Yesterday they voted. Today they decided. I woke up today with a slight feeling of trepidation that United Kingdom will not be United Kingdom anymore. It is safe to say I was wrong. I was worried that the first minister, Alex Salmond had done the unthinkable, caused a separation of the old, tried and tested sense of family. But I am glad I was wrong. I am among those people (banks, politicians, international business and the 'silent majority') that are beyond glad that this debacle is behind us. (For now, I know that this is far from over)
You might be wondering what an African, one in a dusty city such as Kampala is doing thinking about an election that happened all the way across two continents and a sea. But let me tell you I have always had a keen eye for certain things. Some people call me a bloody observant and ugly little shit for knowing certain things. Mind you, I am the first to admit when I do not know something (as long as it is not frightening).
Anyhow, back to the matter at hand, Scotland voting. I am glad they vted no. Not because it affects me, but because like Gordon Brown said, there is no turning back. You see the United Kingdom is like a house full of kids. You have England, the snobbish over-the-top and over bearing eldest sibling that wants everything nice and clean. Then you have Wales, the second born child that is slightly envious of child one and eager to show him up in whatever event. And of course there is Scotland, the rebel in the group. he wants things his way and hungers for all the attention in the world. The last child is the silent child, the youngest darling of the lot, who is treasured but not treasured, Northern Ireland.
You see the beauty about family in all cases, is that family will annoy you, pester you, freak you out and at one point or another remove those walls of self righteousness that you have erected (Hello England before yesterday's vote) Family has the ability to arouse your deepest passions and desires to the world (cue in the Scots) In some instances, family has a way of shutting you up and drowning your voice among the gnarling crowd of demands (Raise your hand little child, Northern Ireland) and in some cases, usually the most, family has the ability to force you into fierce competition (Wales, always out for English blood)
But one thing remains, family bonds despite all the hardships and bad news, is unbreakable. Even when you are at odds and vow never to talk to one another, you will sit down on the table and talk like a bunch of uncaring fools.
Wednesday, 13 August 2014
It has been ages since I pestered you with my rumblings. There is no excuse for leaving you to fester and even possibly forget about me. But in three simple words...I AM SORRY. But nonetheless thank you for daring to look into the mind that is fragile and wondering.
Life. It is something that we all take for granted. It is something that we all seem to not care about. Every morning you see people drag themselves from their beds out into the world to do whatever it is that they do. You see them trying to mask their anger at life with simple smiles and phrases. (Keep in mind what the late robin Williams said about a smile being a mask)
Anyway, just this ugly Wednesday morning I found myself on the highway, driving to work. It was still dark and the sun was yet to come out, but I can tell you it felt like all of us were in a Need for Speed game. So while overtaking a line of five cars, I saw a puppy up ahead. And yes I tried to slow down to avoid it, but it was just my luck. I could not dodge the little innocent creature.
The moment my car went bump and I realised what I had just done, my heart clenched and a feeling of dread and sorrow washed over me. I can tell you for a fact that I actually slowed down as I felt angry with myself. I felt like a worthless person. I wished I could change time. I wished I could have waited to overtake the other cars, but alas! I could not. Even up to now, I am feeling remorseful.
You might be thinking it is only a puppy. But yes a puppy is a creature whose life is barely beginning. It is a little creature whose worth was yet to be defined, but its worth was clearly defined to me. By the time I feel so down on myself, just know that the creature is worth more than even gold.
So that brings up the point of soldiers and killers. How the hell do they do it? How in the world do they just aim shoot and kill without batting an eyelid. Is that even possible? Maybe, I am just a simple civilian but I want to know. Do they suffer with the dread and remorse that I am suffering from? Do they even wish they could go back and change it? How the hell do they handle the anguish of taking life away?
So this is my eulogy to that puppy. This is my plea; my apology to its soul up there in the heavens. This is me wishing that I had not taken its life because every life is valuable. Every single life on this earth is valuable until it proves not to be.
And to you people that think otherwise, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Until I see you next time, I remain the dream chaser.
Thursday, 9 January 2014
Hello people of the world. It has been long since I last checked in to bother you lot with my mindless chatter of the world. To those that are angry, I am really sorry. To those that are pleasantly surprised, please come again and to all of you, I beg to ask a question;
What is sex? Virgin or not you have an answer somewhere in your mind about sex.
Sex is whether you are a man or a woman. That is what my grandmother would love to believe. You see, I know that my grandmother is from the generation where making love/coitus was a thing between man and woman who were actually wedded. To them, if you were asked what is sex? It simply meant are you a man are you a woman. That I believe is what jaja’s generation was told by their teachers.
But who am I kidding. Sex has always been sex. In the eyes of the old people, ancients long past and immoral tads that roam the world today, sex is just sex. But of course there are some romantics such as myself (or so I would like to think on occasion) that believe it should be an act between two willing and consenting adults with more of a connection other than spending a night together doing nothing but drinking in some bar either for pity’s sake or for celebration (take your pick if you have been somewhere in there before).
Before I go very far, let me tell you all that in my eyes, the world of today has ruined sex beyond recognition. I mean in the past, boys could not wait to become men just so as to get married and make endless love (sex) to their wife. In some cases they could sharpen their skills in the brothels of their towns, villages and cities. It was a thing that you looked forward to.
As for the women, it was the path to womanhood. True, most were tender innocent infants the first time, but they too were curious about it (Disclaimer here, I am a son of the 90’s so this is an assumption.). On that rare occasion they would go for the forbidden with the castle hand, kitchen boy, herd’s man or some other fellow in there. Sex was sacred. It was something you really longed for, not because it was everywhere, but because you were just growing up.
But hey…thanks to the media of today and over liberalization of the world (thank you bloody land of the free), sex is blown out of proportion. There is too much sex round the youngsters of the world. Everywhere you look is screaming sex. The billboards, the tabloids, the role models such as those shits that call themselves celebrities (Uganda’s case Juliana K…); sex is out there. It is like they are screaming at us that sex is here to stay. Well God created man and woman for the purpose of sex (no offence it just is). But the fucking world is building castles in the skies about the entire act. The world needs to get the dyke back up and stop being a wanton sex advert every now and then.
Kids go into the stupid decision of having sex and their dreams are shattered. The illusion that it is a really awesome thing is smashed into smithereens. People sex is not all that the world is making it out to be. Nine times out of ten there is no special bond or connection when it comes to it, hence a crap load of lousy.
In truth I envy the virgins. Honestly, there is nothing that you are missing. I would tell you to wait until that moment when it feels right and you are sure that arse you’re letting bang you (women) or that minx you are going to screw (men) is the one you are going to be with and continue to work on making the shattered dream into a reassembled piece of art with very many crack lines.
Sex has turned into something wrong and we need to work on it but that is not my role. That is up to the world. We need to stand up and say enough is enough. It is like each coming generation is worse than the one before and this has to stop. We need to find the old ways and insert them in the new world. Just my thought…
If I have offended anyone, it was not my intention. I am sorry. Until the next time, I remain your dream chasing four-eyed young chap…