, the year of Barack Obama, the year of The Redeem Team (with LeBrone James, Kobe Bryant, Dwayne Wade, Jason Kidd), the year of Usain Bolt, the year of Michael Phellps. Generally, it is the year many records were broken including the credit crunch, mortgage disaster and global financial crisis, The Bush Shoe (formerly Ducati Model 271), Mbeki forced to resign by hungry and disgruntled ANC, ANC breaks up, Lansana Conte dies. So, it's been a year and so far, I have been very happy to share it.

My jjaja in Uganda finally got to see my pictures and my face..oh! She was so overjoyed!! you know, she'd never seen me since I were born, 5 or close to 6 months ago. All my nieces and nephews, aunties and uncles got a card with me and maama for Xmas. They were so overjoyed. They could not keep talking about it. Maama took a pic of my poop, after a whole day of constipation and sent it as well to Jjaja...she could not believe it. But you know, that's my maama...she's crazy.

I have also been spending time with my great grand ma and she's been teaching me new tricks. Last weekend, she taught me how to reach out and grab my bib. She's so sweet. She said she wants to have more like me. Well, my maama says, she's still enjoying me and wants me to enjoy my baby life for a long while. Did I tell you am a potential model? Well, last weekend my parents took me to a model and talent scout agency and I got a nod onto the second stage. You know, I am a cute baby and ready to roll. Life is good. This weekend, my parents have to return and talk to the agency. We'll see how that goes -but I know my mother wants me to model so badly. That was, I can raise money for school and upkeep.

anyway, I must go to rest now. Oh! I have to read. You know, my father bought me this, Your Baby Can Read package and maama and I have already started on it and hope by one year, I will be able to say some words. I need to stop here. I know there's a lot going on in the world now including Israeli continued shelling of Palestians..but I want to be a happy boy...that's too hard for me as a baby..I can't even imagine what the palestians babies are going through now..while I am safely tucked here in the country that supplies the military power and diplomatic backing to Israel as it happily conducts its war crimes and crimes against humanity.

bye for now

CELEBRATING MY FIRST YEAR, 2009!!

YES! I know I am sleeping, but I am celebrating..with my dearest dearest mother. I or she is the love of my life...ok. we both share this line. I am overjoyed!! My maama is here...and I am resting so beautiful.

It's been a year of wonders, twists and turns. Oh! just heard someone on BBC Africa Have Your Say talk about Joseph Kony...that notorious goon who continues terrorizing people in Northern Uganda, Eastern Congo and Southern Sudan. Oh! I hope (and my maama agrees) they catch him..dead.

Anyway, this is my first new year --and I am 5 months into this world. It's beautiful! I look forward to many more like these, obviously better ones. I have plenty of wishes and resolutions to make to my mother and myself. So help me y'all.

1) I need to start sitting all by myself by the end of this month, January 2009 -I can't even believe I am saying Jan 2009.

2) Continue my smart progress, charming face and peaceful nature. I want to carry these all the way into my adulthood. Already, maama says I am a genius. I can talk, laugh, giggle (oh! I have my maama's stingy laugh), listen attentively, play, and express myself. Oh! did I tell you that I can even type on the computer. Well, that's me, Mr. Genius

well, I am taking after my mother. don't blame me for being too ambitious.

Oh! did I tell you about my learning-to-sit" box? Apparently my mother thought it was a smart idea to put me in this box....so, I can learn to sit...and there I am, learning to sit...and sometimes feel really caged-in. But

But I guess I love it...look at me... and I am enjoying...learning to sit...Next time you see me, I'll be walking.




3) That my mother finds work to earn money. She's currently not earning an income but she wants to get back into "the earning business". I love her and I love that she takes care of me. But I also want her to get paid for taking care of me. Right now, that's not happening. And she's a very enterprising person. I want her to reclaim her inner strength, imaginative and achieving spirit. I want her to achieve so so much!! She's a wonderful person. Did I say she's the love of my life? Ok, perhaps I've overused that. Anyway, this is my advertising contribution for her. As you can see, she's also got a picture-taking talent. She took all these pics..so, perhaps she has a career in photography. But I know she wants to "save the world" and argue politics, especially African International Politics. You know what, she can do all this through photography.

I want my mother and I to move (back) to New York City, because she says it's the best city to live in. Everybody is "theoretically" equal because they all take the subway. Also, everyone can speak their own language and not feel foreign..because it's a multi-cultural city. The parks are so wide and exciting, there are plenty of Africans. My mum wants those Senegalese to baby sit me so that I can learn Wolof and French (you know she was once engaged to a Senegalese, shhhh!!).. I understand, Senegalese are such wonderful people..she just had her issues --thus cutting off that engagement.

4) I hope to go visit my family in Uganda by the end of the year. Maama tells me Jjajja (my grandma) is the best person in the entire world. All my cousins are longing for me, and so are my aunties and uncles. They cannot imagine a baby not at home. But you know what, whoever said,"like mother like son" was definitely thinking about my maama and I. My maama was the only child of her mother born outside the family home (oh! long story) and she grew up with her grandmother. So, when she was five and ready to start kindergarten, she joined her siblings in Kampala (Uganda). I understand her siblings used to call her, "Guest" because they didn't know she was one of them. Can you imagine I am the only one of my jjajja (grandma)'s grandkids to be born outside Uganda and away from home? Now I know they will all call me "Guest" or Mugenyi. I have already met my paternal family in Bartonsville, PA. Now, I need to visit my jjajja.Well, I guess I should wish for good health, good feelings, good friends, good finances, good weather and good lifestyle. I also wish for a good inauguration of Barack Hussein Obama, as the first black President of the United States.

I am thankful for the people, for the gifts, for the smile, for the attention, for those friends and family and those who care for me. people say I look like my mother, but I found a look-a-like who aint my mother..ha!