Musings of a Timid observer

It's that time when we look back upon the year and like an instagram filter, make the things we did just a few months ago seem almost ancient and nostalgic. It's that time when you decide to be thankful for the past year, hopeful for the next and make half hearted attempts at losing weight, learning a new skill and promising to be a saint for the next year. It's also the time to make lists. This is my list of highlights from this past year 1 . The blog. First of all, no one ever gets excited when they hear you have a blog. Usually it's a 'meh' reaction.  It's akin to the reaction parents get when they begin to unleash baby pictures of their little darling-most polite people smile and endure it all the while hoping Besigye would walk by and a full scale riot breaks out just so they don't have to feign interest. Despite this general feeling that blogs are self indulgent diaries online, It's been a great way to get my thoughts out there, interact with a

"Then what is the meaning of your life?". "You have to believe in something.".  "Why not just kill yourself or go out and rape and kill and do as you please because there are no eternal consequences to your actions?".  These and more absurd suggestions to the options that apparently now lie before me as an unbeliever have been put forward more as ways to illustrate the absurdity of life without faith in a divine father than as legitimate ways to carry on with one's day. Still it does illustrate two points:- One, that people have a strong distrust for people who are not of faith. And two, it appears that believing in things with no good evidence is the only thing stopping a scores of people from taking to the streets with their rape hats on and their desire for blood boiling. Thank goodness for faith!People may actually do what they desire it seems. Now to be fair, I don't find many people really think this way. It just is something they f

This is an excerpt of my letter to a friend with whom I was discussing race. It's been edited to remove several terrible jokes and references to mutual acquaintances.Enjoy Four times this week the issue of race has come up in some way or another in my life. Thrice in discussion with my friends in which we speak freely and hence any detailed re-telling of the words uttered may lead to our subsequent arrest and sentencing as criminal elements, and once on the morning radio program on Sanyu FM on Saturday. The general tone was the same in all but one of the discussions. Fuck these white people. They is the scourge of the earth and they have kept the black man down too long. The only thing missing were Afro combs and dashikis as we worked ourselves into a fury over the invisible scars we were supposedly carrying from the whips of the white master. Sirkumstance, in his Americanized Ugandan accent, spouting off a list of achievements of Africans. How white people only brought gon

There are a few people in this world that I have great affection for. I have many acquaintances but there are people who are a little more than just friends, they're family to me. Two people who fall into this category succumbed to Cupid's arrow and are getting married. Jubilation and ululation all around. It's a beautiful thing when people you care about find each other. Plus you don't have to pretend to like your friend's new boyfriend or girlfriend just for their sake. Now as of last week, the wedding plans were almost something I was reading about in the news like the new royal fetus, the pope joining twitter. It was something out in the ether but now the first wedding meetings are upon us and all of a sudden, shit got real!! " Joel, are you going to be the chairperson?"."Of course you're the chairman. You are that type". "Stop being fake nawe, you can't now do this" (My friends are rebels and throw the finger at t

Do me a favor hurry and open the door Because the space between the knock and when you stand before me Is a space when my mind rushes When I imagine what you'll look like What you'll smell like And I'm always wrong You're always so much better Hug me tight and all the world is blue Be kind to me I'm just a fool for you Your smile is like a double barreled shot gun and you've got it aimed right at me You're kisses put creases on my brain Those other girls are just tonic water You're vodka lemon Be kind to me I'm a fool for you You sit close to me laugh with me And I pour myself a numbing drink Try hard not to sink In this crazy crazy tide of feelings This jigsaw needs to come together Do you like me too Or am I just a fool for you? Blue moon that's how often this comes along with a face made to break  hearts And a laugh that tears me up and builds me back up Don't know if I can stand it Try me and see You ne

In the dark of the night, he heard her calling his name.Crying out for his frame He reached up and out, over and about the sheets Still no sign of her warmth around He gets up and  walks as if lame As if carrying a heavy burden upon his frame The fridge light is blinding Illuminating the dark of his cave A slight look around He picks a cold half finished brew Some condiments and some bread Shuffles back to bed He could taste the hops They flow down his dry throat Hurtling to the center of him To the place of the ache within He munches his sandwich and scratches his head He pauses He sighs She never liked him to eat in bed Her words cut like a knife through butter Her pleas for him to grow up To man up, shut up or never again blow up He was defiant though Never did grow up, man up, shut up And boy did he ever blow up Like a surreal dream he'd watched it happen He saw his avatar lift his hand and hit her across the cheek Saw the rage in is eyes The horro