Moments of silence often much are meant to commemorate sad events, souls departed from this world and lost loves; Mine, albeit a long one was for naught else but to commemorate the dynamics this day and age now offer. the dynamics of how easy it is to conceive yet how difficult it is to father a child. when i was young, my African parents told me, a child falls from the heavens. when I stopped believing this anymore, the story was morphed into children are bought at the market. life and discovery offered me a different story though, that of the biological events ranging from conception to birth. this my good friends is one dynamic.

Truths about us....

Super heroes exist only in comics-because we are told they are supper strong, fast and simply persons of genius. They that are good at heart in this world dare not even heroes, we call the humanitarian or some such dumb name. Why is it that we sit and watch, no matter the bad things that happen to them. Is it that we have forgotten to see the humane parts and aspect in every other person around us? Now i love words, i thrive in their existence and indeed bask in the blissful awe of their articulation-but words alone never in their time have solved anything, this is in allegiance to the popular adage that words with out action bear little or no fruit at all. Have we so much forgotten the look of hunger, anger, patience, pain, suffering, and above all the pleading look in the eyes of our brethren so much that we do not care? I think that that time has come again that we should look deep in to the eyes of these our people just so we should remember our selves.

i quit...

Come to think of it, being human is the single most frustrating thing any one can go through, what with being cordial to every one and saying good morning every now and then, good evening and giving compliments to people that do not actually deserve them. The problem is we are never allowed too be socially rude with out consequence. Now, if i were God(no blasphemy intended), i would first of all scrap all the rules of societal etiquette as we know them and institute my own. the first would be that we do not flatter any one for any reason-this is in actual sense to save us from having to kiss up to some people for reasons that often much are not worth it. Second would be that slap every person that compliments you because often much they are simply kissing up to you...often much telling you sweet nothings and lies disguised as truths. the ultimate though would be to look the other way when some one smiles at you because this is the beginning of all evil-the need to be cordial to every one that looks your way...

Are

The beauty of life is it's uncertainty, sometimes it surprises you in quite beautiful a way-yet at times, this same uncertainty is a beast that disappoints you. my heart is strong as that of an ox, my feet, as strong as those of the next man-yet day and night, both the joy and disappointments occasioned by this same beautiful intoxicating monster  every other day leaves me speechless and often much amazement and anger all at the same time. what God meant this for, i do not know, but beautiful or disappointing this uncertainty makes life a whole different and engaging experience-i simply can not imagine a life full of certainty.

When are we mature enough to die...?

At every point in our lives, we do things that in later times of our lives we end up disaprooving of an refering to as stupid and immature. It is apparently because a more mature version of us is the one sitting in judgment at this point in time, thus the dis-reputing of the earlier decisions we made in life. Maturity kills us thought-slowly squeezes the fun out of life leaving us simply an  old burnt out boring people( some wise guy some where must have said that)... however, when are we mature enough to die, and should we thus so choose simply because as we grow, we shall dis-approve...? i choose to forever be stupid; and besides, in the words of Mark Twain, we shall regret more the things we did not do twenty years from now than those we did.
                     I choose to be young

We shall be a city pon a hill...

And now that we stand at the precpice of our day, we are faced with a choice to make, to be right or wrong; we are faced with a dire need to choose right- for n this day, we shall be seen as city upon a hill, wherein all the decicisions we make shall be questioned and critiqued. This day we have failed to fathom the true essence of the anti homosexuallitybill, we have failed to fathom the true essence of the oil debate, we have failed to master the true essence of the presidential term limits. Staying true to our selves is one way; conforming to the standards of others to survive this day, and thus live to fight another day is another. In these hearts of ours, we shall choose, choose about things we ourselves are not sure of; hopefully, we are ready to live with the consquences...

She always smiled at me,

I always smiled at her.

We spoke as often as could

And were indeed cordial and civil.

All humanity though can testify,

Stand before the world and admit

To the masks we wear and truth deny.

The masks hiding the shades of our eye,

The textures of our faces…

The true stance of our lips

And  the true emotions we have.

It is funny how humanity pretends;

Pretends and chooses to forget things past.

It is indeed funny how humanity wears a mask-

A grin when actually sad,

Polite talk to disguise the tensions,

And polite smiles so as not to seem rude.

              poet...

This is pretty much the story of any people...after we do something silly and there are tensions between us. My mask is indeed a smile...what is yours

Apparently, in the ugandan setting, we depend so much on international aid and as soon as things get tough, the aid though is meant to be refunded as soon as things get tough, and apperently, for Victoria Vniversity to re-attain their previous affiliations, we are supposed to be more welcoming to the gay fraternity and indeed allow them to walk down the aisle. am proud to call her my motherland; but it is frustrating to call her my motherland when the leaders can't realize that there are better ways to get finances than to suck up to some other country...let us borrow a leaf from Rwanda,...i am frustrated...