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...