tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36036270915301839972024-03-18T21:24:21.896-07:00ronaldthegreatronald bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11223148960979949327noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603627091530183997.post-20229440570503791062012-01-16T04:04:00.000-08:002012-01-16T04:04:13.353-08:00 IS UGANDA OURS OR YOURS !!!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>Ugandan economy is alarming, the inflation rate is galloping, the standard of living is miserable, the employment level is frustrating, the corruption level is galloping, the leaders are very deaf, they can not see anymore, they can not read any more but they can only afford to eat from the collapsing economy.</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>Ministers are having endless expensive holidays, they are claiming for expensive privileges like cars, jets to mention but a few, they have built expensive complex masons, hotels and personal roads, their children study from complex schools, where there is no dust, no noise, their children use jets to go to school, the rights of their children are observed, they can afford at least twenty meals in an hour, whereas the poor ones we can not afford a penny in a week, we are left behind and exploited, our parents are left and so we the children.</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>However, one day, this economy, this country will be run by the peasants and so the country will be for common people.</b></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>ronald bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11223148960979949327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603627091530183997.post-62217397428586527352011-07-11T01:32:00.000-07:002011-07-11T01:44:15.493-07:00INFLATION IN UGANDA.Hello my dear friends, <div>I am wangaya Ronald as always i have come with new item to share on, Inflation in Uganda is threatening the living condition of the people, life is so costly, that people have resorted to sharing alone, hence distorting our hospitality, transport cost are so and the roads are poor, we are not safe !</div><div>What should we do? its the question to ponder ! we need a lot money to buy a tiny item, this makes people to be discouraged to work.</div><div>A lot of injustices like theft is threatening to increase in future ,if at all this condition goes on, as this people will take this as an option to survive under hard condition. The rate of HIV AIDS is most likely to increase as people are going to take on prostitution as a supplement on their incomes to meet their needs of life.</div><div>School is so costly, we the students our guardians and parents have to upload us with a lot of dime to survive at school, of which gets down loaded so fast due to this inflation.</div><div>Are we safe ???????</div><div>From wangaya Ronald. Uganda christian university in Uganda.</div>ronald bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11223148960979949327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603627091530183997.post-28746028700527948452011-02-10T20:40:00.000-08:002011-02-10T20:52:05.585-08:00Ugandan politics.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztlhvTtB8xN9nlcfTaFJFwLLhyphenhyphen4B6kK6vhKUHS0shMGCAkiC3nfGP3sn_KXwh8kXqWwV_VFB13p2cmgLvtn3L_VSuAMhckGIV5dOlHk4AyjiiLNL5ACnkTmuYvYfiJIh9IwYV6xctY91p/s1600/DSCF2224.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztlhvTtB8xN9nlcfTaFJFwLLhyphenhyphen4B6kK6vhKUHS0shMGCAkiC3nfGP3sn_KXwh8kXqWwV_VFB13p2cmgLvtn3L_VSuAMhckGIV5dOlHk4AyjiiLNL5ACnkTmuYvYfiJIh9IwYV6xctY91p/s320/DSCF2224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572289856110462738" /></a><br />I ma wangaya ronald, i happy of being a ugandan, but i think there is a reason as to why i am a ugandan , maybe i need to do some thing good for our country together with others.<div>So i urge all ugandans to be straight minded a vote competent leader but not parties.</div><div>Long live Uganda, i was shaped by Europeans way of politics most especially in Norway, Germany, Denmark and Switzerland. </div><div>S0 i call upon all African people to be people of responsibility in their countries.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div>ronald bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11223148960979949327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603627091530183997.post-34040047541541435622010-08-14T00:07:00.000-07:002010-08-14T00:20:43.181-07:00Blue lizard<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj96fM9I4pN3EWLy8682ADioFCWrZbJWg9j2V2qKBcua5Zvxb0nTbe2FNXGrWMtgj5O54ampQHbhrKumsZUel86cIGk9cHStvyHczCcrp4Wyg3hgWf6_fBZzjLeYfn2OlST1JHejbTyRKf/s1600/9726_101997063153119_100000284779982_51693_2691577_n.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj96fM9I4pN3EWLy8682ADioFCWrZbJWg9j2V2qKBcua5Zvxb0nTbe2FNXGrWMtgj5O54ampQHbhrKumsZUel86cIGk9cHStvyHczCcrp4Wyg3hgWf6_fBZzjLeYfn2OlST1JHejbTyRKf/s320/9726_101997063153119_100000284779982_51693_2691577_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505162022344369442" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Today its a world of blue lizards, unless your a blue lizard it may be very difficult for a green lizard or brown lizard to penetrate into that section. Today like in Africa, Uganda in particular, uniless your known some where by someone , you can be easily be denied your opportunities because you do not look others, inmost cases if your of a low status. So in other words i am trying to mean that there is favouritism and discrimination in most cases move together. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"> In europe, there is fear for strangers. Unless your known very, you will be highly daubted . I think this normal but when i was in Scandinavian countries, it came out so strange, only families move put with their family members, and their close friends only .Ha Ha !! In uganda, its different, we matching out with people even if we do not know them very well.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"> This world have its own cultures and some are so interesting while othets are sos scaring . But if want to just move out of your room</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"> and you will discover the rest and you will witness the greatest of all.</span></div>ronald bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11223148960979949327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603627091530183997.post-17307925093030898152010-02-26T23:25:00.000-08:002010-02-27T00:22:28.612-08:00Norwegian cultural shocks Now<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKmEYh_-ZNDYtLpx1WU3F64nM3S1DT9DJODsiXlwEAVklL0aOXudbEPYKoXZ28QyQDmWp305V-vZPQIqdbXMfB6hsspL1zxiHLzgQZe1kxQQrSqQ4YaCBIG9oX8KLNCNJ2mZvt7_-W9ehe/s1600-h/DSCF1044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKmEYh_-ZNDYtLpx1WU3F64nM3S1DT9DJODsiXlwEAVklL0aOXudbEPYKoXZ28QyQDmWp305V-vZPQIqdbXMfB6hsspL1zxiHLzgQZe1kxQQrSqQ4YaCBIG9oX8KLNCNJ2mZvt7_-W9ehe/s320/DSCF1044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442827869576038978" border="0" /></a><br />Norway is a scandavian country, it belongs to sister states like sweden, Denmark and finland. it has a good international relationship with other countries. That is of course good<br />Now i have fined almost six month in Norway in the southern part of the country called kristiansand. Yeah ! it ia nice city with the population of people equivalent to one of my trading centres in the village . But people seem to be so happy about this countable people who match along the city streets at a rocket speed.<br /> Now it is monday, i do not go to work, i say now let me go the town may be i can see many new interesting things. I have to take a bus, from my apartment. Which is may six minutes drive in the bus. I have to hurry to the bus stop otherwise the bus drivers seem to be having no compassion, have to hurry running from my home to the bus stop otherwise even reaching there two seconds late, you get when the bus has just left, you will see it trailling ahead of you in few metres even the driver will notice that indeed you were going to take the bust but he will not stop at all.<br /> Why is it so !!! ahhhhh me at home gateway, akamba, elgon flyers, taxis, boda boda, they wait for me, i am the boss, but here the bus is the bus, .<br />In other words, i mean keeping time is so crucial and cruel in Norway. One day i was embarrased, i have been invited on the big ceremony, i have to prepare well, i have sharpaned my apetite, actually i have to have a speech at the ceremony, but later every thing turned into a fiasco as well as a disapointment after the bus had disorganised me.<br /> I was putting on my suit to go and fit in this great ceremony, but as soon as i reached the bus stop, i saw the bus which is take just closing the door setting off. I tried to run and call the bus driver but in vein he only looked at me and shut the door, ehhhh !!! now what do i do ? do miss the ceremony nooooo!!!! i can not miss it. My be i have to wait for another bus, but when is it coming ? may be i have to check on the time table for buses, oh !!!! my God !!! the next bust comes two hours later iihhhh !!!! what a hell the next bus comes when the function is even finished, ok i try a tax, only the price of a taxi it is God who knows.<br /> I had to miss the function !!!!!!<br /><br /> Socialogy in Norway.<br /> Ahhhh !!! this is a real cultural stroke but a shoke, my friend, in Norway people`s lips are glued up, they move with security on guard, they move on gun point, be cause people move straight forward, no one looks behind when moving it is not so common, people do not talk my friend ! i do not know why, in the bus, people prefer lonely seats, why ? This is my experience, in uganda, we prefer to be where people are, we prefer to meet and talk to stranger, and intaract, but here it is up side down people are shy, they are skeptical, they are always and mostly dressed in black jackets along the streets zooming besides one another they are always either texting messages or listening to ipods or talking to phones for a long time.<br /> If your lucky, then you can get a very a cute smile from some one and do not expect more that that. You may be so happy and think this person is so interested in knowing mle and may be i tal to him or sit near him in the bus, waaaaaahhhh!!!! if you go there and sit next to him, he will prestend to be welcoming but inside him self he will be asking him self many question.<br /> Who is this person ? where is he from ? why did he take this bus the same like me ? ahh !! why is he dressed like this ? But why did he come to sit with me ? Any he will extend and create for you a seat to sit with him or her. But should there be a space any where in the bus, this person will leave you and go and sit there iiihhhhhh ! i am i smelling ? did touch him ? i am shabby ? do i look bad ? any way you not know what is the truth.<br /> At first, i thought it happens to internationals but later, i discovered even a Norwegian to a Norwegian they experience the same situation. I do not know if it is a challenge to them be cause, they all almost do it but not every Norwegian.<br /> In norway, when you enter the bus, you rather ask for permission to sit with some one, it is like uganda where you just go and sit any where with any one. Here you may irritate some. Since they are shy, they may not tell you but it worthy to ask inskyul kun jeg sit ved deg ? please can i sit near you ? in other word, and chances are minimal, some one can give you a red card not to sit with him and yetother place are filled up. Please be humble and stand untill there will be space for you after some people have gone out.<br /> i was from Vennesla, i was from work, i enter in the bus while rocking my music from the mp3<br />i just put my bus card to the squared machine at the entrance of the bus and i entered in the bus, unfortunately, the seats were occupied, eeehhhhh !!! what do i do, where do sit now ? oh i can there is a girl, there sitted but ther is a free seat just next to her. Of course i can take that !!! with happiness hey ! can i sit near you No ! ihhhh ehh may be she did not hear me well excuse me can i sit near you ? please. No i said no oh my God but the sit is free. i wondered why. She just looked at me and did not sympathies with me at all. so i had to stand and i was responding to all gears as i kept on dancing in the bus.ronald bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11223148960979949327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603627091530183997.post-83284009353917825142010-01-07T03:39:00.000-08:002010-01-07T03:53:09.651-08:00Year 2010 we need physical change.What is the the best way to change the peoples lives who are living with no hope and peace in this world. I know it may sound so unbelievable to some people if i say that in some parts of the world, people have no peace in the mind, they are living deads, they need our efforts, we need a combined efforts to do some thing for them.<br /> It does not really cost a lot to change ones life, it can be done in different ways, you do not have to count what you have before you can can take the intiative.<br /> I have stayed in Norway for this considerable period of time, i was puzzled with the way how mentally handcapped people are cared for, i feel i need to do some thing for them, i feel i should do it , God is there for us all , we should help each other, we should come together and make a team, we can change the world, what may come! we can do it and it is possible in all spheres of life.<br /> I was perplexed, i was really amazed, i really want peace, i do not want to see poverty, it is bad, to be poor, we should all divorce poverty, just, in your budget, it can mental or physical budget please add and consider some one some where.<br /> From Ronald from uganda.ronald bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11223148960979949327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603627091530183997.post-14701216476555375892009-12-22T02:07:00.000-08:002009-12-22T02:21:05.231-08:00snow Again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBA_5JZia3t9_CUrni0ymCVRFCcCQ8mCktZ9QV5MTWWyxc9_cOd9PiqIDYWpFQp2jcU368yhZ1uBnfSy-j-hBqLqK6QTn9s4eluvPk7VxNFICnU5awGYe7Okm3QFfUCzYSThRwY9x67v7u/s1600-h/IMGP1633.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBA_5JZia3t9_CUrni0ymCVRFCcCQ8mCktZ9QV5MTWWyxc9_cOd9PiqIDYWpFQp2jcU368yhZ1uBnfSy-j-hBqLqK6QTn9s4eluvPk7VxNFICnU5awGYe7Okm3QFfUCzYSThRwY9x67v7u/s320/IMGP1633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418002793269234866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwdwjEbwQ4zhZHBZsx0UrjoAdnnVjNzw8Hwrsn0xRsKhpXdZtHntXN09JYJPlRomwSdx7MXSpz2jr1LbrOyYKAN6YvES7sakvTYqmguMulO6sjvsWb5jzgGE5kWnQsAyWRTjYR7Iy50Obk/s1600-h/IMGP1642.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwdwjEbwQ4zhZHBZsx0UrjoAdnnVjNzw8Hwrsn0xRsKhpXdZtHntXN09JYJPlRomwSdx7MXSpz2jr1LbrOyYKAN6YvES7sakvTYqmguMulO6sjvsWb5jzgGE5kWnQsAyWRTjYR7Iy50Obk/s320/IMGP1642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418002442321209698" border="0" /></a><br />This is a wonder some weather to me, i have never seen snow before, it is etremely white, yesterday ,i went with victor down town, there were no people at all, people were indoor, they shun snow, i really like snow,i think i will miss it when i go back to uganda, perhaps i need to buy a bag and carry some to uganda,<br /> Snow is fun, bye the way, you can go skiing, skating, you can eat snow as desert,i like that when i invite my visitors like friends on sundays, then the shops are closed but i donot have toworry be cause there is dersert out side, i have to just pick my plate and go out and pick snow and dersert will be mad after food!!!!ronald bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11223148960979949327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603627091530183997.post-23964885920029427702009-11-27T10:25:00.000-08:002009-11-27T10:37:08.482-08:00Norwegian weather<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4KAm-sZpiqnLxN5qIwJiSqYDdFuGHu6fqMzWQHCTkdn2m9MOn3qAyAnwwsdAFhrJeveHQkTY5ggGkjYeg8mo4d7Py08pMzt3IDnsMdXnsNHYvfgTHBPD78BNzumWFYO8YdeyPVn4D_rI/s1600/IMGP0550.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4KAm-sZpiqnLxN5qIwJiSqYDdFuGHu6fqMzWQHCTkdn2m9MOn3qAyAnwwsdAFhrJeveHQkTY5ggGkjYeg8mo4d7Py08pMzt3IDnsMdXnsNHYvfgTHBPD78BNzumWFYO8YdeyPVn4D_rI/s320/IMGP0550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408854167991406754" border="0" /></a><br /> Hi of course i am ronald, i am impressed by the weather here in Norway. It rains non stop, it shines soldmely, it becomes dark when it is early ! what does it mean ? Does it mean that we have to go to bed early ? may be because it is dark, no one is out side that you talk to so may be it is the signal to report to bed.ronald bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11223148960979949327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603627091530183997.post-27156442900966392252009-11-03T04:21:00.000-08:002009-11-03T04:25:03.168-08:00What a thing !!Hey i am still gathering more information about the facts of life in my life. I know where i am coming from but i am not sure where i am heading . But soon i guess i am gonna get the answer.<br /> just a minute please.ronald bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11223148960979949327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603627091530183997.post-57929332402348617902009-10-29T16:09:00.000-07:002009-10-29T16:20:24.621-07:00Norway the land of contrast<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5MJ9cgKv3kbtW6ag14llKebyIxGWa4JC_qAm6tLmpwFoQMrOOuXZuk8ExAQBzHI04yEjJ27HR5kFVHCwdCEVGan4T7mfrCi61VsIPPun8EYV1tIU9kkX4Z_t8IVwzCUSh4XQxl0inRUc/s1600-h/IMGP0249.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398165385634145954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5MJ9cgKv3kbtW6ag14llKebyIxGWa4JC_qAm6tLmpwFoQMrOOuXZuk8ExAQBzHI04yEjJ27HR5kFVHCwdCEVGan4T7mfrCi61VsIPPun8EYV1tIU9kkX4Z_t8IVwzCUSh4XQxl0inRUc/s320/IMGP0249.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I am impressed about how norge is! it is very different but there is big difference than the difference that differs.</div>ronald bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11223148960979949327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603627091530183997.post-88037769809338681192009-09-17T11:21:00.000-07:002009-09-17T12:16:53.850-07:00The fastest route to the mountain is Zig Zag<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglNnlBN60zjJKCOntiDoukEZ1084jeDB9gQlP9XJenYoEHIx68wxWm81IVPm5Zh6eAScqVfgPNeMiJZvlo9BIMkXorQ4DjTjwCB7d5FS45VwUlEBXHZjs5qEIKp6oc9qEAHGSF52JCdSRy/s1600-h/DSCF6964.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 5px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382515918118334418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglNnlBN60zjJKCOntiDoukEZ1084jeDB9gQlP9XJenYoEHIx68wxWm81IVPm5Zh6eAScqVfgPNeMiJZvlo9BIMkXorQ4DjTjwCB7d5FS45VwUlEBXHZjs5qEIKp6oc9qEAHGSF52JCdSRy/s320/DSCF6964.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">My story about street children</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">My name is wangaya Ronald, i am a ugandan, i am twenty two years old and i was a street child for a long period of time.You know in uganda , there are a number of street children like in Mbale district where i come from. These children come on the streets due to hardships that they are facing in their homes like wars, drunkardness, poverty, death of parents to mention but a few.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">When these children come on the streets, they face a lot of problems like poor accomodation, lack of food, no parental care and they are stigimatised as being children of the prostitutes, as bastards, as carses , some are rapped others are being subjected to child labour.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">I wangaya Ronald who is talking now, i have ever gone through all those challenges.I have both may parents, but this was not a gurantee to live a peaceful life.My beloved father takes a lot of alcohol and this makes him to ignore us .He refused to pay my school fees, he chased me away from home, he even vowed to kill me if i dare to to step in his compound.This came as a result of demanding for my rights like i wanted to go to school, he was to provide for me medical care becouse i was only thirteen years old so i could not afford that.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Unfortunately, he opted for a rough approach by chasing me away from home that i was disturbing him alot and i have no right to say that becouse i am just a mere child to him so i was to respect him by keeping mute.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">I remember that day very well, it was a sunday when people were matching down the road going to church at a place currently called mulatsi village in bukiende sub county in mbale district my home village .My beloved uncaring dad came to my hut with a small broken pang, a blunt axe raedy to destroy my life.I was sleeping in my hut when my dad came and stood near the door calling my name and threatening to kill me.I had no option, but God had option and quick solution for me.Where i passed from to rescue my life i do not know but what i can remember is that i was able to pass between his legs and i ran away.That marked the end of my existance in the village. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">I ran to town But the town was hoter than at home where i had ran from. I started living on the streets Oh no!!!! it is hard to explain becouse it makes me to start recaling all the challenges and the problems or the torture that i went through.This makes me to cry !!!!!!!!!</span> But now i have finished high school, i am here in Norway under youth exchange programe, i am now at hald international centre, soon i am going to study at university to become a lawyer!!!!!! Bravo!!!! God is great.The way i reached this level is very long i have just cut the story briefy. But life is all about how determined you are. </div>ronald bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11223148960979949327noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603627091530183997.post-1225649404987791562009-09-10T08:09:00.000-07:002009-09-10T08:41:29.210-07:00A friend in need is a friend indeed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZAKb-TVXS6SLzErSDetPkrJsVzcjgdD9aq4ACIGMosNxLdm-c6eZJjb9XEUJAXEPoZh_pV_a5RbqHzWQPinzW5OlZx9LeEGF1navyN5U3W0PWwKMrRsvvMLK_tmcE5cXVdkFL19XcgfV7/s1600-h/Ronald+uganda+031.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 6px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 2px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379863230508025138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZAKb-TVXS6SLzErSDetPkrJsVzcjgdD9aq4ACIGMosNxLdm-c6eZJjb9XEUJAXEPoZh_pV_a5RbqHzWQPinzW5OlZx9LeEGF1navyN5U3W0PWwKMrRsvvMLK_tmcE5cXVdkFL19XcgfV7/s320/Ronald+uganda+031.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>I am glad ,i have a great friend,she takes care of me,she introduces me to her friends, she ensures that i am doing well, i eat before she eats, she teaches me all the necessary things in life.Oh what a wonderful friend! Going to mountains she calls me to go with her, i even talk with her freely,i can joke, have games with her.People are different, but they are similar.</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi243f92CRr2nHT1t7MiqlExM9w15gsu1Fd_m2e920crcyR5HJTg_lfMpTqafob0kBLPJn5J8ltAOuqX5h1JqvmZl7XmngqaOiplK-VYCSUYlWn4zBxfZ4NZlClEId8QzcYn2kaBpgRglKS/s1600-h/Ronald+uganda+035.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 5px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379863841007939826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi243f92CRr2nHT1t7MiqlExM9w15gsu1Fd_m2e920crcyR5HJTg_lfMpTqafob0kBLPJn5J8ltAOuqX5h1JqvmZl7XmngqaOiplK-VYCSUYlWn4zBxfZ4NZlClEId8QzcYn2kaBpgRglKS/s320/Ronald+uganda+035.jpg" /></a>Last week, she called me to come and attend a norwegian wedding oh! it was so good,we climbed the most beautiful muntains in norway.She really care for me and i really care for her.We are different in skin appearance,but we are too close in thoughts.Oh ! i feel like metioning her name but i will have to keep it.Please my great friend, i really know that your so caring to and i really wish you the best of all in your life.</div><br /><br /><div>I was amazed by her parents the way they welcomed me. I really feel i am totally part of their family,i shared on the table with them,chat,feel so free.Oh! your such a good friend.</div><br /><br /><div>By unald.To be understood by the concern</div>ronald bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11223148960979949327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603627091530183997.post-16803853029063119002009-08-28T05:34:00.000-07:002012-01-16T04:07:58.501-08:00First time at hald international senter<div>
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This is my personal preview about my first day at hald internal senter in mandal in norway.</div>
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I may sound so focussing on the one`s mind, but the fact is that when i landed at hald, i was impressed with the nurture of the hosts.They really welcomed us warmly and i was really happy of that.Immediately after a short stay with in the compound,we were welcomed to the most well organised rooms to have a refreshment.</div>
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Hi i am Eirik.one of the staff who works as link between the students and the teachers introduced himself to me.Oh i am ronald i replied.Rrrunald?yah i am ronald,i am from uganda,he glance aside and recalled.Oh which part of uganda do you come from?he asked.i come from mbale from the project called child restoration outreach.</div>
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Do you like norway?he inquired.yah! i replied immediately.How do you find the weather?is it verycold?.Yes ofcourse. I then possed for a while as i was think for the most sounding answer to reply him.</div>
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Is it very cold? come on ! he demanded.I showered a mild smiled as i was gathering his mind.It is good.</div>
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