<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;A08HRnw7cCp7ImA9WhRREU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434</id><updated>2011-11-24T05:03:57.208-08:00</updated><title>It is nothing but creative writing</title><subtitle type='html'>Unlimited creativity. They create when they write and write when they create</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUMCRHo_eyp7ImA9WhdRGUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-7300246896706409936</id><published>2011-08-09T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T11:11:05.443-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-09T11:11:05.443-07:00</app:edited><title>A decision to love in the most excellent way</title><summary>
And so I made a resolution. One of the wildest that I have made in the last few years. I just chose to love another way and resolved to love in that other way the next time I get involved with someone. I want to selflessly love someone. That means that I will love her with all my heart regardless of whether she loves me back. I want to give my all and expect nothing from her. I want to do this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/7300246896706409936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/08/decision-to-love-in-most-excellent-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/7300246896706409936?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/7300246896706409936?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/08/decision-to-love-in-most-excellent-way.html' title='A decision to love in the most excellent way'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkYGRX46fyp7ImA9WhdTFk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-6666213094871999389</id><published>2011-07-07T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:22:04.017-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-14T00:22:04.017-07:00</app:edited><title>More than just a writer</title><summary>I am not just a writerFor to say that I am just a writerIs to say that I am no more thanA kid in baby classThat scribbles ink on paper.
I am not just a writerBut may be a skillful player of soccerThe soccer of wordsFor I can kick, control or just play with a wordI can put a word on my headShift it to my chestAnd then transfer it to my kneesTill that word is placed right under my feet.
So, I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/6666213094871999389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-than-just-writer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/6666213094871999389?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/6666213094871999389?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-than-just-writer.html' title='More than just a writer'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEEFSH8yfyp7ImA9WhZaGEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-6768734689972647379</id><published>2011-07-05T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T02:03:39.197-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-05T02:03:39.197-07:00</app:edited><title>An accidental fall from Hell</title><summary>There I was, battling with a tree. My little arms holding its trunk in a tight grip with my feet that were curved like a bow firmly pasted unto the tree nearly a quarter of a meter below my arms. I had just started my way up this tree. This was one of those gigantic beasts that bore mango fruits that were very attractive. They were so attractive that despite its massive physique, I always had to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/6768734689972647379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/07/accidental-fall-from-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/6768734689972647379?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/6768734689972647379?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/07/accidental-fall-from-hell.html' title='An accidental fall from Hell'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE8HQnc9fSp7ImA9WhZaE0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-3526602076073223349</id><published>2011-06-29T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T04:27:13.965-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-29T04:27:13.965-07:00</app:edited><title>Heaven Prayerphone Network</title><summary>Just in case you are interested in the Heaven Prayerphone Network you have to use one model of phones called "Prayer 311". The batteries of these phones are rechargeable and but with faith which only comes by connecting to the power that flows through the electrons of the word of God (Remember that biblical adage that faith comes by hearing and hearing the word of God).

Besides you do not need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/3526602076073223349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/06/heaven-prayerphone-network.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/3526602076073223349?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/3526602076073223349?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/06/heaven-prayerphone-network.html' title='Heaven Prayerphone Network'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUUAR3c6cCp7ImA9WhZaEkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-6475038877017504556</id><published>2011-06-28T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T00:47:26.918-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-28T00:47:26.918-07:00</app:edited><title>Crushed by crushes</title><summary>I have been “crushed” so many times that if those incidents had been physical I would be but a deformed piece of dry and flat Atapa (millet bread). Crush number 1 was in my primary school on a daughter on of a Muteso. That girl was so angelic that every time I dozed off in class I would dream holding hands with that beauty and walking down the aisle. But then when I left primary school my dreams </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/6475038877017504556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/06/crushed-by-crushes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/6475038877017504556?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/6475038877017504556?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/06/crushed-by-crushes.html' title='Crushed by crushes'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0AFQ3k5eCp7ImA9WhZaEE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-4094661592996224009</id><published>2011-06-25T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T04:35:12.720-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-25T04:35:12.720-07:00</app:edited><title>Uganda’s detestable ghosts to vie for political offices</title><summary>
The first time I got really threatened by a ghost was back then when I was still in high school. I was in one of those schools in Jinja and it is called Kiira College Butiki I remember the name of that ghost was Whiteman. Whiteman was the last thing any student could ever desire to meet on the school compound in the wee hours of the night. Some of us feared Whiteman so much that even during </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/4094661592996224009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/06/ugandas-detestable-ghosts-to-vie-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/4094661592996224009?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/4094661592996224009?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/06/ugandas-detestable-ghosts-to-vie-for.html' title='Uganda’s detestable ghosts to vie for political offices'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aP-42Rl8Nto/TgXC1q2Gm1I/AAAAAAAAABk/JsfW2myKmXQ/s72-c/Zak+pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0EBSHo5eyp7ImA9WhZVFUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-4649653317471056932</id><published>2011-05-28T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T03:47:39.423-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-05-28T03:47:39.423-07:00</app:edited><title>From the war drums of Sierra Leone comes an award winning “Memory of Love”</title><summary>

Animatta Forna's first book
Aminatta Forna was born in Glasgow and raised in West Africa or to be precise in Sierra Leone, a country whose pathetic history provided the needed inspiration on which Aminatta depended to publish her award winning book “The memory of love.”

The Memory of love won the prestigious Commonwealth Writers Prize 2011 in the category of the Best Book. 
The judges praised </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/4649653317471056932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/05/from-war-drums-of-sierra-leone-comes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/4649653317471056932?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/4649653317471056932?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/05/from-war-drums-of-sierra-leone-comes.html' title='From the war drums of Sierra Leone comes an award winning “Memory of Love”'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0eq6v0m2kQ/TeDKSE1LNKI/AAAAAAAAABg/VTBbCdOQ2Rs/s72-c/animatta_forna+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEEGRno5eCp7ImA9WhZVFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-5852396348369541339</id><published>2011-05-27T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T09:10:27.420-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-05-27T09:10:27.420-07:00</app:edited><title>A night of words, heartbeat and neon lights with the Lantern Meet of Poets</title><summary>
It will be a night of "Words, Heartbeats and Neon Lights" when the the Lantern Meet of Poets hold their fifth Grand Recital on Friday June 10th and Saturday June 11th 2011.

The Lantern Meet of Poets one of Uganda's leading group of poets will treat attendees of the recital to over three hours of poetic verses that are written by various writers that belong to the group. The recitals will run </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/5852396348369541339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/5852396348369541339?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/5852396348369541339?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='A night of words, heartbeat and neon lights with the Lantern Meet of Poets'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEENRHo-fip7ImA9WhZWE0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-6485643613724443573</id><published>2011-05-14T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:44:55.456-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-05-14T01:44:55.456-07:00</app:edited><title>The clash of wishes</title><summary>If you read newspapers and if all all newspapers around the world are similar to the Ugandan newspapers like the New Vision, then I am sure you have come across articles that have headlines like "Ten things women wish men knew" or "Ten things men wish women knew."

Such articles will then go on to list a barrage of hypothetical wishes of men or women. It is just amazing that women claim that they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/6485643613724443573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/05/clash-of-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/6485643613724443573?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/6485643613724443573?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/05/clash-of-wishes.html' title='The clash of wishes'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUAFRX09fSp7ImA9WhZWE00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-4341064965929356260</id><published>2011-05-09T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T10:28:34.365-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-05-13T10:28:34.365-07:00</app:edited><title>THE MYSTERY OF LOVE SERIES- Serie One</title><summary>One of the best poets of love Shakespeare is quoted to have said that “love is to be very strongly attracted to someone in an emotional and sexual way.” Expressions like: I love you. We love each other and we are going to get married are used. Love can also be described as having very much care about someone, especially members of your family or close friends. Expressions like; I love my children</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/4341064965929356260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/05/mystery-of-love-series.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/4341064965929356260?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/4341064965929356260?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/05/mystery-of-love-series.html' title='THE MYSTERY OF LOVE SERIES- Serie One'/><author><name>Michael Aboneka Jr.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A04CQX0yfSp7ImA9WhZRGUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-1538040801100529069</id><published>2011-04-16T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T03:32:40.395-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-16T03:32:40.395-07:00</app:edited><title>And so what is love?</title><summary>It may sound like it is childish for a WHOLE 22- year old man to be wondering what the hell the meaning of love is on this planet. But then I would like to beg that before we cast the first stone, let us first examine our selves and find out whether we really understand this madness called love. 

Now I know many of you in a bid to understand what love is, have been reading all kinds of articles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/1538040801100529069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-so-what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/1538040801100529069?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/1538040801100529069?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-so-what-is-love.html' title='And so what is love?'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkIBSHc5cCp7ImA9WhZRGEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-1774033955718945940</id><published>2011-04-15T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T05:29:19.928-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-15T05:29:19.928-07:00</app:edited><title>To be or not to be a gentleman</title><summary>Sometimes I pity daughters of men that dream of meeting gentlemen on this planet. To be sincere there are not so many gentlemen on this planet. Or at least to be specific on this continent that belongs to African sons of men. Obviously some of these ladies more so campus chics will watch some of those actors sijuyi a certain Salvardo or Antonio pulling a chair for a one Barbarita in soaps and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/1774033955718945940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-be-or-not-to-be-gentleman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/1774033955718945940?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/1774033955718945940?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-be-or-not-to-be-gentleman.html' title='To be or not to be a gentleman'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE4CR344eip7ImA9WhZSGU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-1397655714068784705</id><published>2011-04-04T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T06:16:06.032-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-04T06:16:06.032-07:00</app:edited><title>When they are single, Christian and heading to hell</title><summary>   	 	 	 	
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"My name is Brother Zakaria Tiberindwa a.k.a Musumba Zaake...My status...umm...deeply hooked to a cantankerously gorgeous babe." Obviously such a powerful intro will be followed by a heavily chorused exclamation of "Ehh Maama!" and loud musings of "Oba who is that ka lucky babe?" from  the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/1397655714068784705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-they-are-single-christian-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/1397655714068784705?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/1397655714068784705?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-they-are-single-christian-and.html' title='When they are single, Christian and heading to hell'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEAESXY9cCp7ImA9WhZSF04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-1229123025152148092</id><published>2011-03-31T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T01:25:08.868-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-02T01:25:08.868-07:00</app:edited><title>DRUGS WILL RUIN YOUR LIFE</title><summary>I had never learnt about the relevance of lunch hour fellowships until one day.I was invited by my friend to attend one. The guest speaker preached about a very sensitive area (Effects of Drug Abuse and Alcoholism) affecting the youth of today. It is in this fellowship that I managed to learn the true meaning of a drug; this is a chemical substance which alters the functioning of the body, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/1229123025152148092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/03/drugs-will-ruin-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/1229123025152148092?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/1229123025152148092?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/03/drugs-will-ruin-your-life.html' title='DRUGS WILL RUIN YOUR LIFE'/><author><name>Michael Aboneka Jr.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEEDRXg-cSp7ImA9WhZTF08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-4535164388332345145</id><published>2011-03-21T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T08:51:14.659-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-21T08:51:14.659-07:00</app:edited><title>Uganda's leading Opposition candidate Dr. Kiiza Besigye could turn out to be a sumptouos sausage</title><summary>I could not believe it. I swear, I could hardly believe it when Mzee promised to eat our brother Kiiza Besigye and his opposition companions like "Cakes and Samosas." I always thought it is only those burgers in the August House of this country that love eating cake and Samosas but wapi even Mzee enjoys eating some of these things. However what mesmerized me more was the fact that our president </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/4535164388332345145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/03/ugandas-leading-opposition-candidate-dr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/4535164388332345145?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/4535164388332345145?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/03/ugandas-leading-opposition-candidate-dr.html' title='Uganda&apos;s leading Opposition candidate Dr. Kiiza Besigye could turn out to be a sumptouos sausage'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkECQ389fCp7ImA9Wx9aEEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-3259067189546781817</id><published>2011-02-28T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T02:11:02.164-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-02T02:11:02.164-08:00</app:edited><title>Tricks of winning Ugandan Voters</title><summary>You might wonder what pulls the crowds when a politician is "making his points". I have had a lot of fun during the on going campaigns and elections in this country.

In Mbarara, while at a rally, one politician said,"I will build roads for you, I will plant new forests...." and it all seemed like it was not a joke until he broke my lungs with laughter when he deceptively added "I will build dams</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/3259067189546781817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/02/tricks-of-winning-ugandan-voters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/3259067189546781817?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/3259067189546781817?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/02/tricks-of-winning-ugandan-voters.html' title='Tricks of winning Ugandan Voters'/><author><name>Michael Aboneka Jr.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0ACRXo7fip7ImA9Wx9bGEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-2985272414624638949</id><published>2011-02-21T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:56:04.406-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-27T23:56:04.406-08:00</app:edited><title>A LOVER'S DECISION</title><summary>I will go to the streets and testify of God’s goodness and glory, I will also testify of my lover’s softness and beauty. I will always put God first in all I do and to my lover, I will gladly say; “you come second to no other but only God.”  I will hold her in higher esteem than all  the daughters and sons of men on this planet but God I will hold in the highest of all. 
"If God gave you to me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/2985272414624638949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/02/lovers-decision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/2985272414624638949?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/2985272414624638949?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/02/lovers-decision.html' title='A LOVER&apos;S DECISION'/><author><name>Andrew Luba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkABQn07eSp7ImA9Wx9bEkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-6003487384707317204</id><published>2011-02-16T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T03:45:53.301-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-21T03:45:53.301-08:00</app:edited><title>A dance to the gates of hell</title><summary>I danced that day. My legs were all rattled up and my bones were ready
to shake to the legendary Ntogoro (The Banyoro cultural dance). I had spent the previous night  awake and kicking, rehearsing and practicing for that dance. I
am quite certain I never danced as well as to have been noticed by
most of the people in that hall while I was up on that stage but at least I am
privileged to have been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/6003487384707317204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-i-danced-my-way-to-gates-of-hell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/6003487384707317204?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/6003487384707317204?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-i-danced-my-way-to-gates-of-hell.html' title='A dance to the gates of hell'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUcGR38yfip7ImA9Wx9VFkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-4671112798725818519</id><published>2011-02-02T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T06:30:26.196-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-02T06:30:26.196-08:00</app:edited><title>I paid for grand pa's sins of wife beating</title><summary>The other day my grand father was narrating to me how he used to
wallop my grand mother during the days of his youth and intimating to
me how he believes slapping and kicking a woman here and there not to be
something as wicked as many people of this generation think it to be.
I swear I was so baffled that I pulled my chair closer to eagerly
listen to those extreme assertions of my grandfather as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/4671112798725818519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-paid-for-grand-pas-sins-of-wife.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/4671112798725818519?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/4671112798725818519?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-paid-for-grand-pas-sins-of-wife.html' title='I paid for grand pa&apos;s sins of wife beating'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0EEQ3g-eip7ImA9Wx9VFEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-3017546957895700928</id><published>2011-01-29T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T05:46:42.652-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-31T05:46:42.652-08:00</app:edited><title>The pains of being a Pastor's son</title><summary>I used to marvel at Pastors and their families a decade ago. I loved the way the children were treated in church, given those very front seats in the houses of the almighty. The juices they kept sipping, and the pride they swallowed especially when their Dad ( the pastor) made reference to one of them) all left me begging down in my heart that one day I should be a pastor's kid too. This seems to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/3017546957895700928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-pastors-son.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/3017546957895700928?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/3017546957895700928?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-pastors-son.html' title='The pains of being a Pastor&apos;s son'/><author><name>Michael Aboneka Jr.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEIGSHs6fSp7ImA9Wx9WFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-4517701235818070738</id><published>2011-01-21T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:55:29.515-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-22T00:55:29.515-08:00</app:edited><title>linking science to supernatural powers and magic</title><summary>LINKING SCIENCE  TO SUPER NATURAL POWERS AND MAGIC Many of us are reluctant to think of supernatural powers as simply a high level of science and technology, even so the idea seems so far fetched but I have taken time  musing about this phenomenon and am sure I have a conviction now.I believe these two aspects can come to be looked at as related subjects in that they have a symbiotic relationship</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/4517701235818070738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/01/linking-science-to-supernatural-powers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/4517701235818070738?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/4517701235818070738?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/01/linking-science-to-supernatural-powers.html' title='linking science to supernatural powers and magic'/><author><name>Andrew Luba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0IDQ3s7cCp7ImA9Wx9WGEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-2497547771388451142</id><published>2011-01-11T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:52:52.508-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-23T23:52:52.508-08:00</app:edited><title>Why I love to hate weddings</title><summary>Now I had always thought weddings were all about carrying one's thrilled soul
into the house of God, exchanging rings, promising to live together till death does you part throwing you into hell or heaven wherever you deserve to be thrown and living happily there after but wapi that is not the case. It is not the case at least not from what I heard from my friend, James who tied the knot
recently.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/2497547771388451142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-i-love-to-hate-weddings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/2497547771388451142?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/2497547771388451142?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-i-love-to-hate-weddings.html' title='Why I love to hate weddings'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUMARHYzeSp7ImA9Wx9QEUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-2482375135918780255</id><published>2010-12-24T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T02:44:05.881-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-24T02:44:05.881-08:00</app:edited><title>It is nothing but creative writing: Indispensable</title><summary>It is nothing but creative writing: Indispensable</summary><link rel='related' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2010/12/indiscipensable.html#links' title='It is nothing but creative writing: Indispensable'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/2482375135918780255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-is-nothing-but-creative-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/2482375135918780255?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/2482375135918780255?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-is-nothing-but-creative-writing.html' title='It is nothing but creative writing: Indispensable'/><author><name>Andrew Luba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkEMSXk8eip7ImA9Wx9QEEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-8637075901954346241</id><published>2010-12-22T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:11:28.772-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-22T12:11:28.772-08:00</app:edited><title>THE CHRISTMAS FUN</title><summary>I have always wondered what exactly Christmas contains. Every body tends to get so busy for the day. I have for long thought it was only a day for Christians and one time i was forced not to think christian when i was in a mull about this whole idea of Christmas. Some one should help me or liberate me, who came up with the date of Christmas, who actually recorded the date of the birth of Jesus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/8637075901954346241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/8637075901954346241?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/8637075901954346241?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-fun.html' title='THE CHRISTMAS FUN'/><author><name>Michael Aboneka Jr.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEcER3kzeSp7ImA9Wx9RFE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316582079167474434.post-9090716983137558533</id><published>2010-12-15T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:40:06.781-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-15T01:40:06.781-08:00</app:edited><title>Born Again brothers should either style up or force the sisters into hell</title><summary>Many of you must have heard some of our Christian sisters complaining mbu
Christian brothers are sluggish when it comes to matters of expressing
feelings of love. And there is a general feeling among the few sisters that
shared with me their experiences with the Christian brothers that those
allegations against our brothers are nothing but the truth and only the
truth.

One of those sisters in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/feeds/9090716983137558533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2010/12/born-again-brothers-should-either-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/9090716983137558533?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7316582079167474434/posts/default/9090716983137558533?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writinginthepearl.blogspot.com/2010/12/born-again-brothers-should-either-style.html' title='Born Again brothers should either style up or force the sisters into hell'/><author><name>Tiberindwa Zakaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10565372529374339499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>