EXIT4ONE - Every Step For A Cause!

It might be true to say that he who is in love thinks that the others are blind; some of us just think that he is crazy. And as much as the economic recession is so published, the social one is always ignored and some causes are as minor!!! Anyway, so I was with a friend and his colleague kept on hurrying the conversation. I realized it was unusual and asked what he was hurrying to do at home. “I have to beat the jam (traffic jam) before it’s late,” he stressed. “Late for what,” I asked? From the brief acquaintance, I didn’t think he was an early home kind of person. This time he was going to be. And thank you God, for the things love can make us do. Yes! When you love someone you always have to do something a little extra ordinary. It could be writing a very interesting poem, when even your high school teacher knew that the last poem you read halfway, let alone wrote, was the mandatory Shakespearean verse or the Longman’s Publisher’s advert in the back of the school exercise book’s co...

The Chinese say that if heaven dropped a ‘date,’ open your mouth and suppose that it shall go well. As a friend, I caution you to pray so hard that the date won’t turn out to be my other friend; the lawyer. They go to school to learn just to be friends; ‘learned friends!’Where on earth is a school to learn to love, or so we pray to love so well and wisely to finally marry? Take your chances, don’t take insurance and hire your learned friend and you’ll recoup twice the amount. But remember, as you win your suit, you lose your money too…pay the lawyer about 75% of both the ‘investment’ and ‘profits;’ time not refundable. And be careful, before so long your child too will be asking you for damages & compensation (at commercial rate), for spending little time with him/her or being 'absent minded' while with them. Have you ever been to Nigeria? I want to; one day…though sometimes I get scared of the idea. So I grabbed a Nigerian movie...it depicted a very lovely couple. But iron...

If they had danced before the blind, sang before the deaf or talked to the dumb, I am sure one of them would personally have had a bigger story to tell. Well, like someone once said, those who love music will always find a song to sing, or something to sing about. Hugging, watching and listening to the Watoto sing this week provoked many thoughts in my mind, but one that has kept on is the one you find here. They came; they narrated, danced and sang their hearts out. Surprisingly, like any other concert, these children’s musical starts as an excitement. It falls with a boom of the African traditional drum beat. It then meanders its way out like a river seeking its way into an ocean. And as the rhythm rises, it mounts itself on the tone of its own narrative. But it reaches a moment in time when it stops being a concert and for a life-time your heart will sing of something bigger, and perhaps forever...the King they sing about! And yes, it is the reason they sing and dance, the rea...

At first it blew about, wondering around like a stranded plane. Then I thought it was indeed some kind of lost wind that would eventually disappear. But bit by bit, it rested down, building itself into something. It seemed like each flake knew just where it fitted most. Early this morning, I reluctantly looked thru the window and lo, it was a sinless world. What could be as white as snow? Later on, I stepped off my door and yes, I could easily count how many people had passed by my street, let alone concretely suspect which house had the most cats around. I was not very sure of when the snow would rest its case. But as I kept counting the dotted footsteps along the street, I became surer of the old Chinese saying, that a person who walks on snow can never hide his footprints behind him. Yes, this came clearer than anything else. I thought of many things: I thought of the plain white snow that had rested on my door step, I felt bad to step on it; I'd spoil the beauty. It was so spo...

We are nation builders We have little time We devote it all to our People A healthy People, A healthy nation, The Pearl of Africa! I am Minister of health I spend all day doing books of accounts At night I visit the mortuary It is forever empty Oh Praise our ministry For our healthy people They do not die! We are a healthy nation At fifty one, I am a teenager And somebody is not happy Now I am at the University Locked in the University And I understand everything. The University does not need us It will not miss us soon when we get out Our people do Our services, they will As somebody stands between us and our people When Pope comes to Uganda He will leave three people in our nation St. Jim St. Michael And St. Inspector General, the traitor, All for God and my Country!

(This is my all time classical, met it when I was eleven, todate it feels like it was written only a day before today, I hope you enjoy it too). Today I did my share in building the nation. I drove a Permanent Secretary to an important urgent function In fact to a lunch at the Vic. The menu reflected its importance Cold bell beer with small talk, then fried chicken with niceties Wine to fill the hollowness of the laughs Ice-cream to cover the stereotype jokes Coffee to keep the PS awake on return journey. I drove the Permanent Secretary back. He yawned many times in back of the car Then to keep awake, he suddenly asked, did you have any lunch friend? I replied looking straight ahead and secretly smiling at his belated concern that I had not, but was slimming! Upon which he said with a seriousness that amused more than annoyed me, Mwanainchi (Civilian) , I too had none! I attended to matters of state. Highly delicate diplomatic duties you know, and friend, it goes against my grain, Caus...

She’s crying Holding back her words Grinning so hard Soaking her beautiful face With these sweet tears Rolling down to her chin Drenching her undefiled cheeks She is hurting Hurting for love! She bites her teeth so hard And closes her eyes To keep her tongue from telling her story Then she bundles up herself! “Save those tears,” He master calls from within, “There are more things to cry for, Than for love!” Amina bursts in tears again Then her tongue lets out the shell, “But I love him, I’ll die for him!” Croak! Croak! Croak! His sarcastic tone laughed It was a message, A bad message he recalls it, “Help yourself and leave I am not opening I don’t care what happens Just leave me alone, I don’t love you,” Britney, a bride-to-be chucks her boyfriend! Betrayal, Chips chicken and cheating, Tears of joy, Laughter’s with pain All flowing in the River of love Oh God forbid, That I should drink from that river! Flowers, roses, One kiss Babies, abortions and deaths All flow from the river of l...