Practice makes perfect, so we are told. What we are not told is that this rule has exceptions. That shouldn't be a surprise. If you've studied grammar in any language you must have encountered so many exceptions. What I'm trying to say, relationships and marriage are such exceptions from the rule "practice make perfect".

I can't get over the face people show me when I tell them I have no girlfriend. It is as if there is something wrong when a 23 year old university student is single. I don't quite get it. Perhaps it is one of those unwritten "rules" in society. When I tried to find out why I was always met with the reaction of suspicious shock, this is one answer I got. "You look like a guy a descent guy. The fact that you don't have a girlfriend could mean you have some serious issues." What I get from this is this; every descent guy is expected to have a girlfriend. Hmm...

Families are like fingerprints; there aren't any two that are alike. They are all different in many ways. However, there are things that are common with many families. Firstborns tend to take charge in parents' absence and last borns tend to be favored. Whichever family one is born into, there are things that come along with ones order of birth. For me, one of those is that I have a guardian angel for a big brother.

When I joined high school, it was the first time I was going to stay away from home for a long time. I went to Ntare, the school where my big brother, Josh was a senior student. It gave me a sense of security knowing he was around. Unlike other kids I wasn't afraid of bullying and teasing. When I was broke, I had someone close by that I could count on for break. His presence was a key element in transition into the new school.

Have you ever got to a point in life and you do not know how you got there? When you do things you never imagined yourself do, when you look in the mirror and can no longer recognize the person you see. I have been there. You're wondering how you got there, it's probably because you sold your soul.

Money, Sex, Power. Some people say these are the three most sought after things in the world today. I don't know how true that is but what I know is that a lot of people spend every waking moment of their lives pursuing them.

As humans, there are some things we are hard wired to desire. Some desires more subtle than the others but we all want them. Things like acceptance, approval, and yes, Love. Every human being want's these things.

One day when I was sharing dreams and aspirations with some friends, I mentioned how I hoped to be a writer at some day. One of them asked me how many books I read per week. With hesitation I answered "one". If I had been more precise, my answer should have been something like "zero point something of a book".

They must have thought of my desire to be a writer to be like the so many dreams we have for the future when we are kids. The kind we look back at and laugh. One of my friends told me that to be a good writer, one has to be a good reader. At the rate of less than a book a week, my dream may only amount to just that, a dream.

Until recently I thought, "I'm certainly not a good reader, but I believe I am a good observer and good thinker. Can't I still make a good writer?" I convinced myself it was possible.

During my time in high school, one of the things I really enjoyed was dancing. The rehearsals with friends, the performances on stage before crowds, it was all memorable, and quite a time of character building for me. When I first started, the gazing eyes of the crowd made me shrink inside. And those times I knew I didn't do it perfectly, I would beat myself up over it.

Everyday I strive to live by principle. One of those principles being excellence.  With me good enough is not good enough. And as a Christian, I am imitating a God of excellence.

Aiming for excellence can make perfectionists of us. When you are a perfectionist, often a lot of your resources are misdirected. You invest time and effort in details you don't need to. You set unrealistically high expectations.  Forgetting, many times in life it's not about the destination but the journey. The perfectionist often misses the joy of the journey.