SEX TAPES THE IMPORTANT ISSUES,

The profanities of life are the funniest and humour is rides in uncertanity, stupid uncertainity. Vulgarities are different and its not funny to be indescent. When a country rallies behind the things that were considered profane, vulgar, unacceptable in society, then we need to get on our knees, backs, and whichever way there is of crying to a deity to save us.

Weeks ago the nude pictures of one of our good musicians were leaked (as if you need to be reminded). The same week though, the katosi road scandal was being discussed in parliament (i bet many did not know about that). A few weeks of silence passed and another `celebrity` released a video of herself `mustarbating`(as if you need to reecord that for us) meanwhile the railway deal was being discussed in the parliament and how it would take the country into a crippling date.

Social media has played its part and so has the mainstream, and the we share these videos and images the way a congregation shares a sunday morning greeting. The famous participants are given front page welcomes similar to goldmedal winners. On radio stations, they are discussed as if they have given sex independence from privacy. They are ardoned in grace as if it is a noble thing, or a thing that requires sophistication of any nature to record oneself having coitus with oneself or another. There we are, watching and giving them audience. They might even resort to launching and debuting them the way Cinema Magic launches, The Hobbit and perhaps we shall be waiting to pay. Our dear children will finally understand and not have to ask their parents questions on how they were concieved, and there will be no more lying. Schools shall use them in sex education and the actors may even get Nobel Prizes.

That is our story. As minister parliamentarians are stealing and embezzling tonnes of our money, we are busy with the important things, sex tapes. As our dear babies are dropped off at daycare centres by mothers who are to busy to stay with them, we are busy distributing nude pictures. As the world is fighting Ebola and trying to look for a cure, our talk shows will focus instead on who will release the next sex tape and which one was better. And our country will rot, and perhaps become a brothel. The thieves will rob us dry and ensure we have a constant supply. Murderers will kill our sons and distribute more images.

Perhaps they are the important issues and maybe, the other things are secondary. Perhaps parents need to watch thier daughters and sons, children thier parents, and brothers thier sisters. SEX TAPES, THE IMPORTANT THINGS.

kampala out of my hands

i watched and you did too
we all shared a common silence
on our part we were like frightened cats
and they slithered like a dark snake
into the deepest camps of our times

i watched with you
so stand by me as we tell this story
that soon enough when our children mock us
i will be in a little-r dread
you stand by me

we were there, alive and strong
and by evening we scampered into the left over bars
and drunk the remaining beers we were allowed
got arrested as we sung our drunkness back home
wasted and stinking like the madmen of kampala

 we let them get away with it
gave them all it took to tear our city apart
as they made it a forest
a jungle too thin for chimpanzees

kampala we shall mourn you
as our children walk miles to find airtime
and conversation becomes a major crime
we shall mourn you
as our children scorn at us with stones

we are watching, as it slips out of our hands

i was not in line, i was first

i was not in line but i was first.
because i stood ahead of myself
and watched everyone else pass the line.

i was not in sight but i could be seen
because from the place where everything was hidden
somethings could still be seen

and with simple words
i made the lines speak
wishing that all who had eyes could see

i was not in line, yet i was first
first to say the truth to myself
and then i begun...
here, now
to know that,

you make the first step
and we shall follow in line...
take yours now

my better half and the half empty glass

she was a dream i could not live without, as her name screamed peace in my nightmares. it seemed like the worlds had collided and here we were. two people meant for each other( we thought). the days reigned in craziness and all the joys of love, the mysteries and sacrifices. we thrived in tough places and revealed to those who thought it could not be done. on the lips of many lovers we were the team, the dream the ultimate. inside of us, we were still two lonely hearts, who found each other at the right time in the right place. perhaps i was seeking to get lucky, and she caught me in her `charm`.

on the table were two half empty glasses, and the two decided to become one. well the beauty of this, they did become perfectly one. she poured where he was empty, and he thrived therein.

so the days past and her emptiness kept showing. constant complaints, and bouts of anger. i guess love eventually ends this way. the things we called our own became my selfish acts. the worlds we shared before became my choice. she ranted about everything even the way i dressed. she hated all the things i had bought for her even the color of her hair. down that path we rolled trying and aching. i shuttered.

on the table one glass was now empty whereas the other was full. the empty glass complained constantly for it has been cheated, drained, betrayed. when the anger was finally too much, it sought to break the one that was full so that they both could loose.

and so it is, with my better half, how could i give away myself that much? how could i sacrifice all i had for the nothing she gave me, oh...that was her story too.

the problem is that if you are incomplete, no level of beauty, love of another or care can complete you. the truth is you are doomed to drain them of all they ever had. in the end you are both empty and lost.

with two full glasses, union brings overflowing and giving brings blessing.
let he who has ears hear..and let he with reason understand...

the first steps

We could take the first two steps together

And decide upon the last one

If we should take another few

And leave one big footprint

We could sing the first two lines together

And decide while we sing the last one

If we should just compose another

And sing this one big song

And after the last one may we be closer

Always love to do this again

We could make these first two steps together

And after the song grow closer

If this dance will move time slower

May this be the one song we dance to

We could kiss the first two times in trying

Test if each lip is set for another

And if they do,

Let them last in the moment

And after the last kiss be closer

Always love to do this again

And if the world grows cold I don’t care

Whether the moon slims in darkness my thoughts are tied

And if I even had one last wish,

It would be

That after the last one we may be closer

Always love each other

everything and nothing

What if to be is to not be what you do not want to be? What if to have all is not to have anything that is not all you do not want to have? And what if everything is nothing that means everything to you? And what if meaning is stripping naked everything that means something so that it begins to mean nothing to you? What if, now is every moment you have ever lived and tomorrow is all the things you will never have and yet yesterday was everything you wished you could have had?

the world was a box before Galileo suggested it is round. as price for such, `foolishness` he was sentenced for life. another mystery in science unveiled before the eyes of many when in the eyes of Newton, there was really a reason why the apple fell down and did not fall upwards, `as if there was a question about that. anyway, the results are the endless lessons about gravity and all the laws that are Newtonian. 

it has been the question of the big bang, and how it happenened. the scientists as they like to call themselves `another name for fools` (which i may explain or not) but seek no apology believed in such a phenomenom. and then the question arose, why was there a big bang?, why did it bang in the first place?. not to bore you, several theories have emerged in different names, `string theory`, `parrarell universes` among others. but still there is the question we cannot answer is how these things became.

the christians and me, believe in a God who is the ultimate designer of the universe. with His word, He said and things were. the eatheist will burden us with another question, Who created god?, to which we have an answer. We believe in an uncreated God. in fact, our wisdom, is foolishness to him. simply i may have answered several questions with this, or at the least raised more in a brilliant mind.

now the brillian mind. is it by knowing all things in understanding that we birth wisdom, or in knowing how to?. or is it not to know a thing at all an not to care.

what if we realize one fundamental thing in life. that it is a moment, or perhaps not. that it is in the now, or not in the yesterday. that it is a memory or a dream. that it is everything that we have and do not. that it is all the things we are and are not.

and that life is now, the moment that all design in the universe has conspired to make, the moment where all things have converged to be. that life is nothing but what we are now, not yesterday not tomorrow. that is is everything we have and nothing at all....it is fleeting, like everything and nothing.

behing glory eyes

the essence of the world
primes and horizons
they are written in the white behind glory eyes

don't be blinded by inglorious sights
let the white shine