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...