The Beginning

There is so much power in creation. We were created in the wonderful image of God and he shared his wonderful power with us. This power or energy is embedded in us and we can use it to co-create. To harness this power, we need to use powerful processes such as meditation to let it work in us. With this power, we can do just about everything we want to do.

The starting point is always in silence; silence to listen to ourselves, to feel ourselves and to celebrate ourselves. It may sound easy but it is not at all. In an increasingly electronic world, we have lost the capability to celebrate silence and inevitably the ability to be us.

Today, I began a journey to discover and unleash my inner power, energy and strength to enable me condition myself to all situations. You too can!

NEIGHBOURHOOD

Marina's big dream was that one day he would leave Richman's point and go to the big city. He was bored by almost everything around him. He was disturbed by the fact that each day, the sun rose and set from exactly the same angle. With eyes closed he could spell out; without the slightest hesitation the exact coordinates from which it came. Actually, he was used to life here just as he was used to this place.

T-junction was your true definition of urban. Every letter, every syllable. Tainted with dark alleys and flowing with crisp dirty scum; one needed not to ask whether they were in a ghetto.

A gross looking lad came running down the street, pursued by a string of errant rogues. Definitely he had snatched a wallet. He turned the corner just as fast and disappeared along the great sewage galley down the knackers. Finally, safe and sure, the train of angry followers halted, looked around to make sure there was no else in pursuit.

Marina sat down at the edge of an unfinished road reserve cliff and let out the steam of weariness. He panted like an over-worked bitch and in fact let out spasms of sounds one would mistake for hound sounds. The rest surrounded him like faithful Catholics ready to partake of the holy Eucharist.  Like your typical priest, he took his time; fully aware of his importance. He finally held out his hand and shouted "Water!" The smallest in the lot, typically a junior rushed across the street; picked up an old Rwenzori bottle and blew air into it. He then dashed to the wide water galley and bent down to get some water. He did this so fast. One could tell he didn't want to miss out on whatever it was that made Marina so important. Clad with his bottle, the holy priest took a quick look at the brownish substitute for water that was in the bottle, poured a pint on the ground (as if to please the gods) and then poured it down his gut.

Kiina was the street dog. No one wanted to mess with her. The closest they ever got was to talk about her behind her back; exactly what Patu and Mama Mboona were doing right now. In hushed tones, Mama Mboona seemed to be intimating to Patu about Kiina who at this point happened to be walking down T-junction. She was dressed in a loose transparent nightie and a pair of hot pink sandals. Her hair was wild and unkempt.  From her location, one needed not guess that she had not slept for days. She walked in a drunken stupor and dragged her feet as though they were clubs of half dry timber.

From across the road, Marina whistled for the passing Kiina. He was still surrounded by his school of faithful. The rest made way for the approaching queen who straight on went and sat on Marina's lap. Finally it was just about time that Marina dispersed the congregation. He opened the purse and carefully poured out its contents unto Kiina's lap. The rest looked on with watery eyes, as if in an act of worship. There was a bundle of notes; legal tender, the chief picked it up and the rest automatically formed into a line. One by one, he gave each their share. When it was the young one's turn, Marina paused and looked up "You almost got us caught with your sloppy conduct!" The look in his eyes could tell the story of disappointment and fear that now gripped him. For nearly five loots, he had been missing out on the share.

 "Not again" he silently prayed.

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2013 and Beyond

Often time we begin new years with new resolutions; some are actually crazy! "I want to become the president of Uganda this year" and you well know Uganda's elections are in 2016. Probably you want to set up a coup but I wonder where you will find the "bushes" for we seem to be on a spree to rip them all away from our maps.

As I discussed with the fellow young people at WRITING OUR WORLD today, I realized that we need to do much more to achieve what we set out to do. Many a times we get discouraged because we once dreamed and our aspirations came to naught; we therefore despair and swear never to dream again, never to set targets and never to even have the simplest order in our lives. We therefore cast our lives to chance and let whatever comes our way come.

This year, I want to encourage you to test yourself. Dare to DREAM. To dream is to close your eyes and see yourself in that exact position you want yourself in months from today. Tell you what I see when I close my eyes? I see a white Super Custom van branded in Writing Our World colours, I see myself in Hamburg in May attending the 10 week D&F Academy fellowship, I see myself finishing school and embarking on my career, I see Writing Our World growing into a professional young peoples' NGO....I see lots of things when I close my eyes. Now, I know that some of these dreams may not be achieved in the time scale that I will; but it gives me the purpose to live each day, to work each day for I know where I want to be. It is said that if you do not know where you are going, then, any road you take will lead you there.

I am wishing you all a splendid 2013 following nothing but your dreams. We all have it in us to be what we want to be. We just have to work hard at it, just like I am doing to revive my blog. It doesn't matter how many times I fail, I will keep getting myself up and trying again.

Blog Troubles

So I had forgotten the name of my blog or even how to sign in. I have never felt so stupid in my life. I mean, how on earth would I forget that? It was like forgetting your mother's name.


Unforgivable

But then, probably it has something to do with me and blogging. I have never actually gotten used to the idea or am too busy to concentrate. I can't tell which. And there are many such things in life that are so simple and vital and yet we find hard to do. There is magic when you walk up to someone early in the morning then beaming, you bellow out an excited "GOODMORNING" I recently did that at Nsambya Hospital, a place I spent almost an entire week awaiting to see my niece, thanks to the sleepless night of Emeru Ronald. I remember each time I woke up, or should I say decided to call the night off for there was no real sleep, we had to keep awake watching over the delicate duo, I would head straight for the gate where I by-passed the guard-men and greeted them with a multimillion smile. Somehow, they were always taken back. It was like they couldn't believe someone was hence happy early in the morning in a hospital!!!! And it did work miracles, visiting or no visiting hours, I was always let passed the security with a mere wave of the hand.

Amusing

But life is after all about making promises and renewing them for nothing in our human nature enables us to stick our guns on a particular conviction. We know especially of politicians who vehemently opposed the government but when buttered bread was extended to them, they dashed for it; swallowing their bitter words. Oh and that reminds me of Senior Counsel Kyazze Joseph my lecturer for Civil Procedure. The other day he told us of an escapade before Court when he appeared before a judge and made a controversial position to the dismay of the opposing counsel. The judge felt that it was unfair but because counsel explained it so well, he was forced to adopt that point of law. Now if you are a lawyer, you ought to know that today you may be on one side of the law as a defendant and tomorrow on another side as a plaintiff. That day came so soon for Counsel Kyazze and he was before the same judge with a precedent he set faced against him, the judge, evidently happy that a man's past had caught up with him put counsel to test by telling him that it was on record before the court that he had established the current position. But take a man to his wits, Kyazze was unrelenting in his creativity, he told the honourable judge that "Yes my Lord, I do not deny that I established such a position formerly, however, that was my position then. Today I stand before you with a different position. I know of no law that forbids change of opinion" Needless to say the judge was beaten by the man's intellect. But that is how life is. I promised to be more serious on this blog, I may have faltered but here I am today....Blogging.

Life's lessons.

And now, since I have nothing to write about, allow me to pen off until a date when I get a sufficient topic to write on. Until then, I remain me.

CONVERSATIONS WITH GEORGE

How do I start?
From what point should I commence?
Well, May be I should start by smiling
For all your life, smile is all you did
Like the bright shining star
You always glowed with joy and happiness
In times bad and Good

George Buyinza
Dearest Angzo...
I remember the times during "survival"
Madly chasing after the ball
Dribbling past and round the monumental defenders
And laughing afterwards
If only you dribbled a little less
We kept on saying...
You remember we always argued you
To go back to hockey
For you were a super star there
And so dramatically you inspired the game
And If you do not know by now
SMACK were national champions brother,
You surely saw ahead!!!

And the times past
Just like water flowing downstream
Washing clean the stone cold rocks
And taking life wherever it goes...
Then did I hear,
With profound shock
 "Angzo has cancer and his leg has been cut off"
What? NOOOOOOO
I just could not mouth it
Visions of you on the playing ground kept going through my mind
I knew how badly you loved sports
And how good you were at it
And my heart melted, I could not even face you to sympathise
I simply had no words
But then...
May 2, 2011
George Buyinza: Ronald
Ronald Ssegujja Ssekandi: George
George Buyinza: How are you?
Ronald Ssegujja Ssekandi: Am gud my main man....rather ashamed though
George Buyinza: Ashamed of what?
Ronald Ssegujja Ssekandi: man i had about yr accident but till now i have been promising myself i would come to see u. Hope ur copying anyway
George Buyinza: Oh i recovered from surgery long ago, and in my positive attitude, i can only acknowledge God who has given me strength
Ronald Ssegujja Ssekandi: Amen my man....He has gud plans 4u.....glad to knw that...
George Buyinza: The fact that i am a cancer patient is still a surprise to me, currently, i go to mulago cancer institute for chemotherapy
Ronald Ssegujja Ssekandi: but i hope there is no risk ever of it spreading ever again....
George Buyinza: That is also my prayer, that it wont show up again anywhere. I also pray none of my friends ever goes through this thing called cancer, it is terrible
Ronald Ssegujja Ssekandi : i know my bro....hv read expansively on the topic. are u back in skul?
George Buyinza: Asked for a dead year to enable me finish chemo and get an artificial
Ronald Ssegujja Ssekandi: ok my bro....for sure u willl pull thru...but u will miss the sports tho
George Buyinza: Yes, i miss sports too much, but i still have the pleasure of their enjoyment during my dreams, these days i really cherish my dreams
Ronald Ssegujja Ssekandi: hahaha i knw...its more perfect in dreams. u shd even switch to MAN U for more pleasure...lol
George Buyinza: Speakin of man u i was so happy yesterday
Ronald Ssegujja Ssekandi: hahaha u sadists....ur even chasing nothing
George Buyinza: No i am not arsenal or chelsea, am just a neutral who delights in seeing the title race being pushed to its furthest
Ronald Ssegujja Ssekandi: ur an Arsenal fan u man
George Buyinza: My true club is villa real
Ronald Ssegujja Ssekandi: wen did u change opinion?
George Buyinza: Not so long ago
Ronald Ssegujja Ssekandi: its the human thing to do
George Buyinza: Ha ha
Ronald Ssegujja Ssekandi: Try starving yr family for 6yrs and see if u will have even rats in yr house
George Buyinza: Hmmm
Oh dear old friend
Your courage was simply unbelievable
You faith was unchallengeable
For while deep in mind I questioned God
"How could you let that happen to him"
You gave your life to Him
And accepted him to be your personal saviour
You thanked him every step of the way
For the little successes after every painful session of chemotherapy
And asked him for the strength to go through the next
Now that power, that saintly perseverance
It gave us strength
It challenged us to live
To appreciate life
And to fight along with you
Your dad watched...
We watched...
Our hearts sank...
You smiled...
Assuring us that all would be well
It would all pass

But then he called you...
Just when we expected that it was almost over
Just when we anticipated your safe return
Just when the weekend before
Out of hospital
You had your happiest moments
Just when...
Just then...
Your bright light dwindled to nothingness

I would love to cry
Maybe curse God
I would want him to explain to me why
Why he had to take us through all this pain
But then...
But then I remember your smiling face...
I remember your courageous words...
I remember that you gave your life to him...
That you submitted your will to his...
That even through all the tough time, you were happy
I remember all that
And EVERYTHING STOPS THERE

Because Mandela was in prison for 27 years...
South Africans and the entire world nurtured hope to build their land
Because Martin Luther King died for a cause...
There is hope for equality in America
Because You braved through life dearest GEORGE, Angzooooooo
We shall value ours and do good always
FARE THEE WELL...
REST IN PEACE BRO...

PLAYING WITH MY PEN

Today, I got a niche to write. It has been so strong that I found myself unable to resist the urge. My only problem has  been that I cannot find a topic to write about. And if you are writer, then you know it is useless to pick up a pen and write, write what you don't have!!!
Well, probably I am doing this because my mind has wandered on many topics as options to write about. I wanted to write about love, and of how people are changed by love. I thought this was going to be a bit among the usual because the way it seems, everybody writes about love and although each person understands the topic their own way, it's love anyway. I gave up that topic
Well, then came my usual temptation; POLITICS. Today I am actually not in the mood to write about politics. I do not want to torment you with black and white pictures of starving children and colourful pictures of state dinners; the two simply elicit anger when talked about in the same sentence. I do not even want to remember the gruesome sight I watched yesterday night of South African Policemen shooting live fire into panga welding and rioting mine workers; with a lame excuse of self defence. Well unless they have a  Boer meaning different from one in our common sense and even the English dictionary. You see, I get carried away with politics and I have no balls for it today.
I thought about writing about myself. If you have read my works long enough, you will know that I am not the type to write about me. May be I am bored by the idea, after all, I seem to have a full understanding of myself. I wanted to write about how I am passionate about being passionate, how I love to travel although I have traveled less, how I have met amazing people all these years and of the individual feelings I harbour for all. I am already bored even before I finish.
So I sit back and ask myself, what Can I write about so that I have something I can say I have written? And before I answer myself, I realise I already have it. You just read it. I love being a writer!!!!!!!!!!

Ronald Learns how to Blog

Blogging is an idea I heard of a long time ago... But you know those things you hear about and love but just do not have the balls to do. It was like a numb feeling, My heart wants, but my hand is just frozen, it just can't move!!! And there are lots of such things in life. One of them is my resolve to attend church every Sunday. Boy, I have got those Sunday mornings when I wake up and I just cannot move... I know I want to be some other place but I just cannot.

And then as I walk down Kampala road, I notice this stunishingly and dangerously so hot chic... my body chemistry says I should launch an attack, well, not in the Al-Queda or Al-Shabaab meaning of the word, but attack, like any man would do. But I just can't so I keep staring... until that rough and stressed taxi driver on the busy Kampala streets hoots me back to reality.

How about swallowing medicine? I remember having trouble with typhoid in High School. You know this kind of sickness where they give you tabs so numerous that you get fine but just have to keep swallowing? So I reach that point when I want to swallow, but I just can't!!!

I could go on and on and on...

So what is the trick? Inspiration. And to you that have inspired me to take a step at least, am very grateful. My friend Lloyd Lutara, I believe the "Till We Overdose" series is very unique and fun to read, educational too I must say, my baby sister Rashydah Sarah...Nassanga (even when you rarely use the name) your zeal to learn has inspired me to take it to yet another level. And to my dearest WRITING OUR WORLD and you all comrades with whom we run this "little NGO"...you have been worthwhile company.

I hope this will last...