Archive for September, 2007

How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

Posted in I love this country on September 18, 2007 by steven

I watched The Sound of Music after a very long time. I was thrilled. It was a godsend.

Two days ago I was trying to soothe my daughter to sleep and I realized I have forgotten my nursery rhymes. I tried some songs from the movie but I couldn’t remember all the words.

I admit it is a trite flick and no one should prolly admit that they still sway their heads to Edelweiss but goodness, did it tag at the heartstrings!

Where did all the fun of childhood go? We knew so many songs and it was completely normal for us to break into any tune even as we stomped in the puddles. Life was great. No one ever told us that growing up would be this stressful.

For a movie made in 1964, this flick takes the rolex.

Sideways

Posted in show me the money on September 13, 2007 by steven

Many years ago, when I joined secondary school, the student community was still reeling from a scandal the previous term. Apparently, the chapel prefect had been caught in a compromising situation with a Form One student.

My old school is a single sex school.

When we joined, there was a kind of electricity around the school. When a new student as much as looked in the direction of the chapel, older students would take them aside and give them a real scare. “Don’t go over to that side of the school. It is the real bad side.” Or words to that effect.

The kingdom suffered some those years but as we all know, the Dude already said those immortal words, “I shall build my kingdom and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.” Those who don’t believe it can go ahead and butt they heads on the walls trying to disprove the wisdom.

Anyway, moving ahead, it is a fact that there are people of deviant persuasions among us. Instead of craving to lie with little girls, some little boys want to lie with little boys. Like changing the line, “…kissed the girls and made them cry…” in Georgie Porgie.

But apart from this disagreeable nature, is there anything good that they can do? The jeremiads in the papers seem to tell of only gloom and bad tummies for anyone who engages in butty-riding.

So many of us don’t like the way MJ conducts himself. Or Kells for those who were not born in the Stone Age. But can we say we will judge these dudes according to their private lives or their talents? For one, we all know that Kells is better known for his sizzling voice and the magic he can do to an old song that’s been forgotten by humanity.

Regardless of the truth in the claims that MJ does little boys, who can hold their own against him when he starts to pull his version of the moonwalk?

A very talented musician in Uganda might never make it onto the world stage because rumours of his strange tastes are starting to roll out. He might not get the rave reviews, the recognition for being better than the best on the stage today, the money that comes with standing there and smiling stupidly as you swing a silly phone being peddled by a super phone company…

Maybe we are still far inside the woods. Society is not going to ‘open up’ that easily. We are proud Africans who would rather do our stuff in the closet (fathers defiling their daughters and being protected by their wives so that the clan is not shamed, et al). We are not push-overs, siree. But while we work out our insecurities and beliefs, it would be good for us to remember that before we are sexual beings, we are people first.

People are very unpredictable. You could pick up a stone to kill the evil fag on the ground only to be called to another lynching where your son is being given that same medicine because he said he leads an LGBT group.

Start of the journey

Posted in show me the money on September 6, 2007 by steven

Hi. It’s good you are here at last. It’s been a long time. We have waited for 40 weeks and it was sure getting tiresome. The excitement built from last year and see, we are getting to the end of this year fast.

You are sure strange; your eyes are always closed, your fingers are so tiny and carrying you around sends shards of cold through me because I fear that you could break. You cry and send us scampering and wondering what it is this time. And of course we are adjusting to sleep deprivation.

It is all good, however. We could give everything just to stare down at you and coo lovingly as you look up from your little bed.

Having you has been the Big Thing I expected it to be. But it is a very good Big Thing. Now I can see clearly into the future. I am looking at the years ahead and just thinking of all the things I want to pack into those years makes me want to get up now and start on the plans. Because I get this feeling that there might not be enough time to do it all.

My goal is to see to it that you grow up to be a great WOG. That is Woman of God. I have met a number of them in my life and every time I did, I told myself silently that if I ever had a little one like you, I would want them to be just like that. I want to be here when you make all the big decisions in your life and I want to answer your questions.

I want to comfort you when you lose your first tooth and I want to fight the boogey men in the night for you. I want to help you with the difficult Maths, even if I suck majorly at numbers. For you, I’ll become a professor.

The world you have come into is not a very friendly place. We have people around us who do not believe in being good to other people. There are people bent on making the existence of others as unbearable as possible. Such characters will always be around. They have been around since forever. But we have an obligation to rise above the haters. You have to survive.

I was there when you arrived, you know. It was a miracle. You jumped out like you were ready for the world. Ready to take on the world. I held you in my arms as your mommy caught her breath and got repaired. You were so feisty, so forceful. You kicked like you had a mission. The blood was rushing into your face and you went beet red. Like a cheated politician. With time, you will get a real healthy colour and when you get angry, we will not be able to see it written all over your face.

As I write, I am thinking of ways to leave work early. I want to come home and find you, spend as many hours with you as possible. It’s like that. You have me twisted around your baby thumb.

I love you.

PS: This here thingamajig has jammed; tried to post pics. The moment i figure out how to do it, will put up some. She’s a looker.

oh, and by the way, check this out http://www.trampcard.blogspot.com/

No right to die

Posted in show me the money on September 3, 2007 by steven

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