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...