Biker Chic

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Howdy Friend. Was February good to you? How’s your heart? How’s your mind? Comments is where I plan to read all about your encounters, and responses to these questions. I am grateful. My heart is full. I don’t know what the future holds, thankfully I know Who holds the future. My default position therefore is one of rest in love and victory.

I first used a motorbike in 2004 while on campus at Makerere University, regards to the Information Technology class of 2004. I have since continued to use this mode of transportation. It keeps me from experiences that sound a little like this;
‘I sat in traffic from as early as 6a.m. only to get to my desk at work at 9a.m.’ and that is if said ‘conversationist’ caught a lucky break where for example, traffic police decides to block one lane of incoming traffic, to pass out triple lanes of opposing traffic, who use up their lanes and that of the blocked off lane. At any given time of the day, I shall make the motorbike commute from the house and be in town after twenty minutes.

That photograph was taken some time last year, and for the title to this blog, and the framing of the picture, can you spot the irony therein? I look forward to reading from you in the comments section. About the same time, I have toyed with the idea of making a down payment on a motorbike. This then puts finance into focus, my prayer is that He will teach me to count my flocks that I may be wise in the land, scripture memorization would give me a D for paraphrasing the way I did there.
If previously I had been in the habit of being bourgeoisie with my expenses, I’m speaking about bonds and varied investments, setting up standing orders among other methods of getting savvy with the money. Especially in light of the dream that is to procure one, preferably a Ducati Vaele.

You might be wondering, how do my loved ones feel about my dream. First off, I have not mentioned it to them, however I have mentioned it to God and the anticipation for this gu testimony is off the scale, shout out to you Glosswan for teaching me about the gu testimony remark. I am in the process of finding a table over which He’ll set a table before m…how does that phrase end? Drop me a line in the comments.
As with most loved ones, I imagine they are not going to be too thrilled with the choice in vehicle, my hope though, is that they’ll support me. Is that asking too much? Have you gone through something that I could learn from, you think? Drop me a line in the comments section, won’t you? Thank you.

If it should go well, and I become a steward of this motorbike then I hope to share my experience with the younger ladies, among other things, how to love their husband and raise respectful children. Memorising scripture is something I am working on. Bear with me. Unless you know the Word, what’s to keep the Enemy from twisting it with lies and throwing you off your game, after all he came to steal, kill and destroy your joy, your peace of mind, your relationships. Know this. Jesus loves you. More than you know in this moment. Might you consider exploring what it means to be loved by the God of Heaven and all things seen and unseen, created in the spiritlies and physical? Let me break it down for you, when that voice in your head keeps going at you about how you’ve messed up, and how you do not deserve to be loved, God says He has loved you with an everlasting love. Spot the difference? Or should I say the lie?
That voice might be telling you that nobody loves you; God says in His word that He loves You, nothing can pluck you from His love.
That voice might be telling you that your marriage won’t survive this. God says He knows the plans concerning you, and they are good plans, not to harm you, but to give you a future and a hope.
Those voices may be saying a host of things to you right now, and I would like to submit to you, to trust God at His word, in every area of your life. I’d be happy to walk with you for part way of the journey. Can’t make you promises for the future, we make plans, God directs our steps. So, see your feedback from the comments, yes?

I hope to make a cross continent trip on a good bike. Visit Alexandria, and traverse the Sahara, by which time I hope it will be called Sahara Impenetrable Forest, seeing as I’d have been partnering with other like minded people, to reforestate the desert that has been characteristic of most maps that speak of Africa, both then and now, but not my will, let the will of God be done in this matter, in Jesus name, amen. And go all the way to the Southern Cape and back home to Kampala, I hope I can take you on that trip with me. Speaking of which, I am going to need one of those three hundred and sixty degree video cameras, that I can then mount onto my helmet, thereby effectively taking you on the trip with me, albeit your current geographical location. Speaking of which, if you don’t mind volunteering possible bikers routes, drop me an idea or ten in the comments’ section and who knows, I just might be in your area one of these days, and maybe we could share fish and chips and a cuppa tea, what do you say?

At the end of the day, I submit to you, live a little, grow a little more everyday, challenge yourself, try something new, do something that scares you, just take care of yourself. Take some people on the journey with you, release those that would like to jump off at whatever point in the journey, and always trust God above everything else. Make other peoples’ dreams come true along your journey of self-discovery. Be kind to everyone. We are human beings first. Not human doings. Be kind to yourself as well. Be good to yourself. After all your body, and there is no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus, is the temple of the Holy Spirit. Carry yourself like you know. Hold your head up. Shoulders out. Don’t hassle the tummy, just walk a bit further when you do. Be Great.

It always is a pleasure, making a moment to inscribe my hopes and dreams and share them with you. I hope you do the same, with me, or not, no pressure. Make the future better for them today. Use the dustbins, make compost, plant a garden, and then capture how it all makes you feel, on paper in ink.
Speaking of which, I am going to make a definite plan to put a book together, what I am not yet clear on is, do I plan it a chapter at a time…I’ll tell you all about it as I go along.
Till next time,
Easy Does it.



In Between Flights

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It’s the dying hours of the month of February 2018, and I am found in the lap of thought about a flurry of situations. #DuckExpress #RoadItTravelsNeedsWork
Having been reassigned duty posts, has seen my transportation circuit switch from the occasional stop for coffee at the boulevard, to a breezy pass through the concrete jungle passed the fairway and green, to the new assignment. I find the change of scenery feeds my motivation for a motorbike, if we are speaking honestly, among other things. The consideration for that mode of transportation arises from the snaking lines of traffic that line most highways at all times of the day. If you reside within the central business district, then you have found yourself smack dab in the thick of it, whether you’d woken up before the cockerel crowed in the A. M., and you were sure you must be the earliest motorist on the road, thereby assuming that your commute would take fifteen minutes, but alas, you finally sat at your desk hours later than you had hoped to arrive… Chin up. Any time we find ourselves in a situation that is particularly challenging, bear with me, I submit to you, take the least travelled road, at least in as far as finding a solution that is not cookie cutter, and the reward you’ll experience in having found a solution will propel you on this journey to then find solutions for the challenges meeting those around you, who knows, we just might make a ode to you, for having been the solution provider in our time. Just think on it for a moment.

Away from the commute, I find myself in need of a stylist, and considering this new-found ‘be the solution to the challenges you are met with’ mantra, it is looking highly likely, that the stylist in me is going to be put in the crucible that is the furnace of ‘to be great or to be late’ to the party that just happens to be dubbed ‘The Stylist Emerges’ and give some of these make believe labels, a run for their money, because I have been equipped with everything that I need for this life. I could believe it, and run with it, or sit by the front lawn of my parents’ yard, ‘ab’okuluujja tubatumidde’, and singing ‘woe is me’. No thanks, to pity parties.
What this spells for me is the bottomless expanse of encounters with fabric, and stitching patterns, as well as the thought of then, sharing what I have learned with up-and-comers that I am certain to run into, on this journey that is called life. The experience therein presents a wealth of growth, and like that child in front of a rolex stand after school, waiting on the rolex chef to hand them a piping hot meals, the glee of it coming through the brisk rubbing of their tiny little palms, the anticipation written on their miniature faces, the child in me smiles at the prospect of her very own styling company and a clothing line or three. I realize I am sharing some dreams of mine with you through this expose. I’d like to hear from you, what are some of your dreams? And how may I help make any of them come true? Leave me your story in the comments section. I look forward to hearing from you.

I also find myself being a part of a team, of complete strangers, which them speaks to the team dynamic. Looking back on all the other teams I have had the pleasure of being a part of, some experiences were fun, memorable even. Others, not so eventful. Going in, it is my plan to be the team’s chief encourager in chief, on top of the other duties I’ll be assigned to execute, and I need to be really good at that lest some members of the team feel inspired to torpedo this project with the characteristic squabbles and intrigue that may have been the demise of strong working teams, from passed experiences. With the possibilities for the game strategy playing into different hands, I intend to keep the power. Let me explain. You ever here someone complain about another’s bad leadership at their place of work or in their community, and in so doing abandoning their part in the responsibility of making the world a better place, because, in these exact words, everybody is doing it! One such complainant has relinquished power over to the one they constantly complain about, make no plan to get out from under said controller’s hold, because every body else is breaking under the weight of poor leadership, making their execution of their tasks almost impossible, if not utterly impossible. Not on my watch, said Yvonne. I am re-reading two books on leadership, which should make for a good work plan going ahead.

I am aware of how important taking care of myself, on this new fork in the road, is. The irony of that statement, given my faith in Jesus, is that on my own, I would bangle that up. You’ve heard the saying, ‘I Can Do Bad All By Myself.’ Let me share some things I am learning. He loved us enough to come down in the flesh and pay the price I owed, stood in my stead at the guillotine, was killed, He died, was buried, and on the third day He rose again. What that means is I am a co-heir in this story.
Ever witness how royalty behaves around turmoil, anxiety or rage. Of course in this case, this royal is washed in love… There is a poise about them. Very rarely will they disintegrate into the seedy clashes that characterize downtown bar brawls of any shebeen which is another word for a kafunda, and if you are meeting the word kafunda for the first time, it is a small dug out that doubles as a watering hole for the cooperate types in Kampala
With that in mind, I am trusting God to take care of me. May He direct my steps and delight Himself in them. May His Kingdom come, in this time of life, and His will be done, in the name and power of Jesus Christ. Do you have any idea how He loves us? Have you encountered His love? Let me paint you a picture. Not one of those little birds can drop dead without His knowledge of it. Did you know that He values you above them little birds? He has counted the hairs on your head, yes even the baldhead. He loves you. Now imagine for a moment, that you believe what I just shared with you. The God of Heaven loves you and has made arrangements for life spent with you, if you’ll receive Him. Receiving Him, I mean, receive His free gift of salvation. I’d be happy to pray with you. Use the comments section to share what’s on your heart.

As you go into a new month, yes, March is moments away, may the peace of God that passes all understanding keep you, in the face of uncertainties. May the Lord bless and keep you. May He make His face to shine upon you and give you peace.


Talk II 31 Jan 2018


Proverbs Eighteen, verse twenty one, from the Amplified Bible says “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, And those who love it and indulge it will eat its fruit and bear the consequences of their words.”
I am learning to consciously appreciate talk for everything it represents. Talk is defined; speak in order to give information or express ideas or feelings; converse or communicate by spoken words
People die because of something said. Tongues can be weapons of mass destruction, launching holocausts and wars. Tongues can also be the death of marriages, families, friendships, churches, careers, hopes, understanding, reputations, missionary efforts, and governments.

People also live because of something said. The tongue can be a ‘tree of life’ as seen in Proverbs Fifteen verse four. Tongues reconcile peoples and make peace. Blessed are the peacemakers; as seen in Matthew Five verse Nine. Tongues can make marriages sweet, families strong, and churches healthy. Tongues can give hope to the despairing, advance understanding, and spread the gospel.

So, do tell, what will come out of your mouth today, death or life? ‘Sword thrusts’ or healing, as seen in Proverbs Twelve verse Eighteen.
Unless the wronged party expresses their dissatisfaction in how they have been treated, will the offending party realize their ‘faux pas’.
The beloved one sulking all day, does little to communicate, to the loved one, that this loud silence and sour countenance have need for dialogue for the beloved’s mood to then be transformed into a bright smile and light heart, detailing the loved one’s role in the restorative process.
The Golden Rule , otherwise known as the ethic of reciprocity, which means we believe that people should endeavor to treat each other as they would like to be treated themselves, with tolerance, compassion and consideration.

Some versions of the Golden Rule are;
Bahai faith: Ascribe not to any soul that which thou wouldst not have ascribed to thee, and say not that which thou doest not.” “Blessed is he who preferreth his brother before himself. Baha’u’llah
Buddhism: …a state that is not pleasing or delightful to me, how could I inflict that upon another? Samyutta NIkaya v. 353
Christianity: Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets. Matthew Seven verse Twelve King James Version.
Confucianism: What I do not wish men to do to me, I also wish not to do to men. Analects 15:23
Islam: None of you [truly] believes until he wishes for his brother what he wishes for himself. Number 13 of Imam “Al-Nawawi’s Forty Hadiths.” 3
Judaism: What is hateful to you, do not to your fellow man. This is the law: all the rest is commentary.” Talmud, Shabbat 31a.

Let’s test this theory. If you found yourself on the receiving end of criticism, comparison and complaining, would you have the presence of mind, in the moment, to respond in a way that feeds the Golden Rule dictates? Share your thoughts on the subject with me in the comments section, won’t you?

Different people, religious schools of thought, societies, cultures and tribes, if you will, have their own interpretation of the Golden Rule. In Buganda there is a saying ‘Yagaliza munno nga gwe bweweyagaliza’ which when translated loosely, means, ‘Desire for the next person, what you’d desire yourself.’

When I was younger, I remember one of my siblings being unusually quiet, and had a poor appetite for most of Mother’s cooking. In an effort to get her child to bulk up and take mealtime seriously, she invited one of our cousins to the house for a meal. This cousin had no qualms with food. You can imagine the scene unfolding. Mother plated up for them on the same wide plate, a delectable layout of pilau rice with green peas and some beef. Cousin dearest ate steadily, crossing from their end of the plate and into my quiet sibling’s corner. The trick worked. My quiet, poor appetite sibling soon realized that they would come away from this meal hungry unless they spoke up. If they did not talk, nothing was stopping this hoover machine of a plate mate. And true to form, they let out a shrill yelp, “Mommy, this boy is eating all the food??!” I don’t remember how that played out, but thankfully this sibling has since developed a healthy appreciation for meal times, complete with the form that comes with it.

Another time, Mother dearest threw me a birthday party when during the celebrations, I had the urge to communicate something to her. Given how good a hostess she is, she was busy hosting, I couldn’t get a word in sideways. My young mind reasoned, if I can get to high enough ground, maybe then will I be able to get her attention. I found the closest high stool, climbed up onto it, and when Mother was within reach of my short hands, I distinctly remember grabbing a hold of her chin and blurting out, “Mommy?! I’m talking to you!” I have since come to learn not to be so ‘in-your-face’ with my need to express myself, it is an on-going lesson.

So, taking into consideration, the various presentations in the form of situations that you might find yourself in, whether it is an inconsiderate road user that you are met with, or an unkind stranger taking out their frustration on you, or the service provider who does not value you as a customer, take a moment to talk things through. Empathise with them, and work towards an amicable solution and for the sake of peace prevailing.

Since we are held responsible for every word we speak, I think we had better listen very carefully to what we are saying, not just to our brethren, but also to ourselves. Notice what Jesus said: “But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment. For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned”(Mt.12:36-37). Let us look at the words, justified and condemned a little more closely. By being Justified — we are being freed from all blame, we are without guilt and we are shown or proven to be right. Condemned means — to be pronounced unfit for use, guilty. By our own words we can be free from blame and without guilt, or we can pronounce ourselves guilty and unfit for the use of God. If it is the Word of God — it is Life, it is freedom. If it is ourselves speaking — it is death, and words of death will destroy, kill everyone that hears us; and not only they who hear us, but ourselves as well. Proverbs 18:21 says, “Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.”
Lastly James 3: 5-6 has some sound advice.
He warns that the size of the tongue is no measure of the power it wields. Just as the tiniest of sparks can ignite a great forest fire, the smallest of words, unwisely spoken, can cause immeasurable harm.

Uncontrolled and untamed, without interference, a fire can spread to leave absolutely nothing untouched, unscorched, and unaffected. It is startling to think that fire, of itself, could erase all life from the earth! Were it to burn and spread unaffected by rain, wind, or the efforts of man, it could conceivably cover the earth and burn all life and all oxygen from our world.

Anyone who has witnessed a forest fire and seen flames leap from one treetop to another can grasp the traveling power of fire. James wants us to capture this graphic vision of the potential destruction our words perpetuated in sin can achieve. The iniquity created and perpetuated by words can spread to the ultimate of all damages: death. Solomon writes, “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit” (Proverbs 18:21). Does man have any other ability that can cause such a degree of devastation?
I leave that to you.


Guard Your Heart

Guard Your Heart II

Guard Your Heart.
Proverbs Four, verse Twenty Three, from the Amplified Bible, says Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life.
Why is this important, you might inquire.
This is necessary for at least three reasons:

  1. Because your heart is extremely valuable. We don’t guard worthless things. I take my garbage to the street every Wednesday night. It is picked up on Thursday morning. It sits on the sidewalk all night, completely unguarded. Why? Because it is worthless.

Not so with your heart. It is the essence of who you are. It is your authentic self—the core of your being. It is where all your dreams, your desires, and your passions live. It is that part of you that connects with God and other people.

Just like your physical body, if your heart—your spiritual heart—dies, your leadership dies. This is why Solomon says, “Above all else.” He doesn’t say, “If you get around to it” or “It would be nice if.” No, he says, make it your top priority.

  1. Because your heart is the source of everything you do. King Solomon says it is the “wellspring of life.” In other words, it is the source of everything else in your life. Your heart overflows into thoughts, words, and actions.

Uganda has an intricate collection of lakes, springs, rivers, rivulets, and water tributaries feeding different parts of the country, thus the tag line ‘Gifted By Nature’.

If you plug a spring, you stop the flow of water. If you poison the water, the flow becomes toxic. In either situation, you threaten life downstream. Everything depends on the condition of the spring.

Likewise, if your heart is unhealthy, it has an impact on everything else. It threatens your family, your friends, your ministry, your career, and, indeed, your legacy. It is, therefore, imperative that you guard it.

  1. Because your heart is under constant attack. When Solomon says to guard your heart, he implies that you are living in a combat zone—one in which there are casualties.

Many of us are oblivious to the reality of this war. We have an enemy who is bent on our destruction. He not only opposes God, but he opposes everything that is aligned with Him—including us.

In life, we are bound to find ourselves in situations that require a presence of mind. So much so that when faced with aggression or grief, we shall consciously choose to respond in a way that extends the other person grace. I am being taught, in moments of quiet solitude, that most times, all we are required to do, is rest in the truth that is His Word.

Trusting in Him with all your heart, and leaning not on your own understanding, acknowledging Him in all your ways, that He shall direct your paths, is such a cliché. Look around you, how many people can you read, that are in one anxious state or another, on account of money? Don’t be quick to judge anyone. Take a moment, breathe the space in, and slowly, almost methodically, pick out one or two signs around you, hat show the presence of anxiety, attributing it to money or the lack of it thereof. Share it with me in the comments section at the end of this blog, won’t you? Thank you.

I am learning to entrust Him with my doubts about myself and those around me, asking under my breath, that He’ll speak to me in a language that only I understand, do you see my need for His ability to call me by name, and that I may hear His voice and respond to Him, like the true Shepherd that he is to me. A moment-to-moment encounter of His presence is becoming my biggest desire of Him.

It is no longer enough for me to hear about Him through other peoples’ encounters with Him. I want to believe. Not because someone saw into the future and saw me, but because He is all knowing, and has loved us enough, individually, to take our place on the cross, was killed, died and was buried, and on the third day He rose again.

Permit me to share moments from the days this passed week.
The African Union marked it’s thirtieth, with H. E. President Paul Kagame ascended the echelons of that platform. My thoughts toward this sequence of events has me feeling optimistic, considering the press there is about Rwanda, I am yet to visit that beautiful nation. Have you been? What can you tell me about it? The technology savy cities and the food, mmm, street food? Drop me a line in the comments, won’t you? Thank you. I envision operationally efficient CCtv networks across the transport lines that cross the African Continent. I’m talking about railway grids, water ways, road networks, mention it.
Think about efficient medical drops by drones to far-to-reach areas. And will they still be far to reach, once the transport bottlenecks plaguing the continent have been automated and streamlined? You tell me. Thank you.

The doubts in my head might sound a little like the rhetoric at a taxi parks anywhere in Lang-ata, Or Down Town Kampala, taking place amongst the taxi operators and drivers, and you might not come away as hopeful, a few lines earlier.

On the program this morning, a colleague shared a video clip of a church minister admonishing the worship team for showing up with no bra on. Needless to say, she brought the house down with her take on the matter. The conversation then descended into a chorus about the people wearing the inappropriate wardrobe in spaces that do not warrant the attention that the raiment attract. What do you think, “Does it matter what cover the book bears before you determine that it’s one you want to read?” Feel free to run with that statement, in the comments below. I would like to read about where that took you.

It will depend on what’s filling your heart. Jesus said, ‘Out of the abundance of the heart [the] mouth speaks’ as taken from Luke Six verse Forty Five. A critical heart produces a critical tongue. A self-righteous heart produces a judgmental tongue. A bitter heart produces an acerbic tongue. An ungrateful heart produces a grumbling tongue.

“The words you speak will all depend on what’s filling your heart.”

But a loving heart produces a gracious tongue. A faithful heart produces a truthful tongue. A peaceful heart produces a reconciling tongue. A trusting heart produces an encouraging tongue.

So fill your heart with grace by soaking in your Bible. Soak in Matthew 5, or Romans 12, or 1 Corinthians 13, or Philippians 2. And be very careful taking in the words of death in the newspaper, the radio, the TV, or the blog.
And pray: ‘Set a guard, O Lords, over my mouth; keep watch over the door of my lips!’ as seen in Psalm One hundred and Forty One verse Three.

In conclusion, today, make your mouth a ‘fountain of life’. Be ‘slow to speak’ in general. Encourage more than you critique. Seek opportunities to speak kind, tenderhearted words. Say something affectionate to the loved ones at different times. Seek to only speak words that are ‘good for building up,’ that ‘give grace to those who hear.’

Be a person whose mouth is full of life.

Subconsciously I have come to learn a thing or two about myself.

Celine Dion’s ‘Don’t Let Me Be The Last To Know’ plays soothingly in the background that is the headphones that adorn my head. And I can’t help but draw some parallels in the way I have handled some jobs, men, friends, girlfriends, and milestone challenges that needed me to make a firm yet grounded decision about whether to pursue or let live.

Usually that gnawing fear of the unknown outcome, should I choose one way, plagues my mind, and rocks the core of my being. The proverbial cold sweats kick in, and for the life of me, I have folded and walked away from all the above, although in no particular order.
The thing about 2015 is, no more miss goodie two shoes.
I want more. I refuse to make any apologies for what it is that I want.
I will fight for my peace of mind.

I am living like everything depends on me, primarily because the reality of it all is finally sinking in.
I move into my new home this week, and can see my first few months spent on the floor, with my books, a carton of water and crackers until I am able to do more with this new found personal space.

Live. Love Lead.
Till next time,

Easy does it  🙂

Just when I thought I had it all in my stride…

I saw my ex at this new joint in town, with his madame…I wanted to leave as soon as I got there,but my girl convinced me otherwise. After one drink, I saw them leave, which kinda relaxed my urge to leave the party. I held it together until today, I’m in traffic, and it occurs to me that he’s moved on,and I’m still thinking…hurting…I broke down, tried to keep from ramming into the vehicle ahead of me as i had to repeatedly wipe the salty drizzle from my eyes…
And I don’t want to hear about, ‘time will healall wounds’ I know that for crying out loud!
I just need to find my happiness again, i need to occupy my thoughts and memory with something a lot more profound. A part of me wants to hate him, with the hope that I will feel better…I can’t do it. I know I’ve moved on, I just need to find my spring…I want to laugh again, beam with pleasure from anothers’ compliments to me, time spent with me.
And I need my Mother to cut me some slack…I don’t need the constant reminder that I’m single. And no match-making, please. I need the transition to be as natural as possible for me.
Feel free to listen, understand then pour out some words of wisdom.
Till next time, easy doe it

My week’s start…

Another week begins and I’ve got only one of 6 assignments covered. The other 5 are group assignments and the group members are the kind that make up the list, do zilch, and yet expect a free grade.
My work-out gets better by the day. Today’s triple set of 10’s abs crunches have me abuzz, I got to class in time,, listening to Regina Belle off a Walkman while I wait for the lecturer to show up.
Whilst watching tele last night, I learnt about the Freegan lifestyle where some people in New York pick food and furniture from the trash! Don’t be grossed out. These guys go through trash from hotels dumpsters, coffee shops, supermarkets….and the stuff that gets thrown out, like packs of milk a few days from their expiry date 4 days earlier, or  a pack of eggs thrown out because one was cracked…all this makes for loads of food, and these people pay an average of $10 a week on food, how cool is that?!
I’m giving it some thought, however the thought of trying to get you guys on the same thought train might attract reactions such as “Shaaa! Bandaba batya?!”
Till next time, easy does it.