The tears of a woman

So she learns that the easiest way to get her way is to let her tears fall. She knows its unfair but her mama didn’t teach her the demerits of emotional blackmail.

Her man is a hardworking dude. He’s not too rich and he knows the world knows it. The world’s opinion matters to him big time. Because he comes from a complicated background, you see. His parents were his heroes and as he grew up, he didn’t realize that they were not as hardworking as the world wants people to be.

When he grew up, he realized that he could not look up to his folks anymore because they were underachievers who were content to beg relatives for even the basics in life. He discovered his parents had never really rented a house yet they had also never built a house of their own.

He was a driven man. He resolved early on in life never to make a woman cry. He had seen too many tears as his mama cried out against the cruel world fate had handed her. She told him from a very tender age that the one solely responsible for her troubles was his daddy.

He made a vow never to be like his daddy.

Even with his little education, he knew he had to triumph over his adversity. And he knew he had a very short time. He was running out of time because his parents were old. There was something within him that made him want to prove something to his folks. Maybe he just wanted to teach them the facts of life.

That’s the kind of man this woman married.  A man with issues. A man who wanted to conquer the world before he was 33. Alexander the Great was a stupid heathen but he managed this feat. Surely, with his kind of conviction, he was in a better position to do much more.

She caught on early enough. She discovered that his weakness was seeing the tears of a woman. All the other girls came and went and they just couldn’t find a space in his armor. Because they did not know how to exploit the tears on him.

She won. She made him marry him, buy her the Lexus in the front yard, build her the fine mansion in Muyenga and carry her pink bag on Saturdays as she had her nails done in the salon in downtown Kampala. All through her tears.

  

A sister’s cry

Reading Nate’s post about the chick who wants to get back with him after a decade made me laugh. It also made me think on the woes of females the world over, who have one thing in common; the desire to be equal.

The Women’s Lib movement has come a long way and they have the skins to show for the many victories they’ve achieved along the way. I am not going to believe any more that the situation is as bad as it used to be in the past. Even in the remotest place in the world, I believe the men folk have changed their attitude to females. Times really change.

So with the affirmative action; that 1.5 at campu and all the good things that are reserved for the fairer sex, it is a stretch to still go on about how unfair the male chauvinistic world is to women. Otherwise, why are we even trying to change things if for all these years, nothing’s changing?

Seems the world is getting set in a cozy place where all the men have to do is make all the appropriate noises when the debate comes. That’s how to be politically correct, y’know. That’s how the president spots you and gives you a job. That’s how the pastors in church will spot you and beg you to start a special ministry. While you are at it, donors will come in coz if your pastor recommends your ministry, it just gotta be good, right?

Meanwhile the sins of old are still virulent. That old thing about a woman being insecure walking down a Kampala street in sackcloth is still alive and well. Yeah, she doesn’t have to wear a body-hugging see through; she just gotta be female. Heck, some guys are also hit on!

A simple thing like going to the market will mess up a woman’s day coz some louts think they are scoring points whistling at her. She got a family; there are people who call her mamma and she has responsibilities toward her man at home. She is the mother of the nation but do these peeps even think this is important?

We need to lay this on someone. We need a scapegoat. Warren…

  

Racism boils beneath

(I have been trying to post this since yestrday).

Yesterday, just as I started a new post, news started trickling in that there was trouble in town. The peaceful demo against the give away of Mabira Forest had gone awry.

I decided to wait and see how it’d unfold. It did. Badly.

Running battles, dead people who’d assured their wives at home that this time, it was safe coz the police chief had been quoted just the previous day saying that there wouldn’t be any trouble.

Now, three innocent people are dead.

This is not a post where I lay blame. Don’t have the strength to do that.

Just trying to imagine, though I can’t, what people of Asian extract are feeling right now. All the shops that belong to Indians’ in town, the one’s I know of anyway, are closed. I gues there’s going to be heavy traffic out of the country at the airport this weekend.

I shudder to think that most of the people on the streets are not feeling any remorse. How can we look at the Rwandans and say they are savage after 1994 when we are displaying the same traits?

I know, most of the people who threw the stones’ that ended the life of the unfortunate guy in the black shirt were part of the ‘led,’ not the instigators. But have we no shame? How do you pick a rock and cast it at the head of a HUMAN being, knowing well that it could end his life, will end his life?

Yesterday, we showed ourselves for who we really are; we are a racist lot and when we go to the USA and get Rodney King’d we should just shut it. The events also exposed the danger we are in. We live on the brink of madness, just as the Tutsis in Rwanda lived with killers next to them yet they exchanged gifts at Christmas and invited them into their houses for their children’s birthdays.

I saw a TV presenter yesterday who, in the middle of his show, said almost as an afterthought that we should observe a moment of silence for the “Bayindi who lost their lives,” this with a smirk on his face.

I heard two chicks laughingly saying they wished the mob had gone for their Indian bosses and beaten the crap outta them.

And the president must have not heard the full extent of the chaos when he made those arrogant remarks while at the VP’s home. He was making light of a situation that some people will inevitably pin on him.

The only one who might breath more easily in this maelstrom is the VP. At least the Red Pepper might give him a break after all.

Don’t you just hate it when Blogger just wont open when you click Blog This!?

The anointed of the Lord

When the noise dies down, the big man will probably rise up and see about answering us. See we are all just proles. That is the biggest mistake we made when we had to choose between being big and being just normal, we played with our chances. We blinked and missed it. So now we have to live with that mistake.

The big men don’t get there by being all good and pretty. They fight and get muddy all over. They sweat blood and make big sacrifices. That’s why it sounds so strange when the proles try to make changes by just talking. You can’t cause change by demonstrating. Not in a world gone crazy, where the only way to understand others is the color of blood.

So are we ready for the revolution? Do we need a revolution?

It is said we should not touch the annointed of the lord. God weighs us and gives us the leaders we deserve. So who are we to start fighting over things we are unhappy about? We got ourselves here, no?

There’s alot of idle talk. Maybe that’s why things never change in this land. The guys up there have gotten used to the fact that we talk and never act.

I don’t know…these days i just rumble.