Of relationships and tribal differences......

Of relationships and tribal  differences......

I once had a grandmother God rest her soul , who always told me to make sure I marry from my tribe to save me from headache and pain. Being from western Uganda, and a muhima at that had crossed lands to come and get married to a muganda man. He loved her dearly but somehow she felt it would have been better if she had married her own tribe.

She always begged me to stay clear of northerners, easterners,basoga,baganda etc and white people. I've dated my own tribe and it never works out so how am I going to marry someone I can't date?

Dilemma.....my current man is from northern Uganda.don't get it twisted,I love him dearly and am sure the feelings are mutual. He however comes from a family where his mother would rather he marry a girl from that side. On top of that, my tribe is not her favorite. What do we do? Do we act like we don't care and things will be fine or do we both look for the "right" person?

My family on the other hand are as cool as ice. You can be with whoever you wanna be with as long as you're happy. How do we deal with this situation? Why has society continued to put pressure on its people? Is it about society happiness or personal fulfillment? Does it matter that am sad as along as society is happy?

Take for instance my Muslim friend sulaiti. She has got to get married to a fellow Muslim because she says she cannot change for a man. All the Muslim guys she dates are jerks. Once she gets a funny, caring and interesting Christian man, she starts to look for his faults so badly until she finds a problem with him.isn't she going to end up alone? Couldn't Mr.right be a Michael instead of Mohammed?

Does apio have to end up with ochen? Can't apio be happy with mutebi? Or tukashabaruhanga and egolet? You tell me.

I remain yours confused and baffled.
Julikat.

Hair and me...

My hair had gone thru a revolution...I've had it short, long, braided, colored....

That brings me to ask.why should hair define who I am? Why am I seen as funky because my hair is short and spiky? Why should you take me more seriously because I have my hair up in a puff as it is called?

I refuse to let my hair define me! It's me and my hair I will prove you wrong with my intellect and skill...look out , am on your block this week.

me and my gal at the Rouge anniversary.

julikat: Ekikemo kyange- my temptation

julikat: Ekikemo kyange- my temptation

Ekikemo kyange- my temptation

I am going to call this man my kikemo...a word that literally translates to temptation because that is what he is in my life....ofcourse and much more. I can to begin to relate how i feel about him but damn,he is so sexy to start with. First time i laid my eyes on him, i quickly told my friend,''i would do this hot thing anyday'' . sounds crazy but that is what stayed on my mind. I thought about him so much, i could imagine him all up in my bidness doing things to me,things my ssenga is shy to discuss with even. He has a body of the gods...a spartaccus...the one winged angel. He calls himself sexy and strong...ohhh trust me,he is all that and more.

So anyway, we kind got talkin,me and him, abit of flirtin here and there....everytime he would walk into the place,i would feel a chill go down my spine...i still feel the same though....i would look at him going on with his stuff and i would only think,if i could get into his pants and get what i think is mine.....my kikemo was getting more and more tempting. i would see him probably once a week and this was very frustrating for me. i needed to see hom more often..i had to feed my hunger with just a look at him.

He finally made a move...a small move but it was worth it. The conversation was nice,the drinks were flowing,the kisses tasteful...A week later,we were in a hotel room romping like crazy. He held onto me, kissed my lips ,parted my legs...and thrust his mojo deep into my wet pussy. I gasped,i held him tighter, this was a real sweet temptation and i was going to enjoy every bit of it. It got intence, our hearts were racing,we shared saliva, we talked dirty and nasty...we whispered..ear nibbling, beads of sweat dripping down our bodies....oh my temptation...u are totally iresistable.

Could this be happenning? was i makin love to the man i dreamt about over and over again? was it for real or was i gonna wake up to just a fantasy ,just a dream? If it was a dream, i decided i could as well enjoy and finish it. I came,multiple times,i gasped again,he kissed my lips,held onto me and told me everything was going to be okay....and i trusted him. Deep down,i knew that he was my kikemo...and a kikemo will make u do things...things like exchange ur soul to lucipher for a day,just to be with him....its that bad.

After i had cum multiple times and my body was tence with contractions,i let go...but the bratha was hard as a rock and i was here thinking, ''nigga,did u eat stones before meeting me?'' but i wasnt complaining. I took mojo into my mouth, felt his hardness and started to work my way up and down.....he let out a loud scream...he was cuming, he shot out at me.....it was hot ,sensational...creamy..i tasted the wetness and then we collapsed into each others arms and fell asleep for some time. I can tell you all,this is a temptation am not willing to lt go of anytime soon. Its a sweet taboo....and thats what its always gonne be.....

Part 2 of kikemo coming to blogs near you......