WHY ENCOURAGE DIFFERENT COLOURS IN KARAMOJA?

“The golden opportunity we missed” has, to me, now become the golden opportunity we reaped! Is there anyone who disputes this fact?  Yes, I mean, we picked a lot from the message that John Bosco Ngoya unwrapped from his Karimojong heart last week after attending a ‘family’ ceremony in which sons, daughters and elders of the semi-arid state had converged to celebrate the survival of one of the sons.

 

Thanks are to God! The boy escaped a real national disaster. His name is Maj. Okidi, the UPDF pilot that survived death early this month. Don’t forget - the debacle claimed seven lives of fellow countrymen. The combatants encountered this mess in Kenya, when the plane crashed. They were heading to that failed state –Somalia...for a wrestle with the mighty Al-Shabab militants. So the thanks-giving ceremony was really a welcome thing. Thanks to Oscar, Amuno and all other living things that crafted the event. I didn’t attend it, but I hope all those who attended the thing went with the ‘prayer heart’ of God and not that ‘cursing heart’ of God’s lost son - Lucifer.

For the uninformed; some dirty exchange of written dycentry came up after this prayer opportunity for the lucky pilot. It was something that took place in Kampala any way. Ngoya John Bosco stated this of the party:
  

"Dear Sons and daughters of Karamoja,

Oscar Kanyangareng, sometime last week placed an open invitation for a great many of us to attend the thanksgiving prayer to be held at Victory Church for Major Okidi, the only pilot who made it to Somalia amidst the accident that rocked the nation a short while ago.  I thought this was an opportunity for us to celebrate this wonderful achievement as a region and probably galvanize our efforts around this event while strategists could be crafted in to see how to move Karamoja forward.  The service went great with the pastor blessing all the leaders and praying for the nation.  However, the reception turned a little off the mark since it turned into an Abim district affair (Ethur), a clan thing.  Got disappointed and walked out. I started cogitating, "When shall the Karimojong forget of these petty divisions and rise above the ....ness? Not sour graving but just wondering when we shall have a new breed of Karimojong (I hope the Ethur are Karimojong) galvanizing others for greater courses of action."

In my view, Ngoya’s outburst above is crucial because; it gives us a chance to identify the problems we have, but most importantly, I feel the message also gives us a chance to shoot the breeze on solutions for grievances at hand, so that we can make our Karamoja a better place to live in. Unfortunately, some people have chosen to take it wrongly. Some have gone personal, others are shouting simply because they crave to defend that -their Mammy’s food is best. Even those who have read wheelbarrows of books are engaging in this stupid tag. What for?

For me, a person who speaks out his mind is no enemy. He is actually a true friend. But one who represses issues at heart is enemy number one! When we tend to over-defend ourselves, we tend to sound guilty. Some people have made Ngoya’s statement look like a legal battle where lawyers have to scratch hard to ensure a win. In this way, some ungrateful friends have wrongly depicted Ngoya as a villain; others have simply exposed their weaknesses. Reading through the mails, I was able to identify probable traitors and credible Karimojong; –kudos Dr. Limilim, bravo to you Mark Ilukol! Thanks Oscar for your humble and clarifying remarks, but also JBN, let the free thinking roll on.

What is wrong with stating that there is divisionism in our region and probably suggesting that we need to sort it out? In fact, let me add that the thing is there and it may eat us up one day for as long as we are timid to quash it out. Do we need president Museveni to declare that Abim is a different region? Even if that is done, clan conflicts will still develop, then family clashes will grow, then we go back to live the life of lonely dangerous warriors in the bushes! Are we going forward or are we shrinking?

Some time back, I applied for a job in one of our districts and got shortlisted. But stress! The pain from common talks like to segregate according to; ngitoburit, ngimatheniko, ngibokora, ngidotho, ngijie, ngipian, ngitepeth, ngipokot...disheartened me! I did not attend the interview because I saw it as wastage of time, money, knowledge (that I could pour in front of the panel) and wastage indeed of integrity (as I felt the gang in the panel would look at me with prejudice).

The bottom-line:  The region is infested with tribalistic propensity and we should encourage talking it out, for it is only what we are told and we know that we can work on. What we don’t want to know will remain a problem for ever. Finally, I must boldly mention that Ngoya gave his view freely; Oscar gave a clarifying statement on the issues raised by Ngoya, but no! JB Amuno and Sagal Abraham, you traded in written dysentery. In your statements you went personal and you did not suggest any genuine solution...

Praises for you all.

TELL MAMA JANET: TAKE THE MODERN VILLAGE PROJECT TO THE TEPETH

Nakapelimen modern village for the poor in Moroto District

At the beginning of this month, some 11 people including a child died in Tapac Sub County of Moroto district –courtesy of changa (crude alcohol) and akoro(hunger). The UN World Food Program responded a week later by sending an emergency food supplies to the Sub County.

Before this crest hour, hundreds of Tepeth women, children and a few responsible men flooded the road via Loroo Sub County in Amudat into Kenya –into Alale of North Pokot district. These trekkers spent in Kenya, all the pennies they kept. They bought maize and other cereals that can be easily boiled for quick eating, for quick escape. Walking this long distance on an empty tummy, these Ugandans do not only lose too much energy, but health...death picks some along the way.

Others took their hunger to changa. This drug enters into this part of Karamoja illegally. The consumers call it “Sironko” because it comes from Sironko and Mbale districts. In one of the community meetings I attended, some clear headed Tepeth elder referred to it as “the second gun.” He considers the number of deaths caused by the drug as coming only second to those caused by the AK47 machine.

To my surprise, the dealers in changa in Tapac are not Tepeth. They are from Mbale and may be Sironko. Some are from Tororo. These dealers are teetotallers. They even spit aside as they serve their victims, –the hungry Tepeth populace. Then it is the marble trucks for Tororo cement that carry the changa all the way to this destination of ‘the poor and the ignorant.’

I spoke to David Omido, Tororo Cement Manager for Logistics and Utility based in Moroto mining site about the scenario. He said: “The trucks are not for Tororo cement, they are for individuals who only get contracted by the company to do the transportation of lime-stones”, Omido added that, “I tried to intervene by checking the trucks and pouring the alcohol some time back, but I was largely condemned by the whole community - especially the consumers as an enemy of people”. Omido also counts the losses on laxity on the side of government authorities. That leaders of the people are not protecting them. That the alcohol dealers are simply taxed and allowed to sell the killer thing!

However, the recent loss of lives and prevalence of hunger in Tepeth land seem to have rung alittle bell. Local leaders; politicians, elders and a few enlightened youth have launched an abrupt mobilisation of communities for land preparation for agriculture –for next year! One reason the Tepeth have floated in chronic poverty despite their fairer weather status is their way and places of settlement. They live atop the mountain. They show seeds on rocks, thus; most seeds shrink off. Some get eaten up by birds and others get washed off by erosion.

Currently, the Tepeth have agreed and started a process of slopping down the hills. In their hundreds these people are today clearing vacant land downhill for agriculture and eventual settlement. According to the Sub County LCIII chairperson, Peter Loboot, the community are encouraged by the construction of the Sub County headquarters, the building of schools and health units that are ongoing but on the flat land. Other developments include the establishment of a police post and the presence of about three army detaches.

“We have decided to convince our people to slop down from the mountain and develop these too much land available down.” Loboot said, “We also want our people to take advantage of the land for large scale crop growing, instead of wasting energy planting seeds on the rocks and nothing comes out of it every year”.

In my very own opinion, this is just the right time for government and other concerned development partners to come in and help this Ugandans. May I call upon the Firstirst Lady and Minister for Karamoja Affairs to visit the Tepeth and chat with them a better way the government can give them a hand. I mean, the modern village project of Mrs Museveni could be the best deal in this part of Karamoja. To be honest with the world, some of the poorest Karimojong are the Tepeth forging life on top of Mount Moroto in this modern time, in this modern country.

 

Let somebody pass this information to Mama Janet. Let her secure some three modern villages for the Tepeth. The villages are doing well in Nadunget, Nakapelimen and Nakapiripirit. Let her close her eyes and throw some behind the mountain, who knows it might encourage the Tepeth to come down. Who knows, it might support some security interventions of government –if they come to the plane...I meant -make the people safer security-wise. Finally, I don’t speak for the Tepeth, I speak for the nation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

DEATH; PAINFUL FAMILY DEATH, I CRY MTN, I CRY STANBIC

His wife died last week, he buried his child yesterday- yes, just yesterday and he passed on today. The circumstance for his demise is a sticky one. Why? It’s like a taboo to talk its detail in today’s motherland. But middle aged Lokuth was shot dead at about 6:45 am this Wednesday.

Flanked by three colleagues, Lokuth had gone to harvest charcoal for survival when anonymous gunmen rained bullets on them. Another man also shot did not die; now in Moroto hospital (may his soul remain with him). Two women in this ill-fated charcoal team managed to scatter safely. The incident took place near Nadiket in Loputuk parish along–Tapac road/Moroto- Kitale highway. Residents of Loputuk are in tears, they blame it all on the Tepeth.

Last month Government alerted local authorities in Tapac Sub County on the impending second round of Disarmament in the area.  Sure, the removal of guns from Tepeth is necessary and should be taken seriously. Everybody recognises popular report that disarmament was certainly a success story in Karamoja, but it’s wise to also take it that the thing was not uniformly done. Tapac, a mountainous area wasn’t cleaned and this could suggest why mayhem has persisted here.

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Two weeks ago, a gentleman - my neighbour came back from the ATM machine crying. His balance had mysteriously reduced by Ush 700,000/=. He reported the pain to police. Now imagine- after customers paying things like; withdrawal fee, monthly service money, depositing /queuing stress...how can it be nice to lose more cash strangely from the account? The reason people flood the bank every end of month is not only because they are really broke, but rather some want to grab their hard earned salary before ghosts pick ‘theirs.’

Well, the people of Karamoja appreciate the presence of Stanbic bank in the region. At least the bank is here with us waiting for, though not helping Karamoja to develop. Others do not want to come and wait. They see no; tarmac, no electricity, no big businesses, no large employers as a threat to the banking service. But Stanbic people need to style up a little and stop dreaming that they monopolise business in Karamoja. How can three branches serve seven districts? There is need for every district to have a bank!

Currently there are employees who spend almost half of their salary in transport from their location to the banking branch every end of month. This is not fair to the working citizens although economically it is fair and lovely for the banking institution...reducing cost of rent, salary for human resource, taxes etc. Does someone think I have raised a wrong point?

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There is also this telecom network called MTN. I love it; like everyone does but their service delivery in Karamoja is sincerely wanting. People would not grumble so much about the blinking network if they had good customer services here in Karamoja. For instance the cost of replacing MTN sim card for a Moroto resident is about Ush 90,000l=. Why?

Although personnel trained to do this are alive and happy within Moroto, they will never spare their precious time to help you out. Thus, you end up travelling to Soroti to replace MTN card where you will part with Ush 50,000/= for transport and spare Ush 30,000/= for accommodation and feeding. Another Ush 5000/= will be required to get police letter before thinking about the Ush 3000/= you must pay in replacement fee.

The point is MTN customer care in our Moroto and I think the whole of Karamoja is too poor. The

company staff communication with subscribers is that of a snob living in a village of the poor. They command, deceive and really condition people. Yet not all the services are even readily available; for instance the internet gadgets deal is so pitiable. MTN internet modem in Moroto costs three times one would pay for it in Soroti or other towns and you can’t even easily find the thing. On phone charging provision, I have heard several customers cry that batteries get changed if you go charging at MTN office in Moroto.

However, the Mobile money service is doing smart; probably because the deal has been given to several business people who are committed to respect customers in order to make more money. I suggest MTN bosses concerned need to restructure and improve services in Karamoja. Otherwise, there is a likelihood of losing more and more customers as competitors take advantage, for instance am very sure there are hundreds of people seeking to replace their lost sim cards, have failed and just given up because there is no one to help them out.  Please MTN do something!

APOSTLES OF JESUS SEMINARY NEEDS OVERHAUL

Do not stay in a place for donkey years and then when you leave, there is no story to tell. This week I served myself with the opportunity to tour around. I want to know Moroto better. The places visited this time are two schools; Apostles of Jesus and St. Mary Nadiket minor Seminaries. They are two big secondary schools Moroto district is obviously proud of.

Apart from the latter which is visible from the Moroto-Kitale highway, Apostles of Jesus is somewhat hidden at the corner of the mountain –and I had not known the school before. My two wheel ride machine did me the service on this one bright Thursday morning and I made it up to Apostles of Jesus.

On my way to this priests’ training school, I met Peter Lokoru a peasant who lives in the neighbourhood. Peter was from across the highway pulling thorns for fencing his orchard. Peter is a very loquacious and jolly old man in his sixties. He told me the little he knew about the school. That the missionaries built it when he was already a big boy and added that there were great benefits the community enjoyed during the old good days when the white man was still in charge...

Indeed, the school must have been good in its ‘childhood’ days. The structures are really ambitious, but it seems there are no more go-getting forces to help in realising the white man’s initial dreams for the institution. The conditions of living for both teachers and students at Apostles, I suspect must be really sad although the people living the life here might not be realising it!

I saw five old -well planed teachers’ houses abandoned. These structures now stand alone outside the wall fence housing the schools’ current blocks. The teachers’ quarters would not really need much money to put it right again, but teachers of Apostles live in the ghettos inside the wall fence. Even students have better accommodation than these teachers. I sympathise with those teachers who live near the church house. They look like visitors. They look like new servants of God freshly tempted from the kingdom of Satan. As if they have to stay closer to the giant church for better indoctrination so they cannot fall back to their former master.

Even classroom blocks are really doing badly at Apostles. They resemble old rocks. They can roll down any time and cause havoc like the Bududa devastation. We just count on good soil and the fair terrain we live in, in Karamoja.  I walked in some walk ways inside the school and the environment in general suits reading. The trees, the mountain breeze and the constant flowing water from St. Lawrence River atop mount Moroto makes this place a perfect milieu for brain grooming.

Another impression I got about this seminary is the fact that it is a cosmopolitan school. Unlike most schools in our Country, Apostles has students from Tanzania, Kenya, Uganda and... I could have asked the director. He wasn’t there. I spoke to a young S.2 boy from Tanzania. Alfonse is much disciplined, he welcomed me and I told him what I am; a plane visitor who wants to know about the school. Little Alfonse was the only soul I could speak to inside the school. Even teachers were not seen although shirts were hanged to dry near their ghettos- near the church. But I got to know that the school’s enrolment is just 147, a figure that would be for a single stream at my Kabalega S.S.

Students of Apostles also practice fair politics. I looked at their report for electororal commission and there was evidence of balance of power without any practice of tribalism and or any form of segregation although the world understands well that religious institutions are so good at drawing lines and are so involved in bad politics. At apostles this is negative! The school’s head prefect for 2012 -2013 is Wegalinda Patrick –he should be a Bantu, his vice is Manang Daniel Comboni, a boy from Karamoja. Prefect of time is Oolio Michael – this name is not Ugandan, his assistant is Logwe Gax Denis, a son of a nomad. Prefect of manual work is Sagal Michael, another son of the soil; Rutiwna Julian is the assistant prefect of manual work.

The other thing that both Apostles and Nadiket are failing in is to really make children humble themselves up to the last moment of their dreams- to become priests. Most of the boys who go to these seminaries today merely go to get knowledge to pass exams and to be taken seriously by the women of this world. Most of them are known drunkards and womanisers immediately they leave the seminary. Things are not true in the seminary schools today...Yes? No?

KARAMOJA MPS SHY AWAY AS ROADS ROT, EBOLA WILL KILL US ALL



Travellers stuck near Nakichumet along Moroto -Soroti road   

The subject of Karamoja roads again grabbed space in the media this week. The scoop was hauled out from the popular Moroto -Soroti road.  As I wrote here last week, travelling on this road has indeed become a nightmare.  NTV Uganda screened the story so the whole world got to know it and for me, it was wrong anticipation that Karamoja MPs would the next day go walk their statements of two months ago. I feared that the legislators would run straight for their divorce promise with the government whom they had blamed of being pigheaded on issues of roads and other essentials for the region.

Now unless am wrong; no parliamentary representative has so far made any noise on the media this time round. This is despite the over 20 vehicles that are stuck, blocked the road. Despite the fact that Moroto town has run short of food supplies like bananas, tomatoes and bread coming from Mbale. Also, children coming home for holidays from other town schools are being overcharged on transport and fuel exhausted from all stations in Moroto. Instead it was the RDC that raised concern this time through.

No speculations here, we all remember the government had called on the bulls who were trying to ‘let the dogs out’, and asked them to assure ‘people’ that some quick money would be borrowed from somewhere for immediate tarmacking of Moroto –Soroti road among other roads in Karamoja. We cannot tell if they were also told to keep quiet about the issue, or were they given something that makes one automatically stop talking about things that need to be talked about? All that is happening now is that they are not talking about this at media level, but may be when they are with individual electorates they might say exactly what they were told to be telling the ‘people’.

Well, am not trying to blame our hard working members of parliament, I just expected some other MPs to take on the debate, while key ones are still engaged. The truth is it has always been Moroto Municipality MP Simon Peter Rock Aleper (ASPRO) and the Matheniko representative Hon. John Baptist Lokii at the forefront of all struggles for Karamoja in the ninth parliament but, believe you me they seem to be very busy currently.

The duo had foreign trips with the president and possibly they are still working on some issues of international interest. ASPRO accompanied the big man to Ethiopia and JB was notified that he would fly with the same boss to Washington. Now let us not think that these guys have probably been compromised because of such important travel arrangements with them, let’s just believe that they are busy compiling reports needed for international affairs. But we should pray that they get back soon to the dance they opened for us...Please ASPRO and JB don’t leave us alone, come back home soon, very soon!

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Then there is this Ebola outbreak that came from western Uganda. It has already eaten people from the city and other places.  By blog time, about 16 people were already reported dead. Health experts say we shouldn’t shake hands as contact with affected people is one way the Ebola can spread. We should pray let this disease not come to Karamoja. Yesterday I passed Ebola news to the community I work with in the field and people cannot take it seriously. They took me for a town joker!

In Karamoja no one will be happy with you if you greeted them verbally. The culture of hand shaking is so strong. An old man said “emam edeke iriamuni yong ka akimala...” He was serious and said it with all the body language. That, “there is no disease one can get through greeting”. Now what shall we tell our traditional people? I know the genuine thing to do is for the District Health Officers (DHOs) to do some surveillance and sensitisation on Ebola as soon as possible. Are they doing it already? If not why can’t they start?

They can do a radio announcement, or send teams to all settlements so the people can be made aware of this killer disease and can try to adjust on some practices that can let us catch Ebola. Churches, schools, market settings and the like would be targeted with powerful messages to keep people alert. Otherwise Ebola will simply kill us all...

MORE THAN A JOURNEY TO HELL

The last pushing of our van after going past the stuck buses

We kicked it off at exactly 7:00am this cloudy Wednesday from Moroto town. We are travelling all the way to Jinja to enjoy some cool breeze from the Nile waters. After scrolling for about three hours, our van swallows water from the floods at Nakichumet and the engine gets pallid.

Peter the mechanic and the crap controller take some one hour to rectify the problem and Joseph, the Nissan patrol driver pulls the mini bus out. Another 20 minutes drive brings us to this deadly spot. Two Gateway buses are completely stuck at Iriiri. There seem to be no way through.

My team members are evidently angry and hungry. Richard the logistics man sacrifices some pennies from his pocket and buys raw cassava from a farmer boy in a nearby garden, and the travellers had to chew it raw because of hunger and the loss of hope of getting to any place where there is food. 

Close to 10 trucks are stuck on the way and small vehicles cannot penetrate too. It is especially this generator truck stuck near the bus bringing all the suffering now. Seeing as if there is no option, passengers mobilise themselves and push off this truck... now there is way for small cars to cross. A couple of the pickup trucks have crossed.

People again go livid over the behaviour of this other police officer. He has commanded that other cars should wait so a huge police Tata lorry can cross. He is not sensible and people are unhappy now because the Lorry looks weak and capable of blocking others forever! I don’t like him either although he has two big china phones. Why can’t he let other passenger vehicles pass first?

God has saved this man. I mean the police officer. The Tata has penetrated. Another imp! Our van driver is thinking more about his old machine than our time and energy wasted in pushing from behind, yet people are hungry and broke! How if Okwii did not have some money for buying raw cassava for the boys, what would push the car? This driver accelerates timidly as if he just learnt how to drive yesterday from his father’s backyard.

Now I know how tired Joseph must be. Using a winch more than six times just because the man being pulled fears accelerating when his old thing gets stuck. Another magic presents itself at some 10 minutes drive to Soroti town. The van’s engine stops and its door fails to open. Peter tries his head, the driver tries his brain, but to no avail. But they discover that the engine oil is finished, yet they have no stock in the car. The Nissan man again is sent ahead to go buy oil from Soroti. Since the door cannot open, passengers jump out through the driver’s door and some through windows. They look like calabash monkeys.

More wonders, heavy smoke is oozling from the van immediately the car starts moving after replacement of engine oil. Problem discovered...poor drivers instead of putting six litters of fuel, they pour 10! We enter Soroti town like fire masters. The dark smoke attracts the attention of all living things in Soroti until these guys take the car to the garage for smoothening.

We landed in Mbale by 10:00pm and I failed to buy new under wares like planned. People were hungry but the appetite for anything edible was nowhere for everyone. After the refilling of fuel tanks, we set off and everyone is dead asleep excluding me and the driver. It is at exactly 2: 45 that we enter Jinja Nile Resort hotel.

It is an exotic hotel. From the first impression, the people working here must be very caring. Why? Although almost every one of us wanted to be shown a room to rest, the management said no, that not until everyone has had something to eat. I hurried up with salads, liver, pumpkin soup and a bottle of water before I was brought to this executive apartment. It has among other things; a Multi-system ORION digital TV and CNN was interviewing former British premier Tonny Blaire when I switched on. Coffee is available in my room too. I will stay awake, not sleep. May be the next night I will compensate...

TEAM WORK IS A DIFFICULT GOOD THING!

Owiny & his work colleague Lotee have a refreshing time together 

Because of dissimilarity in self egos, uncontrolled prejudices, dire pride or mental ‘breaklessness’, we often find it not an easy thing to work together. Really difficult it is most times for human beings to work as a team; be it for a private firm, government workplace... I have pleasure in sharing a thing or two on this topic this dry week of a July. 

Life is like a road, I think. A new road for a driver, rider or even a pedestrian like me. When you travel a road for the very first time, many things apply; you will not know the location of a sharp killer corner, you will not understand that harms have been planted to control over speeding drivers. On a new road, it is difficult to tell that an Irish bridge that can make a car fly down - is existing at a location. The driver will also not realise this sudden highway that can cause a shocking crash of cars...

With the above on your mind I feel you will try to be a cautious driver on this life we live. So you will take your brother like a new road whose corners, harms, bridges etc cannot be told. Why? Because, you cannot tell if your brother will remain a wheelbarrow driver forever or some fortune will came from heaven and fly him to the land of cars! You will also take your poor workmate like a new road. Reason? You cannot know how fate can struck his door and make him learn faster and surpass you or how he can plunk his ass on a better job that might make him your boss. Yes, your boss!

I have heard stories of weak minded people talking ill about their work colleagues. “I would have enjoyed my work if it were not for the dog I work with”, “the problem is this guy is a fool, even if I tell him, he doesn’t understand...” such talks against a person you work with affects the work and affects your life. How?

When you expose what you think is a weakness of a workmate to other people you make people prejudge your colleague and the work he/she does. In this way, the people will derive little or no sense in what the colleague does, which interestingly is actually what you jointly do. The whole work of your team is affected here! Secondly, you will have a heavy heart every time because you are negative about anything and everything that your teammate puts in. How can you enjoy work?

Other people are on the breadline not because they sought that condition, but may be God wants it that way. Now if Owiny who owns a bike, two pairs of shoes and two of sandals puts Apangamuniyin on pressure because of his drought life, then Owiny is stupidly over speeding on a new road.  Who knows as the English say “every dog has its day” something might come from heaven and lift this guy whose life is dependent on hides and skin to the bread house and Owiny’s day might come to pass.

The bottom-line: Good team play is a thing that makes work sugar. We have weaknesses all over as human beings, but like they say one man’s weakness can become strength if that person gets to learn how to use that asset. I personally want to testify how I love my work because of the good understanding I share with the person I work with. As we traverse fields to implement development activities, I just feel every day is a refreshing one because of the positivity we have in working together.

Now next week me, my workmates will be travelling the bad roads off Karamoja to another destination for some refreshing, networking and friendly exposure. I trust that next week my blog will grow richer with new events that will catch my eyes. Am sure we shall have some hustle on Nakichumet road and spend some empty stomachs pushing the car and, and and...

But as the picture can prove up here, am a happy working boy. The ghetto in the tour destination is going to be shared ones, and am proud to reveal that I will share with the guy I work with... great weekend friends!