Ever feel like you are stuck in a rut? Yeah, I know; if you are a Ugandan who’s tried to ‘have your country at heart,’ it’s the story of your life. So I am going to make some adjustments, see if the feeling will change. It’s the age of feeling, y’know.
My phone book needs a thorough clean-up. Make that ‘needed.’ I lost my phone a few weeks ago and I can’t start to tell you how liberated I feel. There were all these contacts I have not called (and who’ve not bothered to find out out how I’m doing) in eons. As I rebuild a phonebook, I know I won’t be missing them.
My Facebook page needs changes too. Mark Zuckerburg is a liar, he tells you all those people who say they want to be your friends are really your friends. Check this out. They are not. Statistically, the most friends you can really have is about 10. Okay 12 if you bring in the example of Jesus, but then again, dude had three close chums among the 12. I have a little more than 200 on FB. There are people with 5000 friends but I am not envying them. Some of these free loaders have to go.
I need to start straight talking. I know I am African and all, but this business of listening meekly while some self-appointed leader lords it over me and my poeple is getting old. Instead of waiting for the end of the service before I can corner the preacher to ask what he thinks of the fact that most of the practices of our faith are copy-and-paste versions of old ‘evil’ religions, (even the whole nativity business), I should start doing it in the service. “‘Scusi, Pastor man, but jesuspuzzle.com’s got some serious allegations you need to check out,” I’d go.
My country bleeds and I can’t do anything. So because I think I have identified the culprits, I am sulking since I can’t shoo them away. I am hitting back by not voting because I don’t want to be giving them the legitimacy they need. I know because of this stance, I shouldn’t complain when the hyenas return to bleed my country some more but all the same, I am going to continue saying what I believe.