still nada!
First and foremost, I still have the blogcks. Don't look so shocked. The whole writing until something comes up isn't working. I've tried, I've really tried...
I've tried to use my history,
Dear L, remember that time, we stopped talking because we couldn’t decide which mighty morphin power ranger was the best. Or that other time we took the shortcut through the church and found out there were dogs on the premises, first screaming then laughing our heads off once we were safely at your gate. Our black market enterprise, the ball gum, chapati, Big G, crisps and riham we snuck onto school property and sold to boarders at inflated prices. The kwepena club with its strict membership. Getting caned for someone farting while Mr. Opus marked our papers. Getting caned when someone ripped a hole in the net of one of the windows at the door, at the top of the stairs, at the bottom of the stairs, at the entrance to building, and then outside all of us on the cement sliding to get to the teacher we thought caned least hardest. Getting caned for writing backstreet boys’ lyrics at the back our SST books. The scandal when K shouted that C had brought condoms to school. Eating everything K brought to buy our votes then voting M for head boy anyway. When O wore the miniskirt wrapper and it flew off. Watching Resort Beach donkeys mate over the fence. Watching Mr. Muhwezi on his dates over his fence. Sticking my finger into the open socket to see if I'd really get shocked and so O would give me a Digestive. When O walked into class late and Mr. Okia asked her what knew about blue movies…
I tried to talk about the riots, you know, throw a little intellectual into the pot,
...I understand it a little, this need to define people by their tribe. It’s the way humans work, isn’t it, in attempt to understand this universe we go along cataloguing everything, giving it a name, definition and a box so we know what it is when we come across it again. But it’s important to keep checking to see if something is still working, right? Do the advantages of tribe continue to outweigh the disadvantages currently? The stereotypes, the limited opportunities for the ‘wrong’ tribe, the ego that the ruling tribe tends to have and it’s ripple effect, blatant disregard for the needs of the less powerful based on tribe (honestly, if the war in the north, was the war in the west would it have been allowed to continue this long)? Do they help Uganda to be the best it can be? I don’t really think so, feels more like it separates us. Maybe this M7’s game plan, if we’re so busy bickering amongst each other we’ll be too busy to worry about exactly what stunts he’s pulling? Mojo jojo take notes! ...
I run out of ideas that connect, or sometimes it's the words. Yeah, the words go away and I'm left with these brilliant but suddenly indescribable ideas that float just beyond my reach. It's so frustrating my hair won't perm anymore... You know what I'm going to do? Buy a bar of chocolate and ponder this further. In the meanwhile,
NEW BLOGGER ALERT! - Lincoln
I've tried to use my history,
Dear L, remember that time, we stopped talking because we couldn’t decide which mighty morphin power ranger was the best. Or that other time we took the shortcut through the church and found out there were dogs on the premises, first screaming then laughing our heads off once we were safely at your gate. Our black market enterprise, the ball gum, chapati, Big G, crisps and riham we snuck onto school property and sold to boarders at inflated prices. The kwepena club with its strict membership. Getting caned for someone farting while Mr. Opus marked our papers. Getting caned when someone ripped a hole in the net of one of the windows at the door, at the top of the stairs, at the bottom of the stairs, at the entrance to building, and then outside all of us on the cement sliding to get to the teacher we thought caned least hardest. Getting caned for writing backstreet boys’ lyrics at the back our SST books. The scandal when K shouted that C had brought condoms to school. Eating everything K brought to buy our votes then voting M for head boy anyway. When O wore the miniskirt wrapper and it flew off. Watching Resort Beach donkeys mate over the fence. Watching Mr. Muhwezi on his dates over his fence. Sticking my finger into the open socket to see if I'd really get shocked and so O would give me a Digestive. When O walked into class late and Mr. Okia asked her what knew about blue movies…
I tried to talk about the riots, you know, throw a little intellectual into the pot,
...I understand it a little, this need to define people by their tribe. It’s the way humans work, isn’t it, in attempt to understand this universe we go along cataloguing everything, giving it a name, definition and a box so we know what it is when we come across it again. But it’s important to keep checking to see if something is still working, right? Do the advantages of tribe continue to outweigh the disadvantages currently? The stereotypes, the limited opportunities for the ‘wrong’ tribe, the ego that the ruling tribe tends to have and it’s ripple effect, blatant disregard for the needs of the less powerful based on tribe (honestly, if the war in the north, was the war in the west would it have been allowed to continue this long)? Do they help Uganda to be the best it can be? I don’t really think so, feels more like it separates us. Maybe this M7’s game plan, if we’re so busy bickering amongst each other we’ll be too busy to worry about exactly what stunts he’s pulling? Mojo jojo take notes! ...
I run out of ideas that connect, or sometimes it's the words. Yeah, the words go away and I'm left with these brilliant but suddenly indescribable ideas that float just beyond my reach. It's so frustrating my hair won't perm anymore... You know what I'm going to do? Buy a bar of chocolate and ponder this further. In the meanwhile,
NEW BLOGGER ALERT! - Lincoln
2 comments
First...I claim dem socks.....
REPLYsecondly... I'd like some chocolate too...
Mck, they can't email chocolate yet, it's in the works though...But yz, why kill so many juicy stories in one go? there are so many bits in that history that i'd love to say a thing about and read more about, but then i'd end up with a post of my own
REPLYhi! thanks for commenting. I'm always open to new ideas. I can't wait to hear yours.