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“There is no good and bad,” said Epictetus, “there is only circumstances.” Alot of things are externals independent of our will, and in the hands of others. One is good, the other is on the contrary bad. But this is bestowoable only upon God who discerns, and who has permitted thus. Don’t tire yourself then. And on that matter, the most important skill to acquire is the ability to see circumstances rather than good or bad.

This is intended to reply those who habitually say and think that most of the successful men and women are wrongdoers, that money is the beginning of all evils, of course giving reasons, and in order to justify their claims. That wealthy men are witches and very bad people. This goes on, attributing all forms of witchery to wealth, but knowing not, that all men are sinners and exist for the better. Wherever you are, with your state, though poor, having all the others unright; and keeping all factors constant, you are corrupted by them enventually. Don’t play safe in many who are wrong. For whoever exercises excellence of virtue in among so many who are bad, is doomed, observes Machaivelli. Imperfection is of nature. Having speculated forth, repentence comes of force, a virtue to men who will see heaven with righteousness as their reward, for not that they didn’t sin, but they excelled in the virtue to the end.

The story henceforth arises, written in the bible, in the book of genesis. Through it, says Kato, “I came to know about Judah; son to Jacob who became Israel.” He was on his way to meet his sheep shearer friends, when he bumped into this beautiful woman. The woman was, in actual sense related to him, and here disguised as a whore. For as fate has truly been. Let’s assume he was tempted. Of course yes; as many of us would affirm after such confrontations. Truly, he was tempted. “Lady, can I come into you.” He said. But which kind of pick up line is this? Poor girl. Judah was the one blessed, among his brothers, to behold the blessings of holiness, that through his lineage came Jesus Christ. And his character then, i believe, so far, was in such a way; to behold the blessings such as this, and for also, in truth, think brethrens; blessings are worked, for rightly, as Sir Francis Bacon stipulates in his essay, “fortune,” that the mould of a man’s fortune is in his own hands. So the story goes on and on. But however, we can’t separate Judah’s action– even if we presume he was warped, or from without, that it was devine– from the assumptions raised in this discourse, and since we have decided to question our assumptions too, this was sin.

The story raises profound discoveries and already that the conversation was positive and yielding fruits, evidence to this thesis that this man was not innocent at all, rather; that he was used to such confrontations, and as can be any man. He could go to the red zones true or that this confrontation to come, was not willed, as usual, but originating from the devine certainly; for fulfillment and with such, I can’t begin to urge, for if you do; you remain as before- puzzled! Nonetheless, still the assumptions beforehand are cospiscous; clearly to exhibit somehow that the man in question used to seek pleasures from these kind of areas or from women such as this- still the presumption holds ground. We ask ourself the question then, why did the woman disguise in the first place? Why didn’t she just appear as decent a woman as these whence also face such confrontations as they carry on their businesses? Why of all avenues this one? Finally, i say, “to catch a thief, behave like one.” And because they were related, she had to disguise. Then for the devine, as in it’s true nature, is just with reasons. It uses present and past to exhibit direction or that it holds earth at ransom to magnanimously show piety, still corresponding to present and past, the future is in equilibrium then; and that so much depends on speculation. What then this is? None existence can’t impact a lesson to existence rationally and reasonably. Use what there is to envice the intended truth in cases where not. The story such as this, portrays a reason, and so many speculative ideas. But about my subject matter, indicates truth of existence. This is our only proof probably that rationally, the said woman knew about the whereabouts of the man in question and still proof that probably; out there, she wasn’t the only one in the vice, being that herself, no doubt, by mere fact of one act; she was indeed a whore, yes, at that instant. And that prostitution was in existence already.

But why did the woman disguise? “Was there reason.” Yes. Being moral, we assume still, she was new to these areas and passionately desirous to trap moral man. And whoever saw her by surprise, coined the word, “disguised,” definitely, or, either that being related; the man would have spotted the similarity, and so, that this secret came to light and people came to know about it. And when in the public domain, the culprits tried to save face. All this is speculation. But why in question, “disguised whore?” Supposedly, this is proof, inversely, “undisguised whore” existed.

True then, by acts evil, and in as much as we feign; we don’t hold ground. And whoever said, “brethren, dear brother, repent seven times 77 times was wholly right.” The good should ask, do we then do it daily. Do we do it weekly. Let the man with wisdom ask. Do we do it monthly. It’s not said so; rather plainly and presumptuously, that the good should do it daily. And the good are those who try by inclination to obey what’s moral. The right are not anywhere except those cleansed from wrong doing, who already by now, suppossedly, are in heaven. We have finally got the answer from the premises, that he who wishes to be good by inclination is of earth by nature and should co-exist with the man who forces himself to be bad for is warped, and who like wise is of nature. God didn’t create a bad people, they are only warped. This comes by reason of their behaviors and actions– obstinancy. But still, from the assumptions, evil is he who doesn’t repent to be cleansed of the bad and continues to be so by acts and that the righteous man is of heaven, speculate no more. He is righteous he who is in heaven. I infer. Sin existed in the ancient of days, and partly now in the archives of history, and signifies evolution. I use it here to interrogate morality philosophically, and though many sins there are; none is new and from a rational point of view, having examined this, we have been of the same abode for so long, no one is innocent. It’s then observed rightly, “birds of a feather flock together.” And as it’s difficult to see creatures not of a kind in a flock, so as to interest whoever looks at them; so it’s to the things different and separated devinely. To those of a kind, and supposedly the same; it’s not surprising. Why say you are holy in many who are evil? I conjecture truly, don’t try to mix things. Be of the same state and consider what keeps you at your state.

Adam also sinned and the curse was carried by all. “Should we say he was bad and obstinate!” Some go the extreme and wish, ooh how they wish? “He should have listened to the deamon” “He should have not sinned.” But why do you pain for nothing? This was meant to be. It was devine and by providence, it was out of Adams control. Jacob and Esau were both symbols of good and destruction respectively without there will still but devinely– one vessel unto honor and another unto dishonor? Things though different exist for the better and prudently they should not mix, rather should co-exist in the same abode affecting each other for the better or worse, for outrightly, we are born for co-operation. And that God finally, being aware of stauch qualms, intervenes when all goes to the extreme, and being supreme, above everything else there is, keeps the status quo in equilibrium.

Good or bad- it’s not our will. What did Epictetus say about things external? “Don’t be pained by them. Don’t plan in them.” Why do you pain for nothing? Likewise, why do you concern yourself for nothing? They are in the hands of the master who created them and in the hands of others who are somehow not concerned about your will. And if it’s their will, they act not as slaves; but the masters though instead, you actually act as a slave. The master craftsman is God as we have enviced obviously, therefore, in a word, he has willed everything, so unease yourself.

One asks, “was the sin committed by Adam related in any way to ours?” Answer. Dear friends who are compelled to doubt irresolutely, believe, sin is sin: not lighter, not heavier for if the world so sinned, that was corresponding to nature, and it was on the contrary though the devine willed it– devine is anything of the sort. Then, if we have observed singularly that the mastercrafts man has willed everything. Nothing happens asunder above providence, its difficult for man to lead a life in the world devoid of God, and certainly, this confirms this: that everything has been willed by Providence, coming from whom contends so. Why then do we blame ourselves? Why condemn our brothers? It was the will of God for some people to be stauch qualms and here not by the will of nature. Who can then tell? It was the will of God for others to be good creations just like Jacob, being the chosen few; and Esau for destruction. This confirms co-existence. Good or bad. And the sin, was it lighter? Was it heavier in that it lead to a punishment so harsh such as this! Was it small that it could lead to mercy! But we are under yoke still; even those of us who didn’t sin? Did we finally plead guilty from without? Yes. One sin covered the face of the earth and became seamless to it; that whoever comes of it, is guilty by virtual– he is of earth still. The condemnation went forth to be shared by all men. It’s not our conscious that we can avoid it, then, and that, it was willed by God. This affirms the truth, that whoever is righteous is so by acts of repentence, for having been sinners by virtual; to become of God, an act had to be performed, that innocent blood had to be shed for all of us, and though it exists, we evoke it through acts such as this: repentence.  So who then is pious? Man has limits to it for it should be corresponding to his nature, supposedly of human things; not of angels: abstaining from evil deeds and thoughts where still the rule is observed, and in truth– abstaining from only those under their control. And so far, come to it again, consider:- he who has stolen an egg. And another who has stolen a book. If given the opportunity to judge rightly without bias. How do you judge? Judge rightly friend, for it’s your turn to acquit humanity. I say, sin is proportional! Don’t say to a brother that you are worse off. For as it happens to him who stole an egg, happens to who stole a book. This explains partly why we are under yoke still. And when God so wills to visit his annoited, “the good,” it’s for all; likewise, when the wrath portioned for the bad ensues, we are rightly ensnared by it. For it comes as afflictions, and it’s also said, that life is made of pain and pleasure and happens to all. This is the reason why men with silver spoons spontaneously weal for no reason in the eyes of the populance. “Will man live only for peace!” Certainly not. Nothing is evil which is according to nature.

What is said of adversity then? Look, pain is of nature connoting that it’s of the earth and happens to all; for God created everything therein and his will on all therein. We are not safe then, observe, but our portion of righteousness is in heaven and awaits on whoever pains to the end. And addressed to the good, says he, “I refined you, but not as silver, I have tested you in the furnace of afflictions.” This is the will of the master most high. It will not go unfulfilled. And even though you may disagree– don’t wish it away. This all comes of effect from without, fulfilling what was given to our grand fathers, and who on the contrary disobied on the onset? Must we also not obey: the ten commandments? Must we be obstinate? We must obey by law. What is contrally to this by definition is unright. What is contrally to nature but of the same from as of the assumptions mentioned, still, is sin? Is nature of the earth or of heaven? Kato answer. If nature is of the earth, and we have observed already; that good or bad exist for the better, is the allegory then not contrally to the laws. Nature is of man, yes, for all creatures corresponding, true, not of heaven. Observe, corresponding to nature is sin absolutely. Who then contends to be innocent? Do the righteous exist accordingly and of a kind to nature? Certainly not. He has not been forgiven in order to qualify. And as we have ellucidated, contrally to nature is that which is of heaven. I conjecture therefore, that righteousness is of heaven; and is come after repentance, of which, also, it’s in order, that man qualifies.

What did Solmon tell us finally? Consider this my critics; the words in Ecclesiastes 9:4:
“Don’t be overly righteous.” This is worth all acceptance. It’s a goad to a man who has choosen wisdom, his asset and a path of action; not hypothesis and lies. Why should you destroy yourself? Nature as mentioned above, with all it’s composition combined, is unright. It’s not just. This lastly is a testimony to our assumptions, and he who is holy or righteous on earth exists on the contrary.

I have pointed out that those of us who seem to be righteous pretend, or rather we are, superficially, and if so, we shun repentence most times; which here in this discourse is a virtue. What comes first? Repentence. Who has been forgiven? No one. There is no proof to that. So peddler of words, why do you condemn and divide things supposedly of a kind and mix things separated devinely? Why do you play holy yet inherently you are not? And in a word: the blame game must stop. We are all of God and made unright by nature. Jeremiah 17:5, says: “cursed are those who put there trust in mere humans, who rely on human strength and turn their hearts away from God.” God already knows the nature of this creature in question, and that sin is of man by nature. Don’t be lured into believing the many falsehoods. Observe piety which is corresponding to your kind and to nature and not that supposedly of the angels. For these also are separated devinely. Don’t mix.

If we can recall truth therefore, as already mentioned, righteousness is of heaven not of the earth. “Where is the righteous man who ever lived?” In heaven. Well answered. “Who is that?” Jesus. Where is the most corrupt man who ever lived? Answer. Where is he? On earth. Is there reason? Certainly. For from this, sin comes virtually without our will, and it justifies the reason why i said it comes from without? Therefore, cultivate piety and prepare for holiness in heaven, saint of saints through and after repentence, forgiveness then comes virtually. When this fails, you remain of the same abode forever with bad man who ever lived- being great descendants of satan. And you are not holy, be assured.

Sin is a general weakness and has not started yesterday. John 1:8 says: “If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves. And the truth is not in us.” Those preaching a purge in immorality, saying our fore fathers lived righteously fail to realize reason which is paramount to rational animals. Things must be applied to reason. And if generally we believe there’s mutation of species which is of God and if we believe that God said to Adam that multiply and fill the earth. I presume it was a law. Was it of human things only! Was it of creatures only! Was it of herbs! “It applied generally,” well answered. I conjecture, truly then, that the leaders of all other species also were commanded. Certainly. If human things multiplied in order to fill the earth, still, all that which belonged to human things multiplied gradually, and all that which is of use by humans. After purging, it’s then not new. It’s not change rather progress. Worry not. And sin is evolving persay from a rational point of view. So the question arises, “How do you catch a man in wrong.” By views contrally to his. “How then do you catch a sinner?” By sin. Therefore, sin is a trap, observe, and can be applied by any one who chooses to do so in order to catch who seems to be holy– moral man.
In this case, the story envinces how God reminded Judah of his forgotten responsibility by existence, a need and partly attached to sin; for from Adams story, the same thing was also served and finally fulfillment came. Henceforth, the big fish was caught. And for centuries it’s said, “pleasure is good but moderately,” reason, that it is naturally cojoined to sin.” Excess of it is a trap and so leads to sin. And to endure is just and pain is of God. For having  said: “Do all things without complaining,” was reffering to endurance. And the people under yoke are of God. Tolerant people are of God too. Endure your brother. Endure your sister. If good or bad, let God be the judge. For good or bad comes through actions:- done either at the right time or at the wrong time. So all things can lead to unright, from whence, comes sin, even from without. You don’t hold ground righteous man.

The story I am speculating about came after Christ probably or before Christ. The vices existed. Some for wages even; can you believe! Bottom line, nothing is new.
My reasoning is this so, in this part of the world; there lived undisguised whore, still as said. And this was in the middle East. Holy of holies, where if perchance; you’re caught in the habits such as this, and generally immoral, punishment there was to be stoned to death out rightly.
Men clad in overalls just like women. A game of innocence at play. But still even when ladies are clad in overalls, their animal magnetism in presence of the law, leads men astray. And rightly, the presence of the law, confirms the presence of sin.
The law plays the arbiter and not to annihilate but ideally to confirm as in these situations, some play innocence, in angel clothes indeed, yet they are worse off.
I don’t think this good woman, who had just been in a happy marriage; except that fate had just lurked at her happiness and caused a sudden death of her good and lovely husband, with the presumptions above considered, plain and with little understanding if any; I don’t think she invented the business. It existed. And still exists. For many years immemorial, it has always existed.

Why then blame who are considered guilty? Why then believe they are sinners more than those who are way too much worse adorned in angel clothes. We are drawned here naturally and all practice these things as we may say legally or illegally in ways known to many: in marriage for example et. al. Its your opinion, good man, to judge which is safe but sin can ensue from any. This good woman captured in the story, circumstances forced her in the vice. It was not will. For as it’s said, the love of money is the beginning of evil. Money deciphers its ugly evils to good ones. And people build houses out of vices immoral and still call them jobs. How? Don’t ask! In these cases, consquently, this is partly true, sometimes, sin can be good and am not emphasising the act, for it always happens. Example is murdering a fellow man in self-defense or in acts of war. And consider this also, “God has not dealt with us according to our sins,” probably knowing good or bad exist for the better. Why then judge fellow men? If God is patient to the sinners, so much, and to that extent, why do you curse suspects of the most high. Holy of hollies, you sin still.

Now probably you’re thinking I am wasted. Good God! As you are reading, sounding like, I am earnestly pro sin; and benefit from it. Not at all. Bear with me, for it’s just a case scenario to connote my meaning of the subject matter. And if the vice existed in AC or BC, whichever, you can’t obliterate it after so many years.

God knows why? For if like said, Esau and Jacob sons to Isaac through a prophecy were born different. Esau as a vessel for destruction and Jacob a vessel for mercy as enviced, portray no will but fate. God willed it. And some people, certaily, are stauch qualms because the gods have willed it– blame not. The devine is responsible for everything. For most times, as far as AC, and so far, believe, when the devine is at war with each other; we are involved, being sons and daughters, and having different fathers–the good and the bad respectively–there is concensus henceforth between the powers that be. And as yet, having observed so, such as this, the righteous man and the sinner, if this is for continuity, living and going no where as it has existed time immemorial. The sons should not fight but acknowledge presence, and take sides respectively, having been born vessels for destruction or so; having powers either side still, but whoever has willed such, man can’t change. And such as these, the powers also take time to change their laws; yes, unless if the powers stipulated concede defeat, that, one takes lead. But it’s definitely heavenly. Earth is a constituency of sin, and it’s going no where. Acknowledge you are a sinner, from without, for being in the very consituency. Acknowledge fate. Acknowledge sin and repent.



I sit in awe, on the couch, but in contemplation. I look to the sides and to the sky. Heaven isn’t scaring. I can see nimbus. I can see cirrus. Both in formation array. The scenery about is splendid. In all, I spot beautiful flowers. There is one purple, reminding me of my former school uniform. There is one, a bit peculiar to the eyes. It’s red with white petals and blue anthers. All blended together—make beauty complete. The bees hang over it. Glad is the mother plant. Things live for a purpose. It’s the reason I am contemplating.

In the purpose, as it happens, we derive joy. It’s what spurs us onto the legacy we crave unknowingly. The birds are singing from all corners, singing nice melodies. Not noise! Its helping me meditate. I feel the tropic sticky air with each inhalation. As the small gusts of wind blow past me.

I think about this….. in a mire unending.

Thoughts flog my mind. I conceive, things happen for a reason. There is something behind reality that makes true. The children in my direction are playing joyfully; as their mothers cheer them on. How lucky they are? How blessed? These little angels are swimming in bliss. Nothing is bothering them. Nothing is as special as this. Having someone special watching over you. God is special. Our parents too!

Our parents, as we make the weird mistakes, are watching over us. Not to stumble, to correct. They love us dearly. No wonder, in the books, it is written; “They are gods on earth.” And this we must treasure. They are to be beholden with reverence. For they are special.

One said, “They feel birth pangs, the moment, their children are in danger.” Believe. It’s true. And this is the love, sort of bonding, I am contemplating.
We the children are often caught in the trap. We fail to realize the love our parents have on us. We presume and take things for granted. We fail to realize the love until when it’s long gone.

In this blog post, as this column allows. I take the opportunity to thank all the special people in my life. I thank you my mother: thank you so much. Thank you goes to all my friends. All my childhood friends, my Ob’s and Og’s. Thank you for being my friends. We were once birds of a feather– circumstances. God is special. I venerate him. My mom, and you my friends I hold you in deference. You know it was said,
“The longer you spend ignoring your own thoughts. The more you begin to resent yourself.” There is a bond between us. We were from the ash heap, we sit with princes. This is the Lord’s doing.

This message is for you. You know, as we think of certain things, we should also show them in deeds as well.
Thank you for being my great friends. Thank you for being part of my life: “Wasswa Henry, Bukenya peter, Nyaketcho Irene, Mwanje yazid, Nakalyowa shamim, Muwanga Huruna, Miriam, Fazira, Faizal, Babirye, Namboozo, Judith, Musuya, Ssembuya, Longa, Emmanuel, et. al.” The list is endless. Most of the great stories I share now, originate from your being my great friends.

And these thoughts, of which I meditate– ( thinking out loud)–are sobering thoughts.



I grew up in the village. And probably you who is reading this now. Ok, there a few exceptions. But the tales whose origin is some remote area of the world, that part where you were born–not far from that–these stories cause mirth and trust me, are laughable. Village chap, that is, i have something to say. So brace yourselves.

There is this one story I have kept at heart clandstinely, a curd that whenever needed, I resort to it and I laugh. I have so many stories kept clandstinely. Why? They are comical and deep, that they need a tete a tete rather than eavesdropping, to bring out the humor. Am happy to present to you, your dose, as this blog post allows.

So grab yourself a cup of tea as I did, stir not, let the beans spill. Thank me later.

The story goes, old woman, mother of two; got a shock of a lifetime, when she found her katogo, on the sigiri, boiling but with very strange stuff: stinking and in its fresh form. She had made up her mind to prepare her lunch meal before any other chores. There after she could go to the garden, and come back all smiles, knowing already, food was just ready to be savored. The husband had heretofore disappeared to the garden, with their two children. And they dung knowing, something was boiling, ready to replenish their glucose stores. No worries.

This story happened in kiseveni, a small village in Nazigo trading centre. It’s real, doubt not.

Mother of two, after putting the katogo on sigiri, slithered to the garden as had been planned. The katogo was left boiling. Still no worries.

At exactly 14:00 hours. They returned home. This happened: all were tired, their stomachs were growling, having already been informed about something boiling, churning came automatic. The aroma was evident, and intensified gastric release into the bowel. Still more growling.

To cut the long story short, they didn’t eat the delicacy. Hmm! Surprised! It always happens in the villages. Someone had mixed probably 250g of fresh fecal matter in the katogo, boiling still and putrid. Almost half a kilogram. Was it of a child or of an adult? Tell me. But certainly, presumably, almost half a kilo is of an adult. What then? “It’s yellow with dark green stripes, probably of Doodo strain, confirm the presumption.” Said man with bald but small head in the middle of the surge. Husband was, at present, up in arms. He could not understand the foolery. He contemplated storming neighbors home (suspected fool.) But alas! Things went South.

Neighbors had gathered to witness obviously. It was all there in it’s fresh form, with yellow and dark green stripes. Wonders never cease to happen. The whole village was in disarray and news went as far as Sezibwa. Kato vicent was sick, probably you would have heard on the radio, or on “agataliko nfufu.” Things happen anyway. In the villages, it’s not news: and mother of two was blamed instead- ( for negligence.) Through out the whole escapade, people were all smiles and laughing as loud than was expected. Strange. It turned out a comedy of sorts. The glee to this day stirs the village.

Katogo on sigiri boiling

This mirth is caused by ignorance most of the times. Isn’t it poverty? “Do i hear you say?” Is it lack of education? “Says KATO.” All men are endowed with common sense. “Certainly.” What is the problem then? Someone should answer. Fazira Musenze my friend at heart should help us I trust. But from what i gather, common sense is not common. So is the problem poverty? Is it lunacy? “Perhaps.” It’s the outcome. In the villages, sanity has levels. There those of the lower class: are sane and are bothered about what happens in their hood. Those of the extreme class are confused, and need not to bother for they are insane; though they believe, to the eighth commandment, are normal. Who is sane anyway?

Village chap, call him at your own risk, needs strait jackets off to Butabika. “Why?” He is the problem to himself and the community at large. Though he doesn’t relate. I have really tried to change my enviroment, but oops! Fellow are scattered.

These fellows are victims of circumstances. They pass through shoel on earth. Now I know. They are tormented within. And are lamenting, blaming God. Yet they are the problem. They have failed to change. In this tirade, ignorance determines fate. And henceforth the escapades unravels.

Dear readers, many folks in the villages are in dire straits. Believe me. Their wellbeing is in shambles. Ok, it would have been better, yes, without fellow of the extreme class. Fellow is insane. Someone is ready to defend this, on the contrary; and may probably say, all these problems accruing in the villages such as these herein, have their progin from poor governance. And that all is circumstances. “Certainly.” As all is opinion.

In terms of health, wealth and education. Poor man suffers, and still is; for lack of a liberate, he improvises. This as a result of a natural impulse to survive. They are endangered at along run.

Since the lunacy category have for long blamed the state, as the proginator of their troubles. They have blown the gasket already. And angry at the instant. “Go slow.” Warned my mom.

We as a people are partly to blame for the fate of our wellbeing. Man has worked for millions of years, and several to come, still he has failed to change his environment. The blame game has continued. Are you not affected folks? Doubt, but you are, from without. Change your environment folks. For change certainly begins with you.

Poverty doesn’t dismay. But lunacy does? “All is opinion, says Epictetus, “Take away your bad opinion.”

So then, if we are to examine principally. What causes this lunacy? Is it poverty still. You agree? Certainly not. You are not persuaded either just like me. Irresolutely, I believe, the cause is ignorance as I have stipulated already. From this, the seeds of insanity spring, affecting the individuals themselves and at large the community. How? You ask? “Can violence be of one man and not of a whole?” Conflict can never be contained forever in a single mind. So it’s said, the community is inherently affected from without.

Who has no knowledge of good and bad? None. Can’t anyone differentiate between the two. Why then do we allow the bad onto us. “Circumstances.” Can’t anyone ignore something that hurts his health or of his neighbor’s. “Circumstances still.” Then this will pillage us wholly, and we remain to regret as did mother of two. Yet it was just the lack of knowledge, of good and bad, by some actors.

“My people are destroyed due to lack of knowledge.”

Hosea 4:6

***”Wait for part two****



February/20/2006 is memorable! I virtually missed joining Nazigo town academy. The hope was almost thrown to the wind. It was about time I said quits to secondary education. For the pressure was unbearable.
There was hardly a cent.

In a home where there is no money, observe the children and the mothers. Men most times pretend to be financially stable. In some cases you see them in expensive hang outs seamlessly spending. You see them following a bandwagon of would be spenders yet impecunious. Some enjoy the fruits of their labor on things associated to pleasure individually, with men or rather women of the same trait, not their families. This accrue as anomaly if there are no resources to sustain it. The whites enjoy what their grandfathers hoarded. Even the unborn child still finds money saved for them in the banks. It can then be said, African children suffer the burden imposed on them by their fathers most times.

Yours truly had sat for primary leaving exams at Nazigo demonstration school a year before. And little did I know, wait a minute, everything was bound to change. The friends, the teachers, the learning environment. Everything was bound to change. I perceived things considerately, for the first time. And having become of age, afflictions were inevitable.

The ambiance at NTS was cool, when I knew, it was a flock of birds of a feather. My cravings simmered. Among the many schools which in my ingenious reasoning were better off, and in which I saw myself set foot in dreams, included St. Kalemba and Yale high school. Apparently all in Nazigo. But far out of reach. Those better-off, frequented these schools; but like I said, I had learned to accept my predicament, knowing much profoundly, I wasn’t alone. NTS was a pool of birds of a feather at the time.

Probably you’re saying: ‘I was doomed.’ Pardon me? Nazigo is everything to me. I was born, grew up, studied and learnt about the world:—everything there. I was doomed well but tell me true, “a tree blooms where it’s planted.” Other schools away from the vicinity of Nazigo trading Centre included bishop brown, Auntie Vicky, Kanjuki, Namagabi et. al. These saw a lot of their pupils converge at Nazigo town academy. And no sooner had I joined, feeling out of place, solace came on the onset, after I knew I wasn’t the only one ambitious. Other pupils came from Mbale, as far as Budumburi, Kamaana village probably. Don’t squabble.

On inquiry, when one said his dad was a pit excavator; it wasn’t breaking news. This and so many more were common place. Certainly, it was a pool of circumstances. How much one pomped depended on conceit, not social standing. Can you observe a difference between a charcoal burner and a pit excavator? There’s none. Only circumstances. Be it to a farmer or a teacher. Be it to a taxi driver. Be it to a police officer. Having been of a feather, under similar circumstances, ‘better’ wouldn’t apply. Yet most times, out of conceit, one played well-off than his very colleague in crime, and still in the same boat.

We were drawn here by God to change our lives. Ours was a quandary and a plight seamless. It was a long shot.

Meeting at campus was casual and a lot of guys I thought I could never meet, I met them head-on. This made the variance. My hopes to join better schools were obscured and inversely enlivened presumably, when I met these awesome colleagues from various back grounds. Its history amused. Today we are OBs and OGs. This coming as of a short time we shared. We reveled amicably, boys and girls; influencing a greater part of our adolescent years. Its history now. Truly past is past—unique. Even if a furnace, it is fertile ground for great stories. Knowing this much profoundly, I don’t narrate stories of my adult hood—my present. Who listens? I narrate stories of my childhood. Having been innocent and liable to mistakes most of the time, they are filled with funny escapades. They attract audience. Learning about the mistakes, the triumphs, catastrophe and achievements ‘of real people’ is motivating. Believe me!

Our lot (2006—2009) was astoundingly fun filled. I think partly because Medical form, Exaxiano, Tenywa, Melemenya, Kibaati, Katwele, Kagame and Salongo— the list is endless—were part of it. The guys cracked jokes. They exaggerated. Wow? And humor hovered all over. Those of us who had the affinity for prodigious pranks, had it raw. This is however, among the many reasons, I shunned absenteeism. I take this opportunity so, to commend all the guys who certified my stay at NTS. Kabonge Solmon, Oidamong, Nyaketcho Irene, Wasswa Henry, Magero, Walusimbi, Nakalyowa Shamim, Miriam, Sembuya, Nakibuule, Milly, Nakisitu Hildah, Yazid, Muwanga, Babirye, Bagoole, Walugali, Kilikumwoyo. The list goes on and on. I salute you OBS and OGS. You are part of my memory. 50% of the great stories I share now, originate from your being my great friends. Honestly NTS was home.

It’s where we ate the posho, the beans we disliked in bulks. Double dealing was obviously ‘our’ game plan. We were in a competition of sorts. Okay, that last part is wrong. But never forget Batwaala Faizal. Let me hope this only ended on beans and posho. Imagine the beans and posho? Friends, I saw OB whisking, covertly a jerry can for a plate. Can you believe? Having done so, from the posho and beans stall; with mirth, he got the delicacy. Moving on inside the room next to the kitchen, guy whispered to vendor woman: ‘’do you have Katogo?’’ ha ha! Stunned still, it was a begging competition? Part one was to stimulate the appetite. Part two was the deal! Never forget Mukasa.

Those who habitually thought all pretexts to bead the delicacy, under the circumstances, were named wiseacres. Even when caterpillars fell in the beans, it wasn’t nauseating enough to kill off appetite, except with the few forenamed.
Our situation was doomed and we cherished it affably. What then?

Above all these things, the boys and girls had great orientation for greater things in life. They expended much of their time in reading and opening of books. Those we thought unkempt physically, were smart upstairs. Not to waste a lot of time here, our passing of UCE (2009) — in the history of town academy, I think is still unprecedented, being the first of a kind. If I say we were lucky, its being short of the right words; but fervently, the almighty God abetted us unwaveringly. The teachers and students did their part and the rest fell in the hands of the Devine. Ideally, not to tell a lie, what comes without effort is old age? The students themselves seemed engrossed rationally to the study of books thus the passing.

Well, it is said, some people are born with greater potentials in life. They are talented. Being talented then; we achieved a lot for ourselves. But just as a reminder, inasmuch as you exhibited greater affinity for books; talents come to nothing without hard work and patience. The famous theory goes, “Practice. Practice. Practice. In the morning practice. In the afternoon practice. At bed time practice. Practice in the public. Practice to perfect. Perfect to perform and then become a professional.”
The world will enormously (without fear or favor) give the rewards.

What you got out of the struggle, I hope you uphold it vehemently to the end? The education theory states, ‘to learn something new, we need to hear it two hundred times.’ It takes time to work with ideas and integrate them into our lives. And still, more soon is pouring out for us; if we remain determined and committed. The utopia holds us in dignity, reciprocal for colossal expectations. We need honestly to render the best rewards to nature for nurturing us forth. And as we were doomed, it has turned out to be a good thing. Those who sow in tears, who continually went forth weeping; bearing the seed for sowing, doubtlessly came again with rejoicing, bringing sheaves with them.

I therefore, laud director Tom Sserwanga and staff for the great work. Though, he used to send us back home for fees. We had to meet our obligations anyway. But phew!

Back home, the situation was blue. We lived in abject poverty. Good feeding, education, health care and a decent living belonged to the fit. There was no money. But even though the state of affairs was blue. We ate what we ate, to be able to eat what we eat today? This is the lord’s doing. When God brought back our captivity as streams, we were like those who dream. God has vehemently done great things.

Apparently, education is the best change agent. Whenever I meet these men and women whom we leveled together, the conversation strikes mirth. I got the opportunity to see them the time they were grassing. I got the opportunity to see them unshod. Will you believe? They move while their shirts are touched in; clad in smart attires. They are ‘’ladies and gentlemen.’’ Others because of swag probably, they clad fashionably; having earned their money already, and certainly, pomp comes cheap. The stone which the builders rejected, finally became the chief cornerstone.

I believe all these boys and girls know where God lifted them from. And inasmuch as, we are tempted to believe otherwise. God elected us from scratch. For being mighty, he contends to be our liberate, in the world where Satan contends to be champion. The virtuosity to lift people up remained with him to this day. It’s not edooggo. It’s not illuminatti. Observe dear readers. Don’t be obstinate and unbelieving. Realize Gods omnipotence. Work and struggle with validity. Work with industry and patience. Let’s all succeed in God. He will never fail our hearts desires.

Time drives everything before it and is able to bring with it good as well as evil, and evil as well as good” Machiavelli.

The constant duress has finally become like milk splashed on the ground. Remember it no more. Though you were dark, be like the morning and be secure, because there is hope. Hope doesn’t disappoint.

The lives once haunted by the uncertain future, were revamped by hard work and patience. Those who were considered dense, that neither did they understand; nor possess knowledge, because of patience achieved. Probably today, they are not regretting. Those of whom were considered outright successes are now in astonishment. For we rub shoulders. Life doesn’t stop where you’re disparaged.

The pomp we exhibit now, is much more gratifying; than what we craved for those days. It’s much more than the afflictions we writhed. That’s the satisfaction we derived.

I take this incredible blog post and this very moment, to applaud the staff of our home—Nazigo town academy. Mr. Kalugana, Mr. Chadia, Mr. Magezi, Mr. Nadai, Mr. Isaac and Kilembwe. Thanks so much. The hardships you grieved, ensured our Excellency.

You are part of our Excellency.

“Patience is the supreme virtue of the gods, who have nothing but time. Everything good will happen, the grass will grow again, if you give it time and see several steps into the future” Robert Green.



Letter to my old friends.

I was coming from town, Jinja to home, Nakibizi. I found our maid comfortably sitted on the sofas, grued to television. Everytime she finished her work, she watched television. It was her hobby probably! I think her happiness came out of that luxury. In town, i had eaten Kikomando. But generally speaking, i wasn’t that satisfied. I wanted something better, something to quench the emptiness i felt. I wanted just anything. Once more; i was hungry.

I was also exhausted. I wanted to sleep right away. But this would wake me up. Knowing i had not eaten; and probably my food was wasting away in the kitchen–would give me bad sleep. So i dashed to the Kitchen with a tortoise gait slowly and slowly step by step. I didn’t disturb the maid. She was busy watching Second chance on Nation television. I reached out for my food right away; tasting a few spoonfuls and then proceeded back to the sitting room.

Serenity was preserved still. I didn’t disturb; though the temptation was all i could see. In my own ingenious reasoning, i decided to eat my food, which was mine alone, slowly then in turns watch the very soap Ruth watched. Once more promising not to interrupt. Ruth wasn’t the usual stereotypes, she was a beautiful girl. She was beauty to reckon with. Every man who looked at her, had second thoughts. Her curvaceous body was another distraction. Sometime back, i had debated on wether to vibe her. Honestly, i lacked the guts. I lacked the right words to use. You know she was kind of principled. Her attitude always scared me. I played the gentleman and let things roll.

While i ate the food, Ruth screamed. Wait for it? I had promised not to interrupt remember, that was before she screamed. Little did i know. Satan was lingering through the open widows. It dawned on me at this moment, we were just two in this big house. When her bosses are present, she acts not like this. I was here figuring out what to begin with. But of course curiosity! I wanted to know why she screamed. And if either other people existed in the house. All this was the working of lucifer. I wanted to know more still. Why did she scream in the first place? I was beginning to think silly. She screamed again. What? This time a little startling. Her voice was a pitch in the ears. Slowly it simmered to something i had heard sometime back tickling my ears. This was Ruth. Her voice magical if you heard it.

“Why are you screaming?” I asked. “Didn’t you see?” She said. “I mean what is this fuss about?” I said lastly, a bit hoarse in tone; and trying to exhibit some authority. “Didnt you see them kissing. And behold, its gone. Its over.” She continued to say tersely while she folded her fingers and gazing at me scornfully.

It came again in my thoughts. I was starting to think stupidly. I was beginning to think silly! We were only two. The fire and the fat! What was i thinking? Aaaash!! “Now look at that,” she said, “unfolding her fingers. The guy is cheating on his girlfriend.” She tried to explain. But guess what? I wasnt listening at all. I was gazing straight in her eyes; thinking of something silly. Satan is no good friend. What I was thinking of, I wanted it to happen there and then. I was there and Ruth just right there. It was only one step. I needed just one step out of my fantasy world to the reality. But how? Ruth wasn’t easy as she seemed. Her countenance was a bit scary. Her facial expression signalled an easy going person. A woman like no other. When she opened her mouth to speak, it was the opposite. I was in dire straits now. I was figuring out my next move. My first attempts by word of mouth were hitting the rock. Chances were, I wasn’t going to make it; even though I cried a river pleading.

Alot of unending questions were crossing my mind. Alot of questions but no answers. This was Satan at work. I could not come up with something like this. This was really silly for a gentleman!! But curiosity? My mind was warped by the unending questions. How from hell? I was thinking normally just seconds before. I was sure of my ticket to heaven yes. But now…Oops! My thoughts were supervened. I started to think silly. Why? There was the fat and the fire.

I was about to commit a blunder of a lifetime. Okay, not to tell a lie, must I say! Things became sweet after she gave in to my advances; and after a long wait. The fat was beginning to melt. This is when she became slippery. The words were not coming out, only hisses. The silence was enormous, but the actions…wow! She began to slide in my hands. She was dancing already as I held her firm like a magnet. I could not lose this golden opportunity. I wanted to finish what I had started. And i was beginning to see fruits. There was nobody in the house, this encouraged the devil. Ruth was now hissing like a serpent. She was only slithering out the words, “…come into me,” with a throaty voice.

This was intesfied when I touched her gold mines. The springs were beginning to gush out water like a river. These were the pineapples, the passion fruits, the water melons she was eating. Her whole body began to shiver. I was scared, as i licked the juices out of her. Neither was I stable. She started to canvass my whole body with her hands. Her lips were licking sweat out of me. Ooh!! I got kisses like a thousand times. This was the other side of Ruth. Hot!!

“Come into me,” she wispered in my ears. Telling an hungry man to eat is no task. And the first plate coined the saying, “Bread eaten in secret is sweet.” I did this counting no minute. Every second came with ecstasy. I drilled the mines for the tenth time; pounding…4..5…4..5. She screamed out of ecstasy. She murmured, and not letting go; only pulling me to her– in a bid to fill the emptiness she felt. She had lost control. When the springs unleashed the last drops of the honey, it was time to let go. This was met by heavy breathing. “Relax.” I said, holding her breasts in my two hands. The shivering began to simmer. She had returned to earth from Paradise. She sighed lastly. She could not believe the one man’s army. I took her to paradise and back. Aaaah! Her womanhood was now filled with happiness. She could not believe!

I was empty now. I needed time to refill. And I was throbbing no more.

But i was looking at her in exasperation. As it is said, “victory is not to the swift,” I was looking beyond believe. The one who had received more blows and crying, begging for mercy was now singing hymns, as if to mock me. I had used alot of calories. I was wasted certainly. I was panting literally. This was in order to compensate for lost calories. I was and rightly into the enemy’s territory. She could do anything if she willed. I was at her mercy. So it happened, she started to pace for water; as I emptied the cups. At what speed? Huh! The enemy was in camps jubilating of another victory. As I was itching, throbbing a little for a come back, to the ring. But I was so tired to sleep.

The loser outright, needed time to refill their energy stores before round two. And in anticipation of a win, sure win that is; I needed dextrose. I needed cold water (again.) I needed Rock boom. Ooh! My friend in crime was on cloud nine already waiting for my return from the blue corner. Haha!

What had started out as a simple flirting, became enormous to a point of no return. It became irresistible. Ruth being innocent as I thought so many years, wasn’t! I was innocent instead. To some extent, I was lured by her. She was glaringly dressed. The top though purple, was transparent, revealing her curvaceous body. My eyes feasted insatiably. And men can attest to this. I was in for it come what may? Her skirt was skimpy revealing a little of her white pant. This was fuctioning promptly to bring out her natural allurements. And as it’s with other girls, their animal magnetism never ceases to amaze; especially when they do it on purpose. I have said i was innocent and seemingly it was my first encounter. My story like any other is no different. Things happen and that’s life.

I had forgotten to tell you about something. When the banging started suddenly, and in a rush, we forgot to use a condom. We just forgot about it. That’s how the devil works. The ride was Kawa though! It was sensational. It was memory to remember never forgotten. It was so sweet. It’s when I licked (which is the right word to use here) sweetness only for a few minutes. I remember the noises like it’s just happening. I remember the whispers; tickling my ears, was a bolt from the blue. The screams. Wow! And the wind which blue nailed the saying, “Stolen water is sweet.” I remember the way she said NO as if she meant it. Her facial expression signalled something else. This would not stop me. I knew about it from tales. A Woman’s NO can sometimes mean a yes. They are undecided these girls of ours. No no… don’t crucify me ladies! Those are tales of men talking about girls, not girls talking about girls. Blame me not.

This moment though in my whole life is exceptional, caused trouble for Ruth.

It is memorable. It’s when I felt like sweetness for the first time. It felt like honey. It felt like floating on Nimbus. It was happiness outright. I think this is why people call themselves sweetie, honey et. al? There must be reason for this. Someone tell me? I need to know!

From that day and now, Ruth is special though not my wife. There’s something I find special about her. She’s no other Women.

This is what we share in common. The few hours we shared ( our secret) and the baby. We got a baby? That encounter could not miss a thing I tell you true. The other conquences are obnoxious though.

The love that Ruth received from me happened for a few seconds. I regret it. I think she regrets it too. As for me, I got a baby, my first born. She’s my diamonds. If you think you have got treasures, mine is a baby. She came in the most abhorrent of ways. I treasure her still. And yes, what happened wasn’t planned. No one thought of it hours before. It was purely ignited by the devil. Silly thoughts! Not me of course? But I know you’re blaming me for it. Kale…!

If I have the powers to return back the time. I would begin to love Ruth. I would begin to be by her side. I would begin to treasure her. She deserves everything. She needed me most the time I wasn’t there for her. So painful!! She suffered. She grieved; It was hell. She was crucified. She was called names: whore, silly girl, prostitute, bitch et. al. She was rejected, trampled upon; protecting our little secret. In all this, she never aborted. She will always remain, the Woman of steel. The Woman like no other in my life.

I am now the proud father of Jaime. She’s my diamonds. My pearls. She’s everything. Something bonding left a parmanent mark between us. It will never change. And yes, people come into our life’s for seasons, others forever.

“The stone which the builder’s rejected has finally become the chief corner Stone.”

hope life



So John was a pauper, right! In their family neither did they hold any history of a distant relative propertied nor any item tradable for money. Their only treasure was the land his father inherited from their grandfather Male Nebengura. John grew up in this mix fighting three spirits. “Poverty, rejection and the abnormality people saw in him.” It could be seen within or without. That said, he grew up revering two men. They certainly appear in this story. Mr. Kitumba was a very generous man. He wielded a certain power, which cloak moneyed men. He was a village benefactor in some ways. “Great power comes with great responsibility.” So they willingly called him Jaajja (Grandfather.) He was a wealthy man indeed. This lead to his naming Jaajja. Or that it came as a form of reverence obtainable only for his status. Mr. Kitumba was the only reference John had for money.

There was also Mr. Matovu their neighbor. He had a Raleigh bicycle, which always attracted young men to him. He was generous with it. John adored the two men with reason; he saw them as the solution to some of his problems. More was with Mr. Kitumba. His benignity reverberated the hearts of Mr. and Mrs. Makumbi. The help was invaluable. It couldn’t be paid pecuniary. They in turn became casual laborers for him. By this time, John was too young to appreciate his importance and as to why they called him Jaajja. But that was before, however at seventeen years, he had started to acquaint with the quandary they suffered. Mr. Kitumba was the obvious liberate he identified with.

According to their rankings, in the status-quo; and by this time, to him, Mr. Kitumba was not just Jajja, but rather a grandfather indeed. Grandfather that is, if anyone wished to revere him. It wasn’t that they were related anyway or of the same clan. It was just because of courtesy. It was benignity. For he was a kind man. His liberality obliged the community to his naming Jaajja. John’s family, in his ingenious disposition was delusioned by Mr. Kitumba’s generosity. Eventually, it was for him that John drew the inspiration to be rich. The saying, “There is no free lunch in Paris,” came to him most often, said by Mr. Kitumba. He learnt to work early. He learnt the hard way. So it came as a goad in time. He started as a casual labourer to however wished to employee him. He was working already at an early age. This inspiration came outright from Mr. Kitumba. Duress was on his neck early, driving him to the lives of the opulent. He envisioned, being poverty stricken, he thought when he preoccupy himself with tales from rich men, like magic, he would be rich.

He wanted to be rich early though from a poor background. He wanted change? His life, his family’s future was obscured. He wanted change. Only that it came as the prodigal desire that could kill the good of intentions to ill ones. But like I said, he was a young man, this obsession engrossed the most part of his mind except for education. The desire was next to education. For education, there are steps involved. Likewise for riches. It just doesn’t come overnight, rather after seriously contemplations and mastery of the art. This is where John went wrong. He wanted the obsession to, like ice, thaw into something else which is real. He wanted money before education. Those who told him that education begets money and all sorts of concrete desires were enemies to his hard to reach aspirations. He had vowed to path his own true success story. However, it was too early for him to realize, it was a dream in oblivion. And among the many aspirations of the juvenile dreamer included the aforementioned, world travels, sporting et al. It was kind of awkward for his age. Being that he was normal and living his adolescent years- society thought different.

Most times, we are beholden to believe—adolescents—act a certain way normal for their age. Some people savor puberty later in their lives. It must be savored consequently. Besides the many other stages of puberty, social development takes toll with a lot of beautiful fantasies. Will you believe me? It wasn’t the case for John. His social troubles came beforehand and fantasies later in life. Eventually, his initial desires blurred into thin air. Dreams come true! Yes: not to squabble. But not in the juvenile sense, with obscurity. At the passing of years, most times, all sorts of dreams seem to be farce.

**Wait for part 3 next week**

Goads hope life




I have been in the habit of admonishing folks for the most part of my life; my colleagues- not all of them; those who really valued my words. I have discussed with my sisters. I have discussed with the old. And I have advised most of the people who came into my life about the fragile power of making decisions at an early age; knowingly or unknowingly by default. And about now, am humbled; ever bumping into boys and girls affirming this, that I spoke a word or two to their lives, and that my words didn’t go to waste. This is a testimony I can’t undermine. I am indebted to God only who made it possible early in my life, he poured his spirit on me; to preach good tidings to the weary.

With that, i can’t continue rambling else, everbeing in the act though; debating thus that making right decisions all the time leds to the top, yes, without doubt. ( Right decisions are all those you make and follow them even when they are wrong at that particular moment. The key word is following.) These decisions eventually proximate our dreams and aspirations to our conscious. So we need to embrace the fact and learn to live by it, after all, we can’t be tall enough to see the future. Things are things and are in the hands of God. And whichever decisions you make, live by them and allow no words to distract you from a course taken. These words are tailored to defeat dreams and aspirations. They come to beat decision and warp conscious to oblivion. Knowingly so, people are fond of wanting to influence other people’s decisions in their own right; to their way of thinking or rather at the nearing of the end of the age, they want their aspirations to be fulfilled by their children; their brothers and sisters, which is okay. What is wrong is failing to fulfill your own purpose; the reason you were created on earth. Failing to birth your own novel dreams and see them through reality. When this happens, a saying goes, “we deem good what our fore father’s deemed good.” Said Confucius. This is the end of invention.

Now what am saying today is the novelty we must appreciate and embrace- to stop being in the shadows of others; remembering that what happens first always appears better and more original than what comes after. To think, to path our journey’s and to do things our way; learning to do things with hope and with patience must come of force with this philosophy. Talk of ragged boys and girls who start off early, hustling without direction and help. What really helps them? I believe there are a number of things at play but certainly, decision making is just near the list. Or rather, they are driven by their passions, aspirations, persona, dreams and talent. That in chase for a talent, dreams or aspirations; it’s already a decision taken. The variance then is to stick to it. (Following.) This makes the difference and can also be a test to identify success of such individuals and failure measured by the level of committedness; for commitment to hard work, leads such individuals to a pool of experience and skill so great.

We can’t be tall enough to see the future.

When a decision is taken no one is sure what happens tomorrow- just live by the waves, wait for the unseen prospects guided by God. Am certain, if your consecration is bestowable upon him, Providence comes henceforth from whence. And other deities well, I can’t tell, but yes, true providence comes only from the devine.


Allow me discus these two concepts with a profound form of genius obtainable only from a protagonist view in the contemporary affairs and through experience. I have been in the two world’s. I have digested facts and set myself to learning and writing and when I set my eyes to this, believe me, I said let it be for all; that with time if God permits, I pour out what I have learnt in a simpler and a language which can be digested and comprehended by all- colleagues and family in the village likewise the opulent. Brace yourselves hence, I laboured not for myself only. This is for posterity; for all of us to learn. Knowingly therefore; “In all generations, there is always one who grieves.”

So this is it, again, a decision taken. God has helped it dearly. I am writing this in my youthful years, a testimony to the world and for my works; allow my benignity, the best teachers preach what they do, coming of effect out of a pool of experience and filled with reason. This has also affected my discourse greatly.

As youths, certainly, we are told to persue education and achieve greatness of no limit. Allow me say this also, from my experience, nurture, meekness also play a crucial part in what I refer to here as greatness of no limit; unfruitful else. Wealth and upbringing are in tandem; and this is not a vacation that at the end, there is a title for it. It comes from what one is trained to do or trains himself to do at home or throughout life. These things start at home or early in life. “A tree blooms where it’s planted.”

Akaliba akendo, okalabira kumuukonda

However, more talk is about education, go to college yes; we are not told the same about wealth- (those of us with gift for wealth)- yet all the two are equal in the same measure. You find that at the end of the road, the two are in tandem.

I have also observed, what you set your mind onto early, is what you get. Talk of the school drop outs. What they involve in after school (so many things.) Am looking at a possible scenario where the two and respectively; wealth and academia, at foundation level, same time, same year starting out. What is the possible out come? And not considering failure; here I refer to success at its best, what is the possible outcome? This is where academia and wealth comes about? For if God so wishes, this is what I referred to as greatness of no limit. And now having achieved greatness in both areas respectively, crossing over to the other end of the line is, I must say, starting over. Crossing over from one extreme end to another is a dead end, believe me, when I say, it marks the end and yes the beginning. Nevertheless, the two at the end are in tandem; differing only, on which among the two takes the led ( by affinity.) My philosophy is this so, to wish to be wealthy or to wish to be in academia; you need a decision and which must be followed. Success requires alot in terms of time and money. Academia requires concentration , committedness and talent. Wealth too requires concentration, committedness and yes talent. So when a decision is made, and dreams too, they will help drive you the rest of your lifetime. Stick to them.

The simple difference between a rich person and a wealthy person is that a wealthy person has sustainable wealth. In otherwards, a wealthy person will always be wealthy, while someone who is merely rich will only be so for a short period of time until the money is long gone.

Let’s say you spend most of your years yearning to acquire knowledge at school, get a profession, practice it and further your studies in that same line becoming an academician. You can’t in the same vein persue wealth. Impossible! If so, you start over, pursuing a vacation not taken at first. For things have their dynamics, which ideally take us alot of time to learn and of which we must learn if we are to succeed in them. And I hope you have the wisdom enough to discern riches from wealth. For like academia, wealth is also an art worth time and committedness. You can’t spend most of your years at school and hope at the end you will be wealthy. Impossible! Ok, if you will, be with a semblance of it- double gift; right away. Or persistence. Certainly, you will be rich; because genuinely, what happens at the end of a course taken and which commands success. By default, most times success comes with alot and money defines it- correct me if I am wrong.

Wealth like academia requires alot of time, patience and passion to accumulate. In otherwards, it’s not an overnight thing. It takes years to build.

In some cases, a few people who picked what am discoursing early or the ones who were influenced by those who knew. Or those who were enlightened by God like me- enlightenment comes of course after action well taken of urging to learn- they got chance and achieved success in their respective areas early, yes, that you would believe it’s impossible. Talk of those who acquire wealth at age 25, heirloom inclusive, besides without this philosophy, wealth is squandered. Talk of those who become professor’s early at still 25. This explains a genius but also a discernment discovered early, that lead to a discovery of a potential in these two concrete areas respectively. This is what I refer to as decision making. Therefore, we can make decisions or we can be led to make them by default or affinity takes lead. So this concept, though wide; in this regard, it’s custom tailored to the two.

Think colleagues, when I observe and decide to be wealthy early, I do those things that lead me to it; like wise for academia. Those who aspired to be wealthy when still at school; that element was visible in them. Those who set out to be doctors early, still the element was visible. They were not far from their dreams. When you decide, your aspirations follow you. And then, aspirations, dreams, cause a drive inherent that at the end when all factors remain constant, they become a reality. They cause fright, scare fear; the phobia that normally comes with a vacation. And when success is not handled/nurtured early, it comes close to impossible.

So my thesis helps define the end. What happens when dreams become so visible to realisation. This happens, you do things in tandem to what you envision. “For as when a hungry man dreams, and behold, he is eating; and awakes with his hunger not satisfied- this is a reality and so happens to any dreamer; or as when a thirsty man dreams, and behold, he is drinking and awakes faint with his thirsty not quenched.” This quote I believe explains partly my gist of the matter. For when one dreams eating; he is eating and his thoughts faint of too much activity, so is the drive in that specific direction; that you start to do things that unmask your aspirations to fate, what here I call following. Nurture hence comes of force.

We can’t urge therefore that college professors are not wealthy or specifically why economics professors are not wealthy giving reasons with except a few. From this thesis therefore, we discover that it’s not their line of pursue. They made aspirations to achieve what they are now; their line of expertise. We can’t blame them for what they are not? It’s like tasking a nurse to do surgery on a patient with a brain tumor. Though being of the same field, same interests and workplace with doctors, they are completely of a different pursue. Doctors take some good years at school, nurses too; pursuing things different. We can’t blame them so for what they are not, having also sacrificed, took several years at school, and are content with what they do- that which took them alot of time and resources. Thanks for decisions well made. They are good assigned the right jobs; so be it to a wealthy man and an academician. And this is what am explaining, we become what takes most of our time and commitment. It’s called persistence. No such thing as several years wasted; at the end of the day, with what has been consquently consuming our years, there is knowledge reaped. Life is by default a teacher.

Discover your strengths and focus all your energies on a single thing for a long time.

Being of this view, I observe wealthy men. This is what I learn, they started out early and of course with a geniality so close. This is also true, those in academia; they expended a great deal of time, year’s and affinity; with extra coaching and sleepless nights- with a geniality of course or persistence; to be what they are today in that same line being professionals you can’t doubt. And consider the rich, having their favorite sons and daughters trained about wealth on addition to formal education. So it happens, those with affinity for business become their favorite and reap from their vast pool of experience. The rest besides being pampered are sent to expensive colleges to become the best of the middle class earning their livelihood from whence (academia) where still affinity is exhibited early and that which took them alot of years.

This is where academia is good, most times, there are no short cuts. If they are there, I believe they are not cruel. Trouble with riches! There are so many get rich schemes. There so many mysteries. However, okay; whichever course you take, there is a price to pay. Tread cautiously. Wealth is through industry not anything else. I reffer you to read my paper called wealth pangs.

Vacations where there are no promotions become monotonous and patience also with no re-invention becomes tiresome and leads to the lack of it. When patience fails, avoid the temptation to quick money schemes, this is the beginning of evil. Things come with hard work and persistence, the rest God knows. It’s not Illuminati ( Edooggo) as it’s promulgated to be wealthy. Okay, if so, you must have a semblance of it, affinity, passion and talent (any form.) Semblance is worked.

Cosquently therefore, knowing the above, we need to make decisions early and choose where to belong; that afterwards, we do what those who are already there, in the same line of pursue, did fervently. Choosing role model’s, being passionate and picking up affinity to strive. God will bless our sufferings. And what came out with crying accidentally turns out to be a blessing indeed. This is the Lord’s doing.

There is also this disputation I want to nip before time. Someone is already armed to doubt my philosophy, as usual but well, allow me explain. In both sides, there is failure, I can’t start now to dispute. But this can’t be an impendiment to our deep desire to achieve; seeing that one goes to school already knowing a few jobless people in the hood and instead of give up, he continues with the persuit others failed.

A talent or a dream which is failed or not neglected, becomes an opportunity to who craved it. An example is a failed muscian who became a producer. Or a failed footballer who became a coach or refere or linesman. Wholesomely, this is not failure. When you concentrate all your energies to a one thing for along time, expect no failure; just be flexible and accept fate as its said of those who wanted to stone the moon; they instead aimed at the sun so that when the stone was falling stoned the moon.

Hence, before you urge. In all this, education is key. And as it were written, education is the best change agent. Be eager to educate yourself enough, decide on a vacation, keep in school. Keep learning and make a decision, aspire and dream. Educate yourself, pray to God, expend great affinity, practice. This will definately define you from failure. And knowingly then, at the end of education there are titles worked for, being that, they are for presitige and honour. With wealth titles are created. Prestige is worked and honour. When you choose to make wealth then, there are no titles. Create a title for yourself.

The principle’s of accumulation of wealth, well are for all to learn but need affinity just like institutional courses. It becomes easier with some form of affinity here I refer to as a geniality. I know of a boy who had affinity for engineering right from childhood, but like the killer of dreams, fate caught up with him, that after college, he became a teacher. However his actions, in whatever he did, the element of engineering was so evident that I am inclined to believe, his actions were overly influenced by his aspirations, the dreams, the decisons he made and if God wishes, he will die trying to fulfill them, if not him, it will be his children, his brothers, his wife. He will overly influence them in that same line of pursuit and if fulfilled, he will then learn to settle, contentment finally being come. And consider this also, what happens if fate catches up with none dreamers- it’s a dead end to good of intentions.

Therefore, if you want to have money, you will be rich, and academia serves that better but if you want to be wealthy, to make money, jump out of the clown, get education enough and start off, accumulate wealth. In my previous papers written, I pointed out the need to familiarize with the dynamics of a chosen course of action. For like academia, the principle’s of accumulation need time to learn, the same happens to wealth. Don’t blame who has not practiced a course you think is inevitable to take. Don’t blame academicians for their poverty, wealth was not their line of pursue.


hope life


Good evening my good people. Hoping everyone is fine. It’s been a while ever since I last posted here, well; I have come to bore you again as my habit is, with random stories and escapades. My endless tirades. Ha! Bear with me.

On 12th/2/2020 I bumped into two men in a very strange conversation. It was strange that; nevermind the pestilence- yes Corona was a new disease to them and likewise yours truly. But definitely it was something foreign. Something far fetched. And then it was hard to believe it could come out a pestilence for that matter. If you were drawn to believe so at that instant, there was need to squamble. It was something strange, so exotic to our dear Uganda. And when still in China I said: Issues of the generals should be left to the generals. Deaf ears! Ha ha! Little did I know? Ouch!

I didn’t think that in no time, it would come close to my pockets- a reality now.

When I heard of Uganda’s first case. I feared for dear life. I feared for my plans, my goals ooh my? I feared for my dear ones. My business on the onset I knew would come to a stand still. Not at this magnitude though! I had landed a billion dollar deal but phew! It sunk to Oblivion. All appointments botched. All my goals once so visible slithered to second to impossible. The situation could go on for the next several months.

Little did I know?

And now we are in a lockdown.

Allow me to breath…phew!

So I have a glass of water to quench my thirst that is spontaneously surging and am thinking still.

“When is lockdown lifted?”

This situation means alot to however is reading this post I believe. It has caused alot of consequences to name a few:

  • Hunger
  • Anger
  • Poverty
  • No education
  • Domestic violence
  • And no direction

Hey, if you are in this; like me, don’t attach feeling. Don’t I repeat! And if you do, you will hurt.

What do I do in all this? How do I manage? How do I handle the consequences?

Pestilence is hear for a year or so, according to WHO. So what then?

I have learnt to appreciate situations. This is here, what next? I have learnt to seek the devine; my spiritual self. How could I manage without God? And when all botched, I ran fast to the devine- my only hope. Am still hoping for the best. I am praying candidly for normalcy. I am here at that instant. God go with me. And in a pestilence, you only, remain mighty. You helped our grand parents decades before during former padamics. You only- still help men who are lost of direction. Am calling upon your mighty hand for a generation. Come on quick.

I read in a book these words:

“Every seed of adversity comes with it the seed of an added advantage.”

What did I learn?

I learnt to always be positive in all situations. As a seed of adversity grows, it doesn’t come alone. It comes with an advantage better off and which you must crush within no minute. When you are negative, thrown to despair, you fail to see clearly the advantage that comes in a very bad situation enormously. Be positive. This is what wins.

As everything else botched, I was inclined to collapse, I was drowned in mud to negativity. And ooh how I survived?

From the endless mire, I decided to list all my dreams, artifying them to a reality so visible to imagination. They became a new no doubt. This is what now engloss my mind. I think, I contemplate positivity and I am distracted from negativity all men are drawn to believe. This is extraordinary. Coming out of imagery. Every day I draw plans. I set goals and I think. I meditate all night about my dreams that have oftenly blurred the pandamic and all it’s consequences to a reality so close to my heart.

I vehemently vow to achieve my whole picture after the pestilence.

The situation we are in has given me time enough to read, seek knowledge, contemplate, do things my way and research. I now use my brains effeciently.

Talking of possibilities and imagination; this drew immense inspiration down from the lowest peak to a reality and sparked off my thinking. The imagination is visible. It has given me supremacy against all hell portrayed on the news. These words here also originate from the very pool.


Nothing is comparable to this power.

Dear colleagues, always turn bad situations to your side. Don’t drown. Think as a winner and come out of the mire victorious. This power am talking about brought about hope for a new tomorrow down my soul. I am not shaken. It has come with new prospects. My temporary goals that botched in real time, got replacements that match with the tide.

And this is true; “When a man is drowned into uncertainty, in a mire filled with fear, survival instincts become visible enough as a way out.”

This pestilence considering the said possibilities is a blessing in disguise. It’s an abnormal situation that has imbued confidence and woken me up. I have survived literally. This is a break through. I am not going to sink. I am winning.

Well others have sunk already. Businesses have gone to oblivion. There is total collapse!! If it wasn’t for these words I would be under a derail, ready to sink.

When in abnormal situations, seem to be abnormal? I repeat. Seem to be abnormal from the herd positively.

This whole thing explains resilience. The adaptive mode of humanity.

The ones who were singing the busy song now have time enough to make money. Don’t ask me how? (Please be positive for once.) Spending is now cut half. You have now time enough to invest. (This is time for real investors.) You have time to think. Contemplate. You now have time enough to think self. Think of goals. Envision your plans. Do something about yourself. Lift up your spiritual life. Read the Bible. Go an extra mile to uplift self. Read. Listen to pundits who interest you. Get knowledge from so many sources there are. The books, internet et. al.

This period must help you do something. It must help you do something your way. Please do something.

This is a bad situation you must turn positive.

Talk money. (Money gives dignity.) Invest. Talk dreams.

This is a blessing indeed. The Lord has given it.

This is a period for extra- ordinary breakthroughs. It’s a period for extraordinary collapse. It’s a time for extraordinary ideas. A time for extraordinary Providence. This is our year dear readers. Realize.

God has given it.

If you have not seen this already then I am sorry. A miracle has passed.

Fear at first came to freak shit out. To settle the good of intentions- the reality. Not pomp. This is a prospect at last coming from the devine. Those who have been in the habit of seeking God and working unwaveringly. There is a distant light coming. I see a poor man surging in the tide to wealth. God has made it.

A blessing in the shadows of shoel came with trembling for a breakthrough.

(2020) a year a poor man rose to the top. To rub shoulders with princes of a people.

Wait for my testimony.



Today 16th/Jan/2020, I have started real working. Yes real working! Haven’t I been working you mean! At this age? Relax? I have been working;- but not for wealth. When I say I have started real working, this is what i mean?– working for wealth. I have been up and down, education has really taken too much of my time and resources which is okay. Now I settle down for something meaningful, something above education- (my passion above everything else beyond)- about me and the country. I now practice what has taken me alot of time to muster. The theoretical mind I turn it practical now. This is education at last. So I start another journey of learning about life, work and everything else besides. This will also take me alot of time to muster. I vow to be a wise student, as I learn about alot, that which I have not been accustomed to- and everything else; in position to salvage me. I am ready to learn the knowledge great men possess- about the issues of life. I vow to be a good student; a lifetime student at that instant forever. This new science of mine; which now so far, I have injected an arm and leg. I vow to keep vehemently. I vow to learn, going on with simplicity and a steady gait with determination and patience together. I swear to you, this is one area am going to get useful A’s. Am sure they will lead me to the epitome. So let there be travails; I will still win. Let everything else fail. Let no scapegoats present, such that I achieve.

I pray.

At the end of this journey, I will be judged, right? I will be passed through a sieve just like any other great man. I will be a mixed bag. What else? Weigh in so, judge me knowing; I am no ordinary man. Life granted me travails, that I learn to perservere. Life granted me hope through unknown prospects that I learn to pray. It taught me meekness and tranquility, for God to lift me up. Speak forth then;- about hopelessness, I was there. Talk of poverty, I was there still. For afflictions, I will tell you ABC. Nothing is so scaring. There is nothing new; except this expedition of mine.

So in this journey, I vow with devotion to get the best.

I am equipped at that instant. (Prayer is my best weapon.) Come slow.. !


I have served education well. And I start on this new expedition; well knowing, it’s a journey full of dynamics; just like education- It’s not easy. I am going to win with zeal though. The afore earned knowledge will help me. Besides, what is education for? With charity and hard work; with propriety and prayer. With devotion. With the will and the knowledge that await me in this new expedition besides; all combined make me no ordinary man. I have to crawl above the horizons. I swim in murky waters now to reach the top. No form of perseverance will fail me. I have to reach the epitome, all round; with this journey I start now, being the foundation stone. My decision at last, ingrained with persistence, will be the best; though now I am a fool for it. Nothing fails determination. Nothing fails a decision unneglected. I stand with you- (my decision)- we stand together? Be not terrified. And when I go to uncertainty, a pit knowing not the next step, my heart will go with you.

I have to do this. It’s my decision well thought of. It’s part of my grand master plan. I stand by it. I pray and God come quick. Show your will; salvage a pauper. Show your might hand. Lift me up; shall I not sit with princes. Shall I not be noble. Shall I not be strong. No form of witchcraft will withstand me.

I give in and I wait patiently onto you.

With education, I remain only with three semesters to finish. The load is not much now. I can juggle things out. I can juggle this as I do agriculture. I am preparing for where to go after school. These two combined are too demanding believe me. To be here or there depends on me though. And I must get results from both. It’s tiresome. It’s demanding in terms of time and money. It’s costing an arm and leg. What should a deligent man do?

I sacrifice now, a better tomorrow awaits.

And now what? I am the boss. Pardon me! Yes, am the boss. Best things come cheap. Aww?

I am an employer? This is part of my dream, though it has come quick. In the big picture, my vision dictates, however still big for a start up. Tell me true then, “What happens to humble beginnings?” I wait patiently for the prospects unknown.

So far I employ three men at my garden. Yes a garden- not a farm yet; accommodating the work load of three men. And we are moving on.

I am their boss. Haha? I still don’t believe! I don’t count this for a thing. Well, but actually, they do! This is true; they call me Mzee ( Do you know what this means anyway?) Argh..!! It fascinates me when they slither out the ka word. Am I too old? What for anyway? Can’t i resist their title for once? Can’t titles remain a reserve for white collar jobs? Is this some form of respect conferred to the source of their life blood? If this is to go by, I thank God unwaveringly. But phew? This comes with some form of responsibility ( to early to believe!) One tells you stories, probably he wasted his chances; and before you know, he wants money. Really??

This is true, I am their benefactor. I am working hard so, for myself and whoever calls me a benefactor. God abate me.


There is something I have discovered about myself- it’s the urge to provide services to a people. I am into agriculture for now, as so many other ventures await. I have put reasonable amounts of my cash in this venture for profit. Now so far about 6m. My dream is to provide services to people. Those who will want my products. Those who will want my advice. Won’t they be getting services from me? Just asking. Agriculture has also the ability to divulge a pauper from the pit. This comes as when it’s considered a business. Treating it like one, it becomes one. The opposite is inversely true.

One of the principle rules to wealth is to always multiply and keep. Any venture capable of multiplying a fortune is a business.

Why did I choose agriculture among the so many ventures there are as my start up?

Well, must i admit, I grew up in an area which was wholly into agriculture. It was like kind of a hobby. It was something for subsistence. Something extra for a few dollars. Not a business. And someone would leave his land, a treasure, in search for greener pastures; when actually, greener pastures existed at their back yard. People still do.

Visualize opportunities immediately when they are less seen. When not many people see them as treasure- ( when people disdain their importance.) Be real.

We all have different areas for our breakthroughs though, in a word, it begins with the one you hold onto dearly. When it’s only you actually seeing gold in a pool of garbage. It’s only chance, the will of God and disposition that can help identify such on the onset.

How do opportunities present?

“Most times, they are too near to be felt until when they are far away to touch.” Sometimes they are disgusting. They are white elephants- so tiresome! They are dead ends.

When it’s however soiled? It’s worth trying.

In the village above, most people therein were agriculturists. I personally was part of the people who were into the venture. Will you believe me! Ours wasn’t for business. Majorly, ours was for the saucepan (subsistence.) This saved us the burden of buying food. We produced enough for our consumption. No worries!

With this experience at hand and the knowledge gained, when the idea surfaced, visible to the mind, I purged onto it. No looking back. And if this be treason, I vow to get the best.

This being my decision, I stand by it.

Up to now, alot of people still depend on the food baskets. Alot of people still do subsistence. This is one area still fertile. It’s insatiable. Its not lucrative to many- though we depend on it. As an entrepreneur, I look for gaps like this.

( This is me. Other people may also opt for different areas accordingly based on their passions. The goal remains the same.)

This is what I want to emphasize? There are so many methods for accumulating wealth. However, the principle’s remain the same. Do whatever; apply the same principle’s still. Accumulate wealth.

It’s bad this post is not for principles. But only highlighting one area I have found insatiable, fertile for fresh mind’s.

Agriculture is what I choose for now. I am really obsessed with the urge to provide service to humanity. I tell you true, providing food to a number of families is a service I can’t undermine.

A few men take agriculture as a business. To others it’s still for subsistence. But like I said, it has the ability to churnout profits, likewise losses to whoever engages in it. It has the ability to make wealth. It has the ability to transform society. It has the ability to make one rich. This is the one quality that fascinated me. And being desirous to make a fortune , I commit my energy and time here, and at that instant, I wait on the prospects from above patiently.


With this in mind, knowing much profoundly the dynamics, I decided to purge onto it. This is what I have grown up doing. And i know some of the secrets involved in and out. This is what my OBs and OGs do both commercial and for subsistence. There’s no knowledge gap. And If you’re determined, I say then, this is worth trying.

My readers, any one thinking of anything to do, agriculture is the thing now. Do it not like the homosapiens (subsistence.) Let it be for money (commercial).

I look forward to employ myself first then as away of providing services and goods to the community, I will also be forced to employ wannaich looking for jobs.

And like any other business, agriculture also has it’s dynamics. There a few tricks our brothers already in service know than we are. The beauty with joining this lucrative business with some kind of knowledge that is- (only got at school) is that you have a comparative advantage better off. This comes when you incorporate wannaich wisdom into the whole picture. Obviously, it becomes easy to learn their wisdom than them learning about your game. This is the advantage. Utilise it!


I write this having planted three acres of maize for starters, I look forward to expand my business. Humble beginnings count. I look forward to expand my business if God so wills. Those who have been looking at agriculture with contempt, only good when it’s subsistence. I am going to surprise you. And having wanted to be my own boss, this came at no cost. Secondly, my passion to turn around the myths involved in success to my brothers and sisters like me already in abject poverty. I wish to do it with some kind of proof, that it’s possible. My venture being an example of success from rags to riches. I will tell you so, that God has been on my side. He lifted me up. And there’s no other secrets; no myths but only God? Let others confer their trust in other things, I stand in for God. He has been on my side. I am a testimony. Take me for example then. Something out of my sweat is a testimony to God’s Providence. He chose me. So it’s easier when in God.


The overview now, agriculture is an art worth learning and it takes time. It needs zeal. It takes patience, and determination. It takes the willingness to learn. How do you maximise the profits. How do you counteract the losses. What to plant? The dynamics I mean. Where do you start from? The markets? Who to contact? The seasons et. al.

These questions are not new, actually, it’s what enterprenuers ask. However, whenever we are venturing out into business, phobia presents and cloaks the right information. We are conerned because of this gap and we end up failing miserably. So be there to learn from those who know.

I have decided to write this blog post to encourage someone thinking he has failed to start- just start out!! Nothing is impossible. You don’t need a lot of capital. Instead of buying clothes. Instead of buying gifts for girls or instead of receiving gifts. Ask for capital. 20k can suffice. 50k can suffice, just start out. Don’t raise the bar high beyond your means. Think of something small. Realize the pecuniary value of things. Don’t fail to start. Be your only employee as you wait for the prospects unknown and wait patiently. 50,000/- is in position to churn out 1,000,000 plus shillings for you dear one who risks to be called a failure. Remember business is not for the faint hearted. And it’s not a failure thing. When we are starting out, we are undermined. But in start up’s, there’s ability; there is potential that lifts the poor from the ash heap. There is success so fragile and invisible.

This story is for my brothers and sisters. Those trying to look out for anything to do. Just try out on anything. And pray to God. You will never regret.

For my case, I am concentrating all my energies and resources on agriculture. I pray not to regret. Never!



Never mind

While am away to the sea,
Pondering about the heavens.
Thinking about the horizons too deep,
I will be smiling.
I will be there,
When you need me. I will be there,
To play the games,
I will be there to see,
To shake hands,
To laugh,
To hug,
To caress,
I will always be there,
If that is what friends are for?

Never mind

It will take you time to realise,
What I feel?
It will take me time to realise,
What you feel?
Though I will be there,
In my own shadow,
Stalking you.

Never mind

There so many things we can’t say,
So many things we can’t tell,
I don’t want to say bye.
I just wanna say,
Will you be mine!
Take time,
Won’t you?

Never mind

I Will walk you down a steep,
I will smile when i dream,
I will pray,
God knows.
It seems you are out of space
A place far out of reach
Your people still pulling,
They know not.
My heart leaps like a humming
bird in flight.
Every time i talk to you,
The yellow birds sing,
The lions sleep,
In my presence-
They sleep satisfied!
This is something i never felt,
You inspire it in dreams.

Never mind

I have alot on my mind,
A myriad of things.
Speak forth,
Spread happiness
Follow your heart
Keep dreaming,
Something goes on,
While I sleep.

Every moment i live, the further I’m
It’s real,
I won’t think otherwise,
I believe you’re mine,
I believe in love,
I believe in pearls,
So I have you.
I dream.
This is what matters?

Faith is the only reason i keep
I have the hope.
Push me through trials,
I will rise.
I swear i can rise up,
I can fly.
I can hold onto nimbus
I can dream away
I can touch the stars
If that’s what it takes.

I believe i can rise my wings,
I can fly
High enough to the clouds.
I will freeze the storm
Just to protect you,
I will freeze the sea,
Just to keep dreaming,
I will dream
I will keep smiling,
I will hold onto you,
I will treasure you,
While i dream…,
It will take you time to realise,
What i feel?

When i think,
When i rise,
Before i realise,
What you feel?

You mean confusion.

Goads life wisdom


This is what comes to my mind when I open a book to read: To interview the best of wisdom. To tap into the experiences of great men, those who laboured; learning about their experiences and troubles in a short time possible.

This advice is revealed to us by Rene Descartes in 1637, in his immortal book, “DISCOURSE ON THE METHODS OF RIGHTLY CONDUCTING THE MIND.” He wrote forth in part two of the book:

(This quote is worth all acceptance.)

The perusal of all excellent books is, as it were, to interview with the noblest men of past ages, who have written them. And even a studied interview, in which are discovered to us only their choicest thoughts–that eloquence has incomparable force and beauty; that poesy has its ravishing graces and delights; that in the mathematics there are many refined discoveries eminently suited to gratify the inquisitive, as well as further all the arts and lessen the labour of man. That numerous highly useful precepts and exhortations to virtue are contained in treatises on morals. That theology points out the path to heaven; that philosophy affords the means of discoursing with an appearance of truth on all matters, and commands the admiration of the more simple; that jurisprudence, medicine, and the other sciences, secure for their cultivators honors and riches; and, in fine, that it is useful to bestow some attention upon all, even upon those abounding the most in superstition and error, that we may be in a position to determine their real value, and guard against being deceived.

I beg, if you feel you have not understood the quote above, please re-read it; or else, my precious time spent writing this would be unfruitful.

It’s also discovered to us, according to what is written, that Machiavelli, also urged his Son Guido to read. He was an able statesman, he was a reader himself and got time to write many discourses, one stands out: “THE PRINCE.” It’s a gift to mankind. It’s superb. He gave himself entirely to reading and study that the best out came. Am telling this because I am also fascinated with a little skill, that of ever wanting to read and write. After all, what else? I can’t play football. I can’t play volleyball. I can’t sing either- though I can write good poems. The course I took, enabled by my disposition, came forth with ease- and granted by nature; became more evident. What then? My disposition dictates.

Reading and writing; day and night; was a dream come true. And as I also see you seamlessly exhibit joy in your different niche, I am contented. This by fate, is where I belong.

Wisdom is gained out of experience in contemporary affairs. It’s with aged men and women. They talk to us through their immortal books, they confess their testimonies which need to be read at all cost.

With that, I am sacrificing a lot, just like you; if I may say, on things that take your fancy. I am writing the best here, testifying- as my blog allows; to enlighten you- my dears reading. Though, like the histories; it’s also coming out of a lot of undertones. There is alot of reading, editing, contemplation and study to say, that take place. Sometimes, you see a duck on water, thinking that all is well; when actually, there is alot of paddling beneath it. This contemplation comes out of a simple genius I am endowed with by God.

Talk of sacrifice. If it applies to me who is nothing, what about our heroes. What about the Masters of the written word? What about you in your respective area of study? They’re heroes, right! They are geniuses! The sage! They are special beings, that they fore went pleasure of so many forms to gift humanity. They despised pleasure, they despised pains. What about you and me? Stay away from the comfort zone.

The list can go on and on, the likes of Newton, at only 24 years, he wrote his immortal Principia nuturalis Mathematica, which became the bible of the new science. Talk of eistein, talk of Herbert Spencer. These men exceptionally lived like no other, everbeing life time students. Tell me if you will; and if I may ask truely; why not sacrifice a little for the common good- (your talent.) Why not suffer a little. Life is meaningless without a little suffering. If you don’t know, Know then.

I repeat therefore: I am blessed with a little skill; that of ever loving to open books. I am sacrificing and I thank God. This is my talent, my only skill attained only by practice and patience alone, there is no other. What should I say? In a word, these books are superb. They enlighten us. They are super cool? Making the gullible wise. They are marvelous? Like the Bible, they are books of life. With their precepts, you lead a pious, happy and a fulfilled life.

Through them, we learn how the ancients lived. We learn how to live. We learn how they loved God. How they revelled in the world. How they made a living, and their living with nature and humanity as a race. This is true, all this is wisdom. How I pity those who live their year’s void of knowledge. How I pity you? You are destroyed already. The sages, we learn from their experiences. We learn at the expense of their troubles. How I pity the simple? How I pity the fools void of understanding. You don’t love understanding, so be it. He is injured who abides in his error and ignorance.

Back to Machiavelli. He wrote the following words to his son Guido:

My son, take pains to study since you no longer have the excuse for illness. You are quite restored in health. Take pains so to learn from great men (he who wishes to be like great men and his disposition has no such ability; let him study actions of extraordinary men inoder to be one- let him be fascinated by words; no one ever being stupid came out of reading the same still- let him study great men.) Take pains then to study music, take pains to read letters; see what honour is given onto me for the little skill I have.

The advice above was to Guido. However, the Buganda sage goes, “We baaba babulirira omwana wabobwe, nga owomunaku amattu okunkumula.” (If they are confabing a son of a rich man, a poor man’s son is obliged to listen” (Hope that’s what it means literally.)

This was his desire. He wanted his son to learn in a short time the knowledge of the ancient. He wanted his son to learn the wisdom, the experience of those who were known to possess it. What took them years, and so many troubles to organize. What took them sleepless nights to write, what took them years to learn and understand- to learn in the shortest period possible. The sages of the world, ever so, have put their magnificent words, their choicest thoughts, (all that which took them years and alot of troubles to learn) in small volumes called BOOKS. Our problem is only that we don’t want to read. Hide gold in a book, they say, keep it forever.

We don’t want to open books, that’s fact, except those imposed on us by our education system. We don’t want to strain our eyes. We read to pass exams, I assume. If I may say then, virtually, those with opportunity to learn from schools are wise – those who really learn. By definition, education in simple terms, is that;- which remains after school. Is it evident in you. “Knowledge,” wrote Machiavelli, “does come of learning well retained, unfruitful else.”

I have said, if your ability is lacking, follow the foot steps of the learned. Or, the easy way is to pray to God who gives all things to all free.

This is Isaiah’s testimony (50:1-5.)

The Lord God has given Me

The tongue of the learned,

That I should know how to speak

A word in season to him who is weary.

He awakens Me morning by morning,

He awakens My ear

To hear as the learned.

The Lord God has opened My ear;

And I was not rebellious,

Nor did I turn away.

So imitate what there is, tap into nature’s lofty and unending graces, be wise, read histories, read books. There is nothing which is not written about on earth. We are saved from the trouble of learning without direction. The other day, I found the following articles online: How to seduce a girl under ten minutes. Really? How to cook a delicious meal? How to get laid? Haha?? How to enjoy your money? How to exercise? Et. al.

This all is knowledge. And before you die, pick up a skill… do it well.

The wise men in books teach us how to make money. They teach us how to live poiusly. They teach us about nature, man’s work, role and about God. They teach us how the universe is organized. They teach us how to live with our loved ones. They teach us piety. In fine, their experiences expose us to an abyss, a pool of knowledge in seconds. Let no one lie to you then, man is impossible if these precepts whirl within our brains. What man can do, certainly, another can do? What they did, we can do?

Wisdom is this so: A master crafts man. It’s with God, tap into it. I infer therefore, wisdom can be given devinely; it can also be imitated. Extraordinary wisdom can be acquired only from God. And as a Christian, what should I say?

So far so good, appreciate life, why not happen if the opportunity prevails; be positive. Why not enjoy when time allows? Be conscious at all time; be constant at making decisions. Know even the best one’s can be changed. Constantly make decisions, and follow them. In a word: Have a vision. And if you don’t have one, just keep making decisions. Knowingly therefore that man was made to do only that which men do. Think then about this, to succeed, the rest is secondary. Never restrict your self.

Emperor Marcus Aurelius in his philosophies wrote: “Love thy art with all heart, sleep hungry, unwashed, keep hungry. Practice continuously, come to a thing. Practice to perfect. Take pleasure in one thing and rest in it.”

And wait, besides all that, call onto God. Read the Bible. I have read it and I still do. Acknowledge the owners of this universe. Be humble. The Bible says, the meek shall eat the good of the land. Those who trust in God almighty, can never be disappointed. I am optimistic so.

This journey of reading and writing, I commit my time. For wisdom comes out of experience. Have you seen the stone pitchers at work. Never give up.

I am fascinated then by the loftiness of the written word. I am still studying ancient literature- this advice applies to me also. I am on the journey to knowing. Help me God. This journey I start today doesn’t end. I am a lifetime student.

How good these discourses are? How impressive? They are a pomp of wisdom. How they are filled with life? If read, they avail the goads to admonish life. Among the so many goads, take this for example, everbeing thankful; for the opportunity granted to us, to interview these great men. They were not taken by pleasure. They were not taken by women. They never took earthly things above nature. Philosophy had taught them the things of nature, not to be taken first, to listen to the voice of the deamon, to work hard, to persist and that pleasures are secondary- not very important. (They seem to prevail only as obstacles.)

Thus train the mind forth. Time is coming when this little advice is not going to help you, unless, if you pray to God. Recognize the devine. Call upon thy conscious. Take back glory from thine to the everlasting. For we don’t belong there. This has taken me time and troubles to present and write here on my blog, readable and summarised.

Take pains therefore, do your best, take this advice; do your part, let God and learn from the world’s best son’s. Those who left legacies for us to study. And as me writing to you, am practicing a skill, am practicing an art, so invaluable, which I must perfect to live behind a legacy, a book that is; that it will be read by men with a skill like mine in search for goads. With my practice then, I will not disappoint nature. Take pains to study therefore, gain honor and riches. Get this skill, gain the art of exhortation. Those who hate reading, suffer pain, the consequence of their only problem- ignorance!



Near the wells, beneath the hills,
I sat musing,
Recalling this story, I am about to tell.

Don’t blame me if I cry,
Don’t caress my tears, just let a trail, a trail like a river form. I am conceited then.

Life sometimes leads me this way.

It’s farce, a play, a gimmick, yet I live; abiding to the rules, crafted to benefit the superior man.

Inferior man is by necessity, designed to obey superior man. This is the thrall, I want to break.

I cry often,
I mourn, I do this seldomly in solidarity.

I am part of the group that cries.

I am part of the group in solace.
God abet me.
I trust you my Redeemer.


In a small village called Nazigo. There lived a young man called John. He was an introvert in all ways, all his teachers knew that about him. His friends knew him as a reserved, kind of principled, charming young man, with a generous personality. These in totality, curved a name to himself. He was the portrait of morality, in the real sense, whom colleagues looked to for direction. He was the yard stick and among his childhood friends, not all, was taken for reverence. He was a reference come to discipline. Matter of fact he had his qualities that were peculiar, only conceited to a disciplinarian so humble. This, in turn, made him a dupe. Others over exaggerated the matter, such that; to those who heard, it didn’t come as a good virtue. The virtue was hyped to a level that those in the vicinity, the public at large; the words loosely meant, he was erratic, solitary and psychotic. Wrong!

His mother nurtured him well, with all the beliefs of Christianity. He could not wander to anything else, whether good, besides the morals he was nurtured with. Most of all, he bloomed where he was planted? His name was a house hold item. None among his classmates, villagemates knew it not. He was bright thoughtfully and the name came as a mixed bag; to those who heard about him. Alot was in speculation. The variance therefore, became that, he was a focused lad, with hope so visible.

However, in other so many things, well, must I say; he was a sucker. Truly. But for wisdom and morality, he cultivated a name. To this day it has never gone down the memory lane. At his former school, he is still venerated as a champion. He is among it’s best sons. He is an alumni to reckon with. This came when he was elected the president of Nazigo demonstration old boys and girls association.
The young Man, lived a simple life. He was a tall light skinned lad. The eyes conspicuous, aligned with mustache like eyebrows. At first glance, John would seem a normal sixteen year old boy just like any other, enjoying their adolescence. He wasn’t? Nothing in particular, about his physical appearance was that striking. His facial features were smooth, his hair was dark. And always kept it short. He wanted to look normal. He wore plain shirts, nothing with loud sports logos or any other insignias. He was a distinctive reflection of a true village boy—very humble. With fears, who always called on his mother’s name in all forms of uncertainty? She was his knight in shining armor.

John was still fresh and knew little about life. But however, as little as he was, he had a few things he desired. They were wholly tailored, accordingly, to his characteristic behavior, in a bid to make his life complete. Nonetheless, as he matured, all wishes seemed too childish; so fanatical that at the clocking of time, most of them seemed to go to oblivion. The years between 15-25, seemed as hell. All he wanted, he could not have. What colleagues got, the necessities, he could not have. Being that, his family was in abject poverty. What his colleagues revelled, he only stalked. This particularly arose in him a desire so deep to snub. First, he was a principled lad, no boner came of him, and could not tolerate dilly-dallies. The desire came as an inspiration, it came as a push, a ladder. What more from that?

So he wanted to be rich right from childhood, and though being a pauper, he wanted wealth. He wanted the luxury, those with silver spoons enjoy: the real sons and daughters of the opulent. He wanted the luxury the rich enjoy. There is a cloak that comes to moneyed families. To him this was enough. How he wished then? He wanted to be a sire of sorts, at least, to connect with one of the families. He wanted belonging, with roots near wealth. He wanted the cloak, probably, it could have protected him from the ugly adjuncts of poverty. “It is better to be called a son of the rich, than to rot in abject poverty. It is better that way.” This thought came to him most often. The wish is deep, though it only came as a white elephant. Not being like the sons of the opulent in all ways. The way they behaved, the way they saw life, the way they approached issues. The way they walked with valor and magnificency. His desires only continued to be seamless for a moment; with what he envisioned and was conceited, though like i said, they were only fanatical; incapable of coming to a thing. The status-quo remained. The aforementioned were his distinctive desires, behaviors; and or may be, the physical out look of the world he envisioned.

These fantastical wishes engrossed his mind wholly, to the extent that he cared little about other fantasies. He let them slide to oblivion. These fantasies in most cases preoccupy boys of his age. The wish to have beautiful girls, the wish to be a celebrity at school, the wish to have nice clothings, the wish to be a ladies boy and a good life. Going on to enjoy the pleasures of life (sex, clubbing, music, et. al.)

Those who went to school with him saw not this quality. They saw him different in a way; that any warm blooded animal would perceive abnormal.
Certain hormones had to surge in him in order to present as they wished. Socially, he had no active personality. He was an adolescent, yes, you would think the quality would be evident. It wasn’t! He behaved mature. Life had matured him probably before time. In one word: what comes of a poor boy that is? God only- helped him not to get entangled in the issues of life at an early age.

Certainly, people like him exist world over. But how do you convince any local brother, ignorant of the fact, to truth. He continues to look on with filthy eyes, in contempt, not convinced- against his own will.

***Wait for part two of this story next week****



There is this old man in our village who blows my mind! He is not a mellenial, but by looks; is young, though he was born in the late 70’s. What old man has in plenty are the assuring words, with faith which is void? Old man, has words in plenty. This is my fifth year to hear him talk, the talk of the haves; yet, he has nothing on him. He is a pauper! He is everything to call poverty! He is a dupe of circumstances! And so, the faith he has; would have served him well, if it was well seasoned, ingrained in actions. It would be better, that, it would move mountains.

Old man, similarly, is not in the market economy, except, moving around with a book (the Bible) preaching. He is a lazy man. What he says is not reflected in him? And knowingly, faith apart from works (actions) is dead. Man of God is not an action man rather, a chatterbox.

So he has nothing, only an assuring tongue; with empty faith and swear words. He speaks assuringly; like he has everything back home. He calls himself a man of God (wrong) a pastor at that. He has his wits and yes, true, a verbal diarrhea. He talks to everyone, about everything; how he is going to be wealthy? How is going to have everything at his backyard? How he is going to change overnight? How he is going to have paper (money?) Surpassing all the folks who think they are wealthy. “They lie to themselves,” he says, “It’s going to happen soon. Very, very soon.”

He continues to say that people are against him because of his good ideas. So they implement them before him. But the original ideas are his. He is the vision bearer! What am writing here today is his, and has been the case, ever so, up to now, on his 50th birthday? He still prides in his unshakable faith, which can’t move mountains. He stops only at the talking. He has an empty faith; which is not helping at all. Certainly, faith causes you to think, when it’s well spiced with actions. Old man is just obsessed, stuck, with his incorrigible state of mind.

He sleeps in an ugly structure; grass thatched, i fear to call it a home. Actually, to any reasonable man, its not a home. It’s a shack! More like a goat’s pen. He has no latrine, no kitchen, only funny grass thatched 2-3 inch sorrounded with fibres structures. This among all odds, beats the understanding of public health officials. He has issues to settle with public health officials. The basic items a home must have- (even a home per se) he doesn’t have. No jerrycans, no knives, no basins et al. He lives like a homosapien in this age. Really?

Surprisingly, he lives with his children whom he has gossiped in all ways against life meant for them, saying its bad. He wants them to lead a life, like his. Because he failed, he is a losser, right, he comforts himself with promises. They are fanatical! I wish to call them fantastical wishes here. I think, ideally, he would accept his fate and live accordingly- in God. Other than having faith, plenty; with no actions, with no plans and full of ignorance. You are a loser right, however, you have failed to change.

Adaptation is key. Its what makes humans resilient? It’s what makes us survive? There’s always a second chance in God. Grow static, fail miserably. The world will only believe you based on what you do, not words? Faith is truly living, only when its shown, when it’s worked- in deeds. Old man, pastor that is, failed miserably. He fails to grasp the precepts of his Lord; probably why his faith is empty?

Old man has no wife- sorry to say! He leads not by example. He was married some years ago but, well, as you know, now is divorced. He has 5 kids (3 girls and 2 boys.) The girls are the oldest. The boys are young with the oldest only 5 years. It’s romored though, throughout the entire village; man of God went into his own daughters. Not once, not twice; several times! This allegation, one time landed him into prison. He failed to change still. Getting over a problem is not easy a task, agree, but we have to… Its part of life. Old man got a heart break, he failed to get over it. “All women are crooks!” He says. This landed him into serious squabbles, and this intensified the allegations. “Those are allegations just- real falsehoods!” What is proof? Women are crooks, true? You have no wife, true? How easy for you to go into your only daughters? How easy for you to sin? You trust them, you love them; they are your only daughters, your only women you trust! Being man, tersely, your only temptation will only yield problems. This is sin, not nurture. The gap provides the evidence, the only proof to the allegations. This gap is an exhibit! You are in a trap man of God.

When we last talked, old man assured me. This is what blew my understanding? You know they had stolen all his clothes in his, what he calls a home? When we met, he told me about the ordeal. Well, but he was very happy…, strange!! “I am now a happy man,” he said, “These thieves thought i would be miserable… hahaha!” He continued ranting more about the ordeal for the seventh time, saying, they stole all the torn, dirty and very old fashioned clothes. “I have new ones now.” He bragged. What really happened? The people who came to visit, to agonize with him; brought in alot of new things in sympathy. Old man needed some shoulders to lean on. It was great! It was so massive! But probably, i guess, this is what struck mirth? The happiness..hohoho?

His old clothes, old everything were swapped! What people brought in were brand new? What a miracle? How happy? How blessed? He was over the moon! What then? However, until now, this caused more trouble to the thieves, as he assured them, slithering swear words atenth time. “Go hang, kill.. or else, come for more. I am a blessed man. If you still want more, don’t hesitate to come. My properties have increased tensfold! Go hang.. isssh!”

As I was still there, an old lady came. She came to pay him a visit. Old man continued to rant, cursing the thieves for the billionth time. “I know they are not happy right now, all the clothes they stole were torn. I had not washed them for a fortnight. They took curses for themselves..hahaha!” He was right? However, ever so, old man is advised to marry, to avoid such occurrences in the future since now, wife would ensure tight security to everything, in his absence. He is incorrigible still!

Help doesn’t come in the same way. You can’t really tell when its coming? It can be monetary. It can be materialistic. It can be physical and in some ways advice. You don’t count on it though!!

Old man was advised so many times to construct a house which would attract any woman to him. In other words, to change! To buy things that make up a home, and also to realise that change is inevitable. It comes,…wait, whatever way? It depends on how well you prepare? Realise, change will change you.

Hear what he had to say: “This house has a lot of blessings for me. I got married to a young girl the mother of my children here. I got my first blessings; the children here. I got everything…here. I bought my first bed, my bicycle, everything here. This is where i belong! Its not just a house per say,” continuing, “It’s a blessing? God is going to bless me more here. God is going to do wonders for us, wait and see. It’s going to happen soon. Very..very soon.”

Hehe? Assuring man, assured us a billionth time! To my curious mind, my investigation of things; everything he talked about; except the children, none was existent! None was right visible, rather, the bid was a gesture to pomp his faith, his only fantastical wishes? Everything else was more evident in words.

The things to reflect on, the things to call glory; at his home, existed in the heydays. They are memories now, history, only can never be forgotten. They are not new, change your permissive thinking old man! Better when glory is artified to look a new, the same as before; like memory, which doesn’t go old.

Dear readers, probably you’ve heard? That is what he says to however tries to challenge him to sense. He is not pro- change! He is naive; so self centered and thinks is fulfilling the word of God. He thinks is wise. He preaches the word. He fasts every day, according to will and every month. He reads the Bible (wrong.) He doesn’t regale with the word. He doesn’t understand!! The Bible impacts those who read it. Secondly, God is pro change. We change, the Bible is full of examples. We have witnessed. Old man just has a problem. He is obstinate! And thinks is with God. Knowledge is key in everything. Dupe the gullible, preacher man, those who are lost because of lack of knowledge?

God is everything. He can’t fail to salvage his shepherds- those who trust in him. Those who love him. He is God of all fresh, rich or poor. Accept!! Pray to God unwaveringly, trust, be knowledgeable, he will recuperate you from the pit.

Now, three of us, old man was ranting more. I and good old woman who tried to confab him still present. We were wondering? Old woman who tried to impart sense in him was being honest, now disappointed! She was giving him free knowledge, to salvage him from captivity. She was trying to be real. She was trying to be God sent. Though still, old man thinks, is wise, above everything. He covers in the cloak of sanity, carrying the Bible, hoodwicking men of sanity to Oblivion. He Pomp’s his stupid thinking and the lack of knowledge to the world. However, it was written; “People without knowledge will be destroyed?”

It happens in this way: physically, mentally, economically, financially and in whatever way. This is what happened to old man?

He continued to assure us, about five things again. He has to do them this year. Only five things, just in a year! Did it happen? Hahaha! He was gossiping! He assured us; doing what he does best? Talking! But no actions! What were the five things anyway? These preoccupy his mind? He wants to buy a car? He wants to marry? He wants to finish off his house which is at foundation level for over 15 year’s? He wants to buy a plot of land in town? And to set up his only glocery store? This is all he wants. The problem, he is not an action man. He has a verbal diarrhea, only helping him become a village celebrity, as is called, “Omwogezi”(talker.)

Old man; to my surprise, this is what he says, year in year out? Years come and go, weeks and months. Days and nights! Though, his priorities are not fulfilled in the specified years. He is just obsessed with the five things! All this i believe, he says to woo women; he wants to remain relevant? He wants to hoodwick the unsuspecting fellows; that their pastor is visionary! He wants to be rich?When you reach his home. You get to understand; he is a day dreamer. He has not even the basics. He has no knife, only using something; panga like, for everything. He has no kitchen, only using his very own house for that. When he is cooking, it’s a furnace. The so called house becomes engulfed in a cloud of smoke day and night. He uses it over and over again, as a sleeping den. Do you call that a house!!

Attempts to persuade him out of his savage life rocked. He behaves more like the hunters, with faith which is void. When he talks, you thank God for him. He talks, he assures; he swears, talking like the haves. I think these statements make him feel solace. They help him see tomorrow with a vision. They help him feel like the rest who are better off. They make him feel loved. Old man is sick. He wants so much to succeed; he wants to be happy. He wants everything meant for the haves! But sadly, he is very lazy! Attempts to enlighten him rocked. He thinks is wise, when really, he is not? He started the foundation of his dream house at just 25 years old, now is 50. He says he has enemies who don’t wish him any good! They cursed his house, his home, true! However, silence is a fighting tool. I repeat for you old man, silence is a fighting tool; likewise meekness! You only have psycological issues to settle. What else?

Your only kids are not at school. You are not educating your self either. You are totally doing nothing! You are stuck; just there, in your own shadow. You have trained the kids to be hunters in this age, like you. Really? They are savages? They are not living? Young kids, equal to yours, are achieving, your’s are stuck in the same pit, just like you! This is bestoweable only to morons. You have failed to change still.

However, you call those who have, crooks! “I would have been rich,” he says, “but am a righteous man.”

Old man is stuck in his own shadow. He is rich at the same time poor. Poverty is more evident! When he talks, you believe he has everything. Anyway, rich men be how- anything? Visit him at home!!! Faith is good, he has it in plenty, but no actions. Faith without actions is dead? He ends at only the talking and yes, he needs strait jackets. He remains an assuring man, with no medals to him. That is all? He remains conceited that everything will be fine through hope. Hope doesn’t disappoint!! Pray for posterity, your only hope!



Friend’s, welcome back from the Eid Mubarak- special’s. Hoping you enjoyed everything there it was to offer. The day was well spent, i believe! I also want to say- to report you to my readers, that of all my Muslim friends, none called me for lunch atleast. Really?

On Monday 04/08/2019, i had to go to kampala. I had some errands to run, but first i was to go to the NAADS Secretariat to drop there some reports for Boss. It was urgent! Then the rest was me, meeting up a few people in town. Going here and there.

In the hurdle then, i finally realized i wasn’t okay. My stomach was a bit gnawing. It wasn’t okay generally, and i could not guess what the problem was? Finally, it started growling seriously. It started making funny noises, something was running through me. It was scary. It dawned on me, finally, i was hungry. At what time! 4:00 pm! Imagine?

So what happened? I was moving from place to place. I went to NAADS Secretariat, first. I went on to meet Viane, my friend at Kabalagala. I met Cissy, then obviously, we shot the breeze. I went on to meet Hasifa- she’s my very good friend. I also went to Entebbe for some interviews at 2:00 pm sharp. This was ruining me seriously. Then finally, i went to Nakasero to meet Henry my brother. This was not safe naturally. Like you can see above, have i mention anything like: “then i ate food?” Ah? It wasn’t even part of the journey. I was trying to save anyway. But was it even possible?

Now i was seriously slackening. I was hungry. My gait was steadily abnormal and tiresome. I realised i had lost all the glucose in me. I was so weak. Anytime i was going to faint. Least from that, i needed dextrose and or, some energy pills. Okay, to say, i needed something like ROCK BOOM (energy drink 💪.)

Actually, the best would be food- yes food, to replenish my glucose stores which were gradually nearing the zero mark.

So here, my stomach was growling rapidly. What did i do? Lets pause a bit, as you walk your way down to the fridge- take your self a glass of wine; probably- as i did. Your done, i guess?

So i went to shoprite. I had some little money on me besides the transport money. The money was enough to buy me something to quench the hunger. I had a whooping 5k. Did i say whooping? Haha? It was all i had. And what did i buy? A cake!

This cake looked so appetising. I saw it as my savior to hunger. It was cheap, compared to everything else there at shoprite- that you know. Another thing, well, must i say this? Okay, it was big. I don’t settle for small things i have to admit. So i bought my delicacy, a cake. Hihihi😄😄! This was going to work. No more growling.

When the stomach is at peace, what fails man to do. I needed to think again.

I moved to taxi, sat at the back, i was the first to enter luckily. Then i unwrapped my delicacy. I wanted it to go down with a soda. Did i have the soda? Nope! If no soda and my stomach is gnawing, what solution there is- to salvage me from the ugly situation. I didn’t have water either. So I ate? That was right, no more growling!

And if God so gives, whom am i to complain. I ate. I continued eating oblivious of the ugly eyes from the people that looked at me in a frenzy. No worries! I continued eating. The cake was something else. So salvatingly enticing to have; at least a bite. My God!! It was so sweet. The aroma alone was enough. The Sweetness, only comparable to Bacon. Was it spiced with some….?? Just thinking?

The sweetness that comes after along spell is something else. It was so marvelous, so rib cracking. Funny in the mouth; causing smiles. The ugly looking neighbors felt the same taste through the aroma, I believe! I bet, their taste buds were 100% efficient. What else?

The people who were admiring my lunch, i didn’t give a damn. I continued eating, enjoying myself away at the same time. My taste buds were at ease; only feeling the taste. The cake wow!….sweet?

Little did i know, all along- what was i even thinking? My ugly looking neighbors at the puff of the aroma, started to salivate. They wanted to have my delicacy. They envied me. They looked so pale, like they didn’t have their own lunch. They wanted something from me. But why? They had their lunch, i believe. They ate with peace. They enjoyed whatever they ate? Their hunger simmered? Why then disturb a man with a small cake? Why look ugly? Why that frenzy look?

I think,..i wasn’t wrong to be mean!

Okay, they were salivating. And i was enjoying, feeling only the taste; ho ho- (of my cake) which was mine and mine alone, in the middle of the ugly glances. I wasn’t bothered at all. And probably, they were thinking funny about me and my cake😂😂. Terrible?? Terrible would mean: casting me away from my lovely cake? Hihi!

And though rough- i didn’t have anything to water it down with- still, it was mine. It was meant to quench my growling stomach. It was meant to charm me up. To make me lively, like how i was in the morning. It worked. It was savor. Only the aroma was enough, it served well my neighbors, i think! 😄😄

So I didn’t give a damn to the snooping nose! I continued to eat my mouth away. When need arose, i started murmuring a little, to confuse the enemy. I wanted to create a synergy between my eating and the murmuring so the enemy would think i was only murmuring, right? Ho ho?? Did it work?? Not with the ugly looking neighbors!! Phew!!!

But were they even hungry. I don’t believe? Okay, did they know what i passed through to this glory? Do they know what it means to save money meant for lunch and you fail hands down; yeah, after breathing in a success! It choked me! Success was altered at 4:00pm. Aaaash!

To my ugly looking neighbors, I didn’t give a damn! If they were hungry- i saw the red eyes, true. I pray for you. Pray to God, like me in the first place. Its not easy to endure for 11 hours without taking a thing, just only waiting for dusk to take its toll and still hoping. This is out of experience. And I have a story to tell. Its only God who is going to abet you my brothers and sisters. Not me! Keep praying. Hihihi!!!😁😁

The cake was big i have to say. I ate it savorily. But i didn’t have anything to water it with. And as i was about to finish my dose, something happened? I didn’t see it coming? He he! I was just there, my eyes widening, my face folding a bit, was growing wrinkles. Profusely, i was sweating. Somehow, a piece of the cake landed its way to the gullet- chocking my life out. Aaghhh….?? I was gasping for air. My chest closed. My diaphragm flattened. And I was just there, breathing empty gasps. I had to do it real quick. I had to bend. I had to beat my chest several times. I had to fold myself downwards. I had to surrender the piece of the cake out. Oops?

I was panting for air literally. Only breathing through the mouth. What was visible were the solids entangled in a mass of a liquid (saliva) that drenched my bag. And because of mastication, the stuff looked uglier than….!! I mean ugly in the real sense. My ugly looking neighbors splattered away. I was uglier than….? What am i even saying? They were better off!! 😃😃😃

Okay, i relaxed. I caught my breath for a few seconds. I tried to breath but only the empty gasps were vibrant. How i sweeted? How i breathed? The empty gasps caused pain in my throat. Ooh my! How i wanted to cry? How i looked? Hoho? It was terrible! And save me the shame, i stop at that.

My ugly looking neighbors are still laughing to this day!! I believe? I was a clown?

Goads life wisdom


Benjamin franklin in his yearly almanacs, wrote that; “Two can keep a secret when one is dead.’’ It’s difficult to conceal a matter where people are involved. Leave alone the fact that God sees everything done under high heavens. We know it profoundly, but still, we try our best to be obstinate. We pretend like nothing ever happens. Not only do we pretend, again, we conceal matters fervently.

However, if there is chance to open up, to engage third parties— this is part of the healing process—(it relieves the beholder of the burden that normally comes with secrets.)

People keep secrets for many reasons (1) for diplomacy (2) not to hurt other people’s feelings, and thoughts et al. In big organizations, cult groups and in governments, there are laws that govern flow of information (classified and or privacy laws.) Classified information is not for everyone. In cases where it’s promulgated to the public, it’s a crime (certain things deserve not to be known.) That’s why the laws exist.

Things known not in the public domain, if revealed, people are impacted in one way or the other. This, however, varies with personalities. All are impacted differently. We try the best of humanity to conceal secrets however, we are creatures of emotions. According to mood we reveal secrets. Ladies, most times, are the upholders of this phenomenon, behold; however, we all are creatures of emotions. As it’s to the men; it’s to the women.

Occasionally, the heart craves to be heard, hence the bursting. So two people can keep a secret when one is dead. Rationally, I think, that statement connotes untrustworthiness and impoiusness. What is meant by; two can keep a secret when one is dead, is this:- people are dishonest naturally and impoius! I presume, there is no one who can keep a secret. Be aware!

In the hurdle to socialize with people sometimes, as it happens, we find ourselves illuminating secrets. This happens, especially when we meet strangers; we tend to spill a lot of sensitive info. We tend to be honest. We tend to be pious. This is probable, being that; occasionally, we tend to trust strangers on the onset- which is not the case with the people we know. So people allude to facts. The adage goes; “there is no smoke, without fire.”

Early this year, I met a certain gentle man on my way to the market. Something happened, but on knowing it, already we were struck into a very strange conversation. We shared ideas, we talked, it became profound and until this point, the man became emotional. He dished out sensitive allegories. He opened up his heart. It’s at this point, I knew he had separated with his wife some three years back. He was a lonely man with issues to mend if only given chance.

Talking of widowhood and being single, either way. This is what broke loose? I was struck dumb. When he said, and telling me outright, that one night he was tempted to go into his daughters. Hope you understand what I mean. He fought with the desire several days but to no avail. “The temptation was strong.” He said. He feared other women, they are all crooks, that’s all he knows. The heartbreak made him lose trust in all women. He was scared to pass through the same of what he abhorred. He had no options left. Instead, he gave room to the temptation. Satan is no good friend. He was literally crying when he said these things. What I read through his eyes is this: he had never told this story to anyone. His part of the story was never heard. He was busy blaming himself and lamenting. He needed a listening ear, he wanted to get rid of the burden he carried. All he had was pain, confusion and forgotteness.

When the tears started rolling down, I let him cry. What else? He needed this as part of the healing. He needed shoulders to lean on. I was just there for him. A stranger with a listening ear. This was going to work. I let him cry some more. I hugged him, showing empathy. He needed to pass through this, to get relieved of the pain. He wanted his part of the story to be heard. It worked.

I realized, he was looking for audience (any one willing to listen to his side of the story) and sympathizers. A stranger like me served the purpose.

So he trusted me. How he braved to tell me such. I still don’t know. I just know he told me his secret. He was relieved of part of the pain, I think. About to end the conversation, he said, “you are the first person I have told this. I beg of you my son, judge me not. Let it be our secret. I still lament up to now.’’

What is meant by this saying—‘’there is no smoke without fire’’— is this: to everything that people allude to, there the truth rests. They convey it in a way not to appear as truth. The people get to know and behave in the same way, like the rest. Did you know it’s passionate to narrate stories that we are part of. If yes, 30% of the stories people allude to, they are the protagonists. And it’s the truth. Believe me!

The enigmas, the beholders of the secrets, ironically; in good faith, when driven to tell anyone; believe me, they say, ‘’don’t tell anyone? ’’ It’s as if they know, being man, you will tell other people. Like them, for example, they didn’t keep quiet. They tell you, their wives and may be their close relatives. What about you then? Neither they nor you will keep quite. In so doing, in between, there is a chain of leaks; while pretending to conceal the matter. This is what happens usually. Dishonesty. Secrets are told not concealed. It can be said, we pretend to be doing so. If there is something you what to say, if you will, it’s going to be promulgated by you and any body else- just like you in the first place.

What should we say then? Should we say, and believe, you will tell no body? Should we say you will keep the secret and tell no one? Won’t you? No one is loose mouth. The desire for the heart to erupt cuts across. We sometimes talk passionately about issues. The heart keeps mysteries right. It was written, “We should keep our hearts with all deligence.” This is it, according to mood, the heart craves bursting. Man is a creature of emotions. He is a creature so royal to his emotions. He is so honest and passionate about himself. This then varies with gender and age.

We can infer therefore that to everything done in secrecy, certain people get to know about it. True! And they promulgate it without fear or favor. It’s a dilemma. Some talented people, to a certain extent; go forth, still, to dream visions. They envisage the unknown and rightly, get to know about the mysteries. It can be said, so, that walls have ears.

Yet again, I can say now; sometimes, it’s good to conceal a matter. Its good to keep a secret. It’s good to bar the unknown from the unsuspecting creatures. For like I said, people are impacted. It’s not good to play with people’s emotions. Emotions are honest. They are kind. They are royal and passionate. But subsequently, things are things, rather difficult to relate with and too fanciful to accept as truth.

Sometimes, it’s good when people get to know themselves, to decipher out the mysteries; to decipher out the unknown such that when they get to know, they call them secrets and mysteries- than through a third party. When man is the only one involved in a matter, it can be said rightly as above, in the affirmative that walls have ears.

Inasmuch as we try, no one ever, can conceal a matter. You can keep it from the world, you can keep it above heavens; you can keep it under oceans. Well, but not from your family. Not from your friends. Not from your children. True, secrets are not kept. Mysteries are not barred. Only smeared with dust for concealment from the unsuspecting souls, but not from a curious person- who plays the sage.

A story is told, a certain young man about his business, met his king in the bush. He was from a witch. The witch had cautioned him not to be seen by anyone on his way back home. Now that he had suddenly bumped into this young man, he had no alternatives, thus he debated. He narrated the whole scenario to the man, this in a bid to caution him of promulgation. The witch had seriously warned. Consequently, he ended up cautioning him into not revealing anything; as per their clandestine encounter in the bush. “Don’t ever tell anyone about this, I beg of you.” The man in agreement swore to the king, to death, he was not going to reveal anything. “Nothing is going to come out of me. Even when it means losing my head.” He said, “As you have said, continuing, Oh my king, this is between me and you, you will hear it nowhere.”

They parted ways, and the king went home happy, like wise the poor man. The king was so happy. He was healed of all his ailments, just because all went well. The secret remained unknown, under the water.
But you know what happens with good things, blessings, and yes- money. Partying? Rightly so, hence the king organized for a fete at his palace- he was very happy. He was in good health, with blessings showering his life and money. He wanted to spread this happiness. He wanted to regale with what money can buy. Being a man revered by the people, being so clean- he had no worries. He had the money. What then? Expensive liquor’s and all sorts of foods braced the event. All sorts of liquor! It was merry time. When the kingdom is at peace, the people rejoice. What is good for a poor man other than to drink and forget his misery.
Now I guess, with no doubt, you know what happened. Do I need to add fresh to the story? For behold, people according to mood and time reveal secrets. Secrets and mysteries are demystified. Secrets are told as stories. Before i even forget, since the king’s charms( the one’s he sought from the bush) withered into thin air. He was blown?

There are no secrets under high heaven’s. There is only the word of mouth. The saying goes, we become slaves to what we have already uttered. True. The sage considers silence a fighting tool.

In conclusion, so far, perhaps; if one time, you sit down and meditate on this, you will know that people obstruct a lot of enigmas and mysteries. Even you yourself. When you’re a good conversationalist, however, some times as it happens, you will land on stinging truths as you engage in casual conversations. The problem, nonetheless, sometimes, people are caught in the trap—ever eager to interrupt than to listen. The undisturbing listener, henceforth, hears what is not meant for them.

I remember, one time as I was sharing with a certain gentleman, he said something which I hoped not to disregard. He said, plainly, “I raped her?” Imagine what happened to his beautiful niece? He really feasted uninterrupted. Now the Man only busted the truth to me. He was true. It was meant to burst obviously. Applying the same logic to the poor girl, I think, she also got confidants to whom she revealed the ordeal. I am also telling you. When you handle well the people, believe me, sometimes you become the enigma of confidences.

Surprisingly, to some, you see them smiling all way (this is also true for a sad countenance) then you are tempted to ask what their happiness is all about? Suddenly with a low tone, they say something which leaves your ears wide open. Not all, he adds, ‘you should not tell anyone else.’ Do you see mirth and disbelief here; its ever like that. People have a lot of funny stories in their hearts; try them out; divulge their hearts. I tell you, you will laugh. Certain things calls for laughter!!

**See you when you see me**



Before I go any further with this, blog post—allow me take this opportunity and moment to thank God who has made it possible. These happenings, I am about to document, I believe were made possible by God. They are miracles in the real sense. I believe in God, I think; this’s why partly, it’s easy for me to identify such on the onset for so many things happen and therefore i appreciate all the Providence, all the miracles from heaven.

Thank you God.

In Plato’s writing’s, specifically in the Apology, I read that Socrates could receive admonishments; or oracles from God that deferred, deterred him from a certain course of action and sometimes there were no signs at all. I want to rightly say, I also receive these divine signs from above. Accordingly, from what I have experienced, God plans my ways. I therefore add my testimonies to other so many from authorities and who time immemorial, with many qualms, talked of signs and wonders coming of effect from God. They have testified. They have said it all in black and white. They testified and we have no scapegoats to present- although, our first reaction, like we say, to those bearing these testimonies- (irresolutely we doubt.) The truth rests beneath—there where our conviction leads us.

These miracles in our lives cause so many qualms. To God, assuredly, it’s to test our faith. It’s to make us see what our fore father’s saw. To test us if we really believe. To lead us to believe. But sometimes, as it happens, in troubles, we lose or to say, we don’t have faith at all. Friends, we have to trust in God unwaveringly. We have to learn to trust God. From, time and time long ago, our fathers testified. No one ever having trusted in God was disappointed. Take for example the words from King David, “I was young now am old but haven’t seen a righteous person forsaken (Psalms 37:25.) This is the word of God, the truth.

I am proud to be part of the group with testimonies of a life time. I am happy indeed. This is the reason I thank God every day. It’s the reason I praise him. It is the reason I am writing this. He is so good. He is so gracious. He is our salvation, our rock and the only source of consecration.
We deserve to give thanks and praise back to him for it’s the only thing he can’t do himself.

These scenes, I want to let you know, such that, if read, you awaken your faith. Faith feeds in order to remain true. It feeds in order to remain with no qualms. When it’s woken, we trust in him unwaveringly. You know he is Emmanuel—God with us. Be blessed as you read.

Chapter one.

Friday 16/11/2018 is memorable. Hope was almost thrown to the wind. Thanks to the almighty who finally restored it. Indeed hope doesn’t disappoint. Early in the morning, I was supposed to go to work. But the difference that was between me and poverty was only the 1500/- coins I was rubbing in my hands. It was the money I was to use for transport that day too and fro, but alas, less for 500/-! I had to get it smooth or rough otherwise I risked trekking from work to home. Its common knowledge, men sometimes struggle. I was in for it that day. Rightly so.

Debating therefore, my wisdom tells me something and I purged irresolutely with no second thought to it. Do you know what my plan was? Well, it was to go to work, happy like nothing is troubling me, then quickly and emphatically, I bump into friend. Without hesitation, I let him know of my situation. Truth be told I needed some money to pass me through the week. A 10,000 note would suffice.
Then, with a few more accompanying words, I let friend know about my state; and with an innocent look, I let him know how I was on the receiving end. Will this help! I really hate what I am about to do? It debases you more, only at the mercy of your benefactor. I hate looking like a victim of sorts. I hate looking like a sluggard. I hate everything about borrowing. So what did I do then? I approached friend having rehearsed all my plans overnight.
Dear readers, finally I did what I hate? And guess who I met? It was Henry. As he was rambling about a lot, to me they counted for nothing. With no more words, I cut him short, tactically pulling him out of the crowd to the side. Just in case you have forgotten what I was doing. Colleagues, this is what I had rehearsed. I was only praying it works out and my plea heard. I was looking very innocent. That is if you saw me. Very, very innocent!

So I thought Henry would be of help to me. That he would salvage me out of the sticky situation, that which poverty leads men into profoundly. Did he do it? This is the situation I am not willing to suffer, if chance permits, any longer.
Henry didn’t have any comforting words for me. I must admit. He knew not my predicament. I think it’s the reason he talked blatantly with contempt. It was his time to lecture me, to put me in my rightful position. Poverty had debased me to nothing else only but ridicule. How I hated the moment? How I cried? I panted literally. I thought I deserved better treatment. Satan has no comforting words friends. Henry my good friend, as I thought- all a long, wasn’t. He gave me over to the dogs. He taught me a lesson of a life time. Poverty is bad. You are no good friend to any body.

Ok may be he didn’t have (am trying to think). May be he was just like me (terribly smart) but impecunious. May be he got the rightful rare opportunity to mock me. How from hell did he wear those contemptful shoes to lecture me then. I still don’t believe! If it was not right with you either, and if so; I can’t tell, I forgive you then. But I deserved not contempt. I still believe this is the other side of you. I still believe Satan tempted you. You could have remembered how I also try to help you (with zeal) sometimes.

I still regret what I grieved. My heart is still bleeding. Anger turned into something else- hate. How you treated me I feel wasn’t welcome for a friend. Hunger befell me, anger at last, and I was physically unsettled. The last part of the conversation went like this:
HENRY sarcastically
You said what was the reason for your asking for the money.
Ah …its….(interjection).. there is no need to shout.
You know I can’t promise you anything. Your problem is thinking I am a money lender of sorts.
Me (while shuddering)
I didn’t mean that.
Uh,.. I didn’t mean that either, the money I have now is budgeted for period (his face folding.) Sorry then.
Me (eyes awol)
I was wrong. But there is no need to involve other people. (I said while i shuddered.)
Try me tomorrow at 2:00 sharp. I don’t think I will have your money.
…..ok then.

Do you feel the goose I felt! Well, situations teach us lasting lessons. I felt AWOL! I felt cold and only believed it was a reality when KP soothed my shoulder. It was then true.

That moment alone felt like a hundred years in the desert. It felt like hell. So debasing! And very real. How from hell?

Wait for part two of this post next week.



Again, it’s me Patrick, back with a blog post. You see I have spent the whole of this week bored, everything is boring-to me. I even feel there is nothing good about the life am leading. It’s a furnace! It’s shoel! Very boring, I need to re-align myself for sure.

I am sitted here on the road side, holding my phone in the hands and yes, writing what you are reading now? I feel am not inspired though! I feel hungry, anger, and alot more thing’s! I feel am alone surely. Something has to be done.

On my left, there is a gentle man coming. He is a gentleman as by the looks, I don’t know him. But he seems to be a father of two little angels down back home. Did I say two! Ok, I am guessing? Gentleman passes me by, and he is holding onto something in his right hand. A tot-pack of Uganda waragi? He is smart for work-going to office probably. But with a tot-pack!! Can you believe!

That aside, I have a blog post am supposed to finish by today. I am behind deadline, and my record so far, is that I don’t beat deadlines. Ok once! I was supposed to submit my proposals to boss by 12th/07/19. Did I do it! Alas? I was a hive of activity on things that didn’t matter so much that time. When I decided to work on my business proposals, alot was needed and yes- i could not finish them on time. Lost opportunity? But the saying goes, “When one door of opportunity closes, another opens.” So another opportunity was granted: to submit all my proposals by 13th/07/2019, which was the next day. Probably you were thinking, I was out of the business. No! I am a man of second chances. This is the one opportunity and deadline I have crushed with vigor and passion. I tell you something! All my proposals were considered.

So borne to pick with boss, simmered under one last minute success. Am lucky isn’t it 😂? Actually, I don’t always fail to make my bosses happy.

These girls fond of giving me hard time. They think am supposed to run after them. They think, they are a resource am supposed to purge all my resources to. Aww!! It’s ending today! Enough is enough. And if I don’t say enough, who will say it for me. You play the hard to get, yet you want the money. Eh! Teka sente wolaaba(put money where you see!!) I want to tell you something young ladies! If you come to look me in the eyes, do it, disappear. If you have come to pee, pee!! Don’t look back? For then, you will be disappointed. You are not an investment 😉 period.

Why do you keep me begging all the time? Is it because I am a man! Is it because I am gullible! That I do know nothing about Venus! Feminism is yes- I dont know? But that is exactly what you’re? If your time is precious! If everything about you is precious and a treasure, let it be? From now on, I also take my time(everything about me) to be precious hundreds-fold (lesson learnt.) I take it to be gold. My only gold and silver. I take it to be a whole lot of things. It’s not going to be so easy, a task but yes, I go by that. Am nolonger going to waste my precious everything on the hard to get girls. ‘That type,’ out of my way. Am more precious! Am more enamored! And if you think I am crazy, don’t bother to try me. Don’t? I have lots of enamored treasures and emotions to think of. The crooks, I say then, I will not waste my time on you. Try else where?

What I think of marriage is this- hell? What I think about money, evil (though I am in love with it?) What I think about women;- a death trap? Actually, it’s a snare that leads to both; hell and poverty(downfall), either way! It’s ugly!
But tell me please, what happens to a man with money? What? I say then, everything is good but moderately. Control?

My musings about Women have a beginning point, with no end line. There is something special about them! There’s magic! There is joy am yet to discover! There’s life! Still, my musings don’t end. Women are a gift to the world. They are a gift so dear… bringing forth tenderness to the earth.

Being so, I am tired of chasing after them. Know your worth please. In the first place, why were you created? To help out Adam, not so! So please, and I repeat, please help Adam…??
Adam will collapse one day, you will not love it. Give him things to eat! Hmm! Men, not so? Eat things! Eat things…! Until when the honey pot cries no water? Haha? We have to chew things.

Hoping you have heard our dear ladies. Don’t look for me! Look for Adam and yes- give him things to chew.
For me I remain, as I have said, am not going to run after eve. I order you now to look for Adam. Ha? Ha? As if am God. Is it even possible! These girls are obsitinate. So obsitinate to order them around. Ok, politely we have to order you, it’s you with the goodies? What then?

I need to eat something today😄😄😄?? I need to…? What should I do? Am Adam?? See you then.



Hello! Am back with a rant! Actually, I wanted to write this as it were unfolding but I was totally confused; and engulfed in pain! I could not even put anything down on paper. I wasn’t even thinking. I was daze, only feeling the pain. And yes- the ‘writers block!’

So today I am back to normal, I feel I can write something down. Not like the whole of last week. What a blessing? How I feel with this blog post of mine, I don’t believe it’s really happening! But here I am, thanks to God.

I have also talked to my girlfriend.. ( in dreams haha!😆😆😆.) Everything is fine. She lives in the states, I live here in Uganda. Eh…!

Actually, I don’t know her yet? (Story of another day..!)

I went to sleep, with a myriad of things on my mind. Last Thursday 18/07/2019, I got an accident on my leg. It was an open wound so deep! The fresh (up- right next to the ankle) on the left leg had totally collapsed. The veins had been torn too. The blood was just oozing out of my body terribly… at what speed? I feared for my life. From the accident area to where I sat, to look at the wound and possibly to think of any remedy that could be of help, all I could see was blood. A trail of blood? Wow!

When I called my sister to come over- to see for her self, she was already scared. She brought over a certain tree branch(herb) thought to contained bleeding. She brought over like so many of them, but ah? The cut was so deep, bad thing, the veins were involved. It was way too much? My sister in the process fell two times. She was sooo…so scared to the eighth commandment! This is when she said something out of nervousness: “Hold here like this (giving me the tree branch) let me first go to the loose?” Did she go?? She was just scared?

Then I told her, because I had already seen how deep the wound was, and I could not scare her more. I told her to give me a piece of cloth and something else for tying; to seal off the blood that was just ozing out madly. Everything else had failed. Blood was just flowing out of me… I began to shiver as I saw blood like a river. I lost alot of blood. Waah! Waah! It was terrible?

After tying the wound and blood was flowing no more, I had to set for hospital, to see a doctor. When I stepped foot on ground, with my left leg which was affected, oh God! I could feel blood flow right from my heart to the puncture area. Men, blood is life?? I looked at my palms, already, they were pale (a sign that I had lost alot of blood.) I opened my eye lids to see (with a mirror)-they were very pale. What awaited me was only to faint, indicative of a complete revolve? Then, I wait, I am scared (it was really happening) off to shoel- death!

Thanks to God that it didn’t happen.

In a taxi, I decided to rest as I had anticipated to faint. Buying for myself time so. When I reached town, I jumped on a Boda Boda to a clinic; but before I could do that, truth be told, I bought two coke bottles and emptied them. This was in a bid to compensate for lost blood. However, instead of a faint I got dizzy? I started to see heaven on Earth. Eeek! Then out of no where, I began to sweat. This was just the beginning, more was in store for me. I was drenched in my own sweat literally. So I decided to rest once more.

After like 30 minutes, I sought for a nearby clinic in the viscinity. Life was almost out of me. I was seeing stars. I didn’t even give a damn to the onlookers, busying themselves silly; on someone who is helpless, as if they have never seen. The ideal would be- to help out? Isn’t it so? Not to look like silly devil’s, was it new anyway? You’re the devils daughter’s and sons. How dare you? Please!! Shame upon you??

Finally, I was happy to reach Mombashar medical services. And wait for it! Wait! Those guys are thieves! I will, I will and I repeat, I will never step foot there! Indians are not human. All they want is money period. So they cheated me… well the doctors were human. They understood my situation. I compliment them for being understanding. But Muyindi man, God is going to punish you severely. Because I don’t have anywhere to report you, fervently I trust God. He will do it for me.

“Vengeance is mine says the Lord(Deut 32:35)”

Doctors who helped me. Dr. Jude(Mr. President), nurse (I dont remember her name) they really helped me. I saw it in their eyes. They knew Muyindi was a cheat. With the situation going in dire straits, they did their best. They didn’t falter either. God is going to bless you fervently. And I am serious!

There was also another doctor who helped me out of this nasty situation. Yes, Muyindi man wasn’t laughing at all. I was kept in a safe place, to say. Ha? Ha? God will not forget you- Muyindi man. He is going to reward you accordingly.

So doctor and nurse helped stich the wound asceptically. Nurse also gave me a shot of TT, you never know what happens. I was good to go. Not so!

But when they brought over my bill, alas? I didn’t see this coming! My eyes wide open, I could not believe? It was way too much; compared to what I had anticipated? A staggering 130,000/-? What?? Since when?? And Muyindi man was still to smile? He! He!

This is when I was taken into custody- (safe place) where I could pay the money without the ‘shock’😁😁! Did I even have the money they asked for!! When I went there, I had only 60,000/- on me which, all long I thought would suffice. Nothing?

Safe place was the place to be😳! I was there, addle, only looking but not thinking. My budget was blown! I wasn’t happy at all. I was frozen for a moment. I was even oblivious of the pain that was way through me. I was just there!

So I what to thank Fazira Musenze who lent me the money which bailed me out😜😜. This was nolonger a health facility, rather a prison cell. In there, I was talking to a certain doctor who at the same time helped me charge my phone. I was now coming back to the senses. His rant was way too much, but yes, I was only thinking about the money. I could not even guess where to get it from.

Fazira Musenze covered in a veil

In the first place, it was just the fear that I was losing alot of blood that landed me to this facility. I will never go there I swear! I know my places, my level right? I know where to get free services and may be say thanks to government. I know where to chill from and hey- relax.

These people cheated me. I will never step foot there as far as I am concerned. To my fellow citizens, let’s all shun that clinic till they reform. Until that happens, we shall never step foot there? Maybe you will cheat those who are not going to read this blog post. Maybe you will cheat the gullible. Or yes, you will cheat Muyindi’s- your country Men. But ha…! No one likes to be cheated. Not me! Not you either! I predict doom for you Muyindi man. See you in shoel. What then?


Back to Fazira Musenze, she really helped me. When my phone got some little power, I gathered all the courage in me to call her. She is my workmate. And married, don’t think! Hehe!! With three kids🤫🤫🤫. I promised to give back her money immediately I reached office. Did I have the money?

The money was sent finally. Thanks to God. I was happy. Who won’t be happy after a bail? Not me? Hehe!😄😄 I was so happy? Thanks so much Fazira. Your benignity won’t go down to waste I promise. I am thinking, left right and center. I look to the west, I look to the South. Where will money come from! Yet it’s all going to be yours😳😳. Just yours!! Really? Haha? So be aware?

Now am nursing a wound. Happy with that.

You can clearly see the toe and the ankle engulfed in an eodema.

Message to the haters…

“Am still alive? Sorry Satan…so sorry!!!!”

See you when you see me! 😀😀



Our neighborhood is so funny. Alot of funny things happen here. The Eco-system is friendly and the people therein. We are a peace loving community. We love calmness, we love fairness- this makes us a special people.

We have a forest nearby; it’s home to alot of creatures. What is seen most are the mockeys- they are funny right? Some of the creatures we see with our eyes, like the fox we fear. Even the least expected, those we don’t know whether they even exist (we can’t see them) anyway, we fear them too. Unlike the fox, these cause diseases. For the fox’s bite-especially those who disturb their peace. Pathogens differ.

They are a menace! They are more lethal! The viruses, the bacteria’s, the list goes on and on. So we are told to fear the forest. Is it fair anyway! Is it right? This is my neighborhood, I feel, I need to be familiar with it. Imagine, here in my viscinity, just a few kilometers! I have never stepped an inch therein. Is it fair?

Is it really fair….?

But I see white man going there. Is it ok for mzungu, wrong for me? Hoping my assumption is wrong! Otherwise, I will stage a show? This is going to be soon, very soon!

We see the mockeys, the foxes, and other wild animals daily. Those I know come from there. The mockeys are funny I must repeat, you know what? They don’t feed from the forest, instead, from our homes. They are more like our pets. So we feed them.

…..they steal…oh no!) We share? Their favorite, the sweet bananas; with that, you can make them sing songs. And that’s where the drama begins. To tell you surely, we have a problem of Mockeys. But i love them anyway. (My neighbors don’t.) They are cunning animals (funny) that’s all I can say.

So we are refused from familiarizing with the forest. The inhabitants of the forest are not restricted. How unfair?? Injustice at it’s best!

Is there any reasons for that? Is there any pretexts presented either? Am trying to think! Who is to blame for the mess at Zika? Why don’t we go in there anyway? What is wrong with that? Huh..!

Back to the micro-organisms, we are told to fear them like running water. But how? The wild animals cross over to us. Don’t they come with these minute organisms? Aren’t they infected themselves? What is there to fear anyway? What? Please tell me?

I am determined now, one day, I will crossover to that forest. Unleash my wrath, then come back. I think I will come with a story. Yes, with a story? I will cross over to that sign post. “Zika forest” then move past it with no remorse.

Zika! Zika! What is Zika for me to fear? What? Zika is a forest. Isn’t it? I am a Man?

Zika is a virus, somebody tells me. I check out Google, there it is, in black and white. A virus?? But here, it’s a forest! Which is which? Are they relatives? Are they sisters? Someone should tell me surely. Am trying to connect the dots. Zika who are you? I am your neighbor don’t ask? I am determined to come over to you. I want to discover what you hide in there? Who are you really?

Now I enter this forest, to come back with answers to the so many questions I pose. The what? The where? The how? I will write them here for you dear readers to read, as far as this blog allows. So wait?

Actually, please wait!


There is this funny man, my neighbor that is, he has never been sober. He is a drunkard in all ways. He is a binge drinker. He is funny! However, he is the father to the crush of my life. Ruth resembles her father. I hope, it’s only facial, not genetic. I hope some genes were not inhereted. It’s my prayer! My crush should not be like her Father, when it comes to drinking alcohol. Far from that? Let it not be oh God.

But for now, I love her. It’s all I know. I breathe her, I dream, I walk and she is all I can see. She is the love of my life. And hoping am not blinded by love. Am not going to disturb you with unnecessary ramblings about her yet. But she seems priceless.


My house is sorrounded by a live fence partially, some part near the gate is a wall fence. The trees make a good fence. There is something special about them. There is a way they add beauty to my compound. The shades, sometimes I sit there while I meditate. I sit there to contemplate and look at the world with a view. I can confidently look at the sky under these natural shades. They give a peace of mind to which I purge into whenever things go wrong.

The trees cause about plenty of fresh air. That aside the flowers, oh my;- are beautiful. Remind me today 9th/07/2019, I am going to pick one for my pearl, Ruth. Hoping you see the reason why I like the trees!

She will ask me, obviously, where I picked the flowers from. She doesn’t believe I can buy her flowers. She doesn’t know much about me yet, I believe! I want her to see the reason why I like the live fence? Probably, when she smells the scent, emotions will flow through out her body. Her spine will reverberate and rightly there, upon the magic scent, she will see reason.

For now she can’t see reason even after so much persuasion. she doesn’t like the kind of fence i fancy. She doesn’t like the type of fence here. She wants a wall fence. She wants walls. So today, allow me stop at that. Am not going to persuade her any longer. I let her be?

Her concern is that the fence allows entry of trespassers. The wild animals, all kinds, to the house. She fears these animals. This is why…….? The odds are zero for me.

All I can say about our place though, it’s a beautiful place. The people here are beautiful. They are calm. They are good and they have money. There is away I feel isolated from the rest of you😛😝😝. The place looks more like hermpshire. More like Birmingham! English, English! Everything is English. You may think the people here have just dropped out of Berkshire. Are we wiseacre’s anyways? Do we like to floss?? Hihihi😂😂!

We are affluent of course. We are the rich- (the locals call us.) Am lucky, if that is to go by. I live in a place like this. I have my privileges. I am affluent! I have the money-(the gold and the silver.) Don’t be jealous?


I have a pet at home, Curie. I love her. It’s a funny cat. One time, I found my boxers amiss! I searched in the bedroom. I searched in the bathroom and everywhere I could reach. You know what we found? Nothing??We searched and searched till I started to see blue. And it dawned on me. I had to let Curie rest. She had really searched tirelessly. I was pestering on because and truly, she was with me.

Curie there for you

After one week, I found the boxers stacked in a box in the kitchen. Looking around, Curie with her eyes fixed closely onto mine, looked guilty. When I said, “Who did this?” As if the words were written on my face. She just jumped over the sink and hide in the box.This box was already an exhibit and I was only looking for the rightful culprit to whom I could unleash my wrath.So I lifted the box with the cat therein, to the cells (the store room) until further notes.

We were together searching. She could not even say a thing. Haha! So be there until my wrath simmers.

When I woke up early in the morning to prepare for my errands. Guess what I saw? On my left, near the legs, Curie was right there as if saying good morning! Had she bribed the prison warders. I was trying to think. I started to laugh..I laughed and laughed till my wrath simmered 😂😂😂.

So she came to me. I lifted her to my chest. I kissed her as she looked so innocent and affectionate until when a few words slithered out of my mouth; “Curie, you are now a free citizen of this household. Go on to enjoy your freedoms.” I put her down and she left for the sitting room.

Curie!?? Its unbearable to be tense with her. She is so smart. And so cunning. Before I forget, am not bothered with her anymore.


Here in Mayway, we don’t have any thieves so far (except a few cunning animals.) We are detached from the rest of you😛😛. The place is more like Munyonyo. As if that’s not enough, like Kololo, if not Nakasero. All the people here are righteous, to say! No thieves? No beggars? What belongs to ceaser is ceaser’s? What is mine, year out, it’s mine? Now be tempted!

When it’s the eye forcing you to sin- pluck it out! Pull it out! Better with one eye than the temptation. Better than silver? Better than gold? Not that it’s bad, it’s only human, but what comes thereafter? You know what, here, there is more of people in uniform than the civilians themselves? As if a barracks! This is what I tell friends who come to visit me, to resist the temptation like we do to rattle snakes. To hate it fervently the way we hate to die. (As if we presume we will live 2000 years.)

So here, the temptation to steal alone can book you a free ticket- your’s Mr. thief- to Paradise without notice.

I think that is all. Oh no! I was forgetting. We have a serious problem of cunning thieves. Our only thieves!😆😆Those who dare the undaring. More like falling into a leopards den-(to see what?) Ayay?

There is this black and white dog with it’s son’s and daughter’s. It’s daring. In a group, they sneer slowly to our compound. They are the only thieves we have. Did you think of the poverty stricken, lazy, sick looking a boys that like free things. No. It’s easy to deal with those ones. These dogs since they are not interested in our clothes, our television sets. Our pearls, probably it’s the reason they are becoming a problem. Do you know what? They are interested in only the food. Yes, the food, just that. It’s the only reason they come with no fear. Tell me please what happens to an hungry creature? Wrath!!

We have plenty of food here. We can’t finish it, however much Curie tries. My girlfriend can’t either. I am the only contender. Others, it’s funny- they pretend. They are funny eaters!! My in-laws here (Mayway) all are impulse eater’s. They eat only with a stimulus. Not me! Not the dogs! We need no appetizer’s.So to say, we need helpers, though the immediate ones are thieves😊😊.We need real helpers, with the appetite like no other. With a strong urge to eat. To compliment my loved services.

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Back to the dogs. They are cunning! To the extent that one time it became to much for me. They were eating everything. Our chicken, the goats, the sheep’s and anything edible to them. Knowingly, they are carnivores, right? So find them eating posho and beans. When you see a carnivore eat grass? Trouble?!!

One night after so much persuasion. I contemplated, my brain dry, to come up with a better plan. How can I destroy this family of thieves? How can I get rid of them with minimal effort? You know when they are to attack, they come in groups, so scaring! Black and white patches (dog) as the head plus it’s immediate family members. They are so scary?

My good plan came like this, that I buy meat(good meal) for them. Are you sure? Yes, this time with a few grams of poison. Then I let them, no stealing, have their last super. My other role in this remains only to say fare thee well to them. He he!

You see, even after so much trouble caused, I was reluctant to come up with a plan like this. These dogs are creatures like me. They need a life! They have rights! And need to live like me. I mean, they deserve it? But when they attacked my chicken house and preyed on everything therein. I knew rightly that they had touched the leopards anus. Something was boiling up for them. This is when I said enough is enough! Since you love to eat good meals, you go down by them- to Paradise direct. And deal with your sins there! I can’t judge you here- go receive your rightful share of shoel. I wait for my turn then!

So I bought the meat, painfully and the poison. This time I said, “let it be once and for all?” I was determined to the root! I carefully read the instructions; mindful that the poison is not selective. Then mixing it thoroughly well with my good bait. I surrendered it all, not even a single piece was left! I wanted my good friends to have there last super in abundance, then off to shoel.

My bait was so juicy and mouthwatering. I imagined how my culprits were to thank me. How? But since they are thieves. They are not so much acquainted with this last part of any meal- to say thank you to whoever has provided the meal. Ha ha!

Actually, i made sure in all the places they frequented, there was enough of the bait. “Come one come all.” I said.

This time round, my sleep was so much endearing, filled with so much peace. Nothing troubled me at night. All dogs for once, were busy on their meals. This was comforting! I envisioned nice better days to come. Nice dreams and a so much comforting sleep without the creatures;- the damn dogs who could give me no sleep at all once in the vicinity.

Actually, to wake up, damn thing- so much peace was with me. Peace enough to walk through. I knew the chicken house was safe and intact. I knew the goats were safe for once. Everything! No need to wake up. I slept? Ha!

I woke up at 10:15am. It was my neighbors car hooting, this time not the dogs, that woke me up. So yea- to say, my sleep was so good. I picked up my phone to call Ruth, first thing in the morning. She was already wondering, infact she was contemplating to call when finally my call came through. But she had sent so many messages. This one below is one of them.

“Wats up boy, are you there? What’s taking you alot of time to call?”

The whole of that day was amazing. It was funfilled. Too much love. Since I had a very warming night previously, I had to call on my sweetheart to come over. She was amazing. She cooked for me, did all the laundry for me as we joked. “Am not going to do this any longer, you boy, if you don’t pay me off…!” “Pay you..eeh!” And she was serious. “I am not going to pay you today, I said, but.. wait, I am going to give your family twenty cows, thanking them first for raising you then thanking you for everything thereafter. And this you are doing today inclusive!” “Don’t joke.” she said. “…you began all this.” Ha? Ha? How she was annoyed??

That’s how we spent the whole day. Joking, laughing all through. Ruth is better at that. She is so cracking. And she made me busy, with her doing all this and that- she is a perfectionist. She wants all things set, everything, that’s why when she comes; she finds alot of work piled for her. I didn’t find any time to walk her around the compound, and me to check on my baited areas. But I was sure the dogs had the best of the day. Fare thee well!

Night came and the labors of the day had torn me apart. I was very tired! I slept off even before Ruth. And because I was tired, I didn’t think of anything else other than, yes, only to sleep. Ruth gets upset with this sometimes but luckily, she was also tired😃. So to say we slept off. Nothing else! And stop thinking! Haha?

At around 2:15am, something funny woke me up. A voice, Ruth’s father was shouting out loud at their home. Probably because their lovely daughter was missing. I think, he was quizzing her mother all about her absence. I didn’t even waste time to wake her up. But they shouted for some good time till all was gone, energy. They also had to sleep😄😄!

Ruth’s father is a drunkard. I think he didn’t sleep but remained there groaning for his lovely daughter. For me, sleep failed me. I was in bed gazing in the dark. Hearing funny voices outside. This forced me to have a glimpse of what was gnawing outside. I jumped out of bed and looked through the widow shutters. Guess what I saw?There under the mango tree, I saw a black and white dog with so many other dogs scattered all-over the compound. I could not believe my eyes!

“So these dogs think everyday is a sunday? They are back for more good meals! Wow!”

But how from hell! Didn’t they eat the bait! What went wrong? Looking closely, I was familiar with these patches (black and white!) Did this dog refuse to eat the bait! It was a good meal. Isn’t it? All carnivores could go for it. What really happened?

As I was still looking, they started fighting. “In whose compound?” I said. These dogs are so daring! I switched on the light but alas, did they move! Nothing. Instead, they began to roar. My sleep was totally gone. However, I didn’t what these funny creatures to wake up my darling. I had assured her of peaceful sleep here but now….huh!

These dogs refused to vacate the compound, and…, to let go i switched off the light. This is what calmed the situation. They stopped roaring.

A myriad of things passed through my mind. What had happened to my good bait? What really went wrong? These dogs I believe by now would be in hell! What is really going on? Something is terribly wrong!

There is something i have started to fear about Mayway. The dogs? These are not even dogs! How from hell? Are they even living, if I may ask? When you see a dog eat poison and still remains as dangerous as before!! Then something is terribly wrong?

😁😁See you when you see me😁😁😁



So today, I have come here to rant about my disapprovals, disappointments and everything else in that category. I am depressed. Disappointed to the root!

You know I had called my girlfriend Doreen and we had a few points we struck up together earlier before D-day. It means we had agreed, right? Though she put me in the party moods and left me there to hang.

Meanwhile, today I am supposed to go watch a game, my favorites, “the cranes” battling it out with Sergio Mane (senegal.) I am very optimistic we are going to teach Senegal a lesson they will never forget about this AFCON 2019. I am just happy, very excited and here waiting for the game to kick-off. What is going to happen? Please wait!

So here I am, calming my anxiety with a Soda and meanwhile contemplating to call my dearest pearl, to remind her; maybe, of our progie??? Did she forget? Something is holding her back. At least by now I know she would be here. Does she have transport? I am very certain she has or she knows what to do incases such as this? For when there is scanty she always calls the boss (me) for assistance. I am her soft sponge, where she relies, for all things– if you didn’t know. She knows I was born with a silver spoon. And to tell the truth, she has witnessed.

So here I am again. Waiting on her to call. Alas! She has failed to call. At least she should call to update me on everything about us. Anything?? It’s coming to a full day now. I am starting to see red signs. Awww!

It would be better when she’s around. It would be colourful when she’s here with me. When she’s right here. As I watch my favorites dribble the ball- my pearl just right next to me. Double happiness! Hahaha!

So I was starting to grow tense. Something was really amiss.

The game started, and now trying to forget about the late comers. My soda bottle was now empty, so yea- I ordered for two more. I was trying to forget some of the emotions that were flowing through me. And just about 15 minutes into the game, they scored. You know, I was sipping my soda, no problem. Feeling only the taste. When I heard the uproar, people shouting out loud, I knew we had scored. I was very optimistic. I had predicted a 3:0 win.


To say I celebrated! Huh…!

I had joined the bandwagon unknowingly. Settling back at my sit, yes- I was already seeing red. Something popped up on the big screen and before I could read it properly well. Another shot by mane to our side was ruining my nerves. Sergio Mane had scored. Senegal 1 already. Uganda cranes 0.😛😝😝😜

I was starting to see blue. This is when I decided to call on Doreen. To see whether she was near somewhere coming to join me. Alas?? The phone was off!!

You see I had planned the best of my happiness to day. Winning the game 3:0 and enjoying the rest of the day with bestie. Did she come? Nothing!

She had stood me up! So I moved out of the bar… cold. Not to tell a lie. I made sure all the soda bottles infront of me were crystal clear empty, then I moved. Literary, I drained them. Something terrible was on my neck-anger, stretching out the nerves. I was annoyed to the dot.

At the gate calling on Doreen like many times… someone comes out to me as if I had tasked him to do so. “Senegal has been given a penalty” he said. What? Begging him to repeat. My nerves were tense and blood flowing terribly… I was going to faint. Luckily, the penalty was saved by our goal keeper. That saved me the death. I was under attack. My blood pumping through the veins, and my grim face folding terribly. It was hell. I was really annoyed. Not to the game, not to the players, not even Doreen, but about everything. I was deeply depressed.

Further, i was involuntarily blaming God for it. Was he even there? Did I involve him initially? Who called on him for us? I was blaming him for it. God is not the problem. “Calm down.” I tried to comfort myself. I had anticipated alot out of a shallow river. I had hoped to get a whale out of a swamp. Pity me?

That’s how the day went. I am still calling on Doreen to know what really happened. I am not tense now. Nothing is going to happen. I should still keep my calm.

For Uganda cranes, that is how we exited the AFCON this year. One of our prophets (Mbonye Elvis) had assured us a sure win. winning the Africa cup for the first time. His charms had moved through space, dissected the minutes, adding one plus one, and connecting the dots still, to come up with a sure win for Uganda. Haha! But why?Probably this is why I had staked a lot?

So before I blame our players, I am looking for the man of God. There’s something he has to tell, especially to me. I have alot of questions for him well reserved. I have alot of doubts and …He is now the scapegoat for all my disapoitments.

See you when you see me😁😁😁😁😁😁