Surf the net like you are the latest stages of possession. You have missed the action and you cannot get enough of it so you sit at the PC and won’t budge for anything. You live in the backyard of the frontier village just before the edge of the world and everybody knows, no sane Web café entrepreneur will set up shop in such a God forsaken place.
Write one general e-mail to the 1000 people who’ve been stubbornly sending you mail during the time you’ve been away. Dudes when you don’t receive a reply the first three times, why bother with writing another “Are you there” e-mail? I guess some peeps like wallowing in rhetoric.
Cry with the forum members from the Kabinjans group. Budo Junior was in the news like… a long time ago but hey, when you’ve been a student there, you have friends who have a more than just faint memory of the school. There are friends who feel like BJS flows in their blood and they’ve been bitching about the sliding standards for ages.
Call up the various editors and tell them, with a barely concealed threat in the voice, that you are BACK. They had better wisen up and give you some new assignments. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta moonlight.
And in other news…
I have been reading and enjoying your accounts of what life means to the Ugandan blogging community.