Monday 30 July 2012

Bad mannered Ugandans!


I have come to the conclusion that Ugandans are just badly behaved people. We just have bad manners. This can be seen if one spent a few minutes studying Ugandan society and their behaviour. Why is it that we must always seize every opportunity to behave badly? Look at our politicians, social leaders, justice system, business men and other various sectors of society? What went wrong with us that we must just act badly in every single situation? And what’s worse we glorify this behaviour and are shocked when someone goes out of their way to do something nice and to simply do the right thing! Do not get me wrong, I am no saint and this is no rant. In a bid to understand human nature, and as such further understanding about one’ self one must study and analyze one’s society, surroundings, behaviour and the factors that lead to every situation. I realise that “bad manners” could seem as a childish and non classy way of describing the situation but I am at wits end. I look at what’s happening and I just go...”those are just bad manners! Nothing more, nothing less!”

When the policeman stops you and you both exchange that little conversation, what I call the Bribe  jazz, what is the first thing that pops into your mind? Do you pray that he lets you off the hook? Or do you start mentally counting the money in your wallet to see how much is enough to let you off the hook for an offence that you may have or may haven’t committed? Corruption in itself is a disease that has penetrated Ugandan society that it has become a way of life. When our politicians and various people in public office misuse Government funds, we feign surprise. But if we are honest with ourselves, we really aren’t surprised! Those “bad manners” of using Government coffers as one’s personal bank, those “bad manners” of using money meant to develop your country to build yourself a luxurious house, those bad manners of putting your personal need above the need of many, of misusing an office that you were meant to uphold...bad manners!! And it doesn’t stop at corruption, oh no! Everyone has been in a taxi and someone picks up their phone and blatantly lies about their location! Or you are still at home dressing but you have convinced your friend that’s waiting for you that you are somewhere in the crowd...complete with asking them to raise their hands...ati you can’t see them! Time keeping...it has reached a point where we actually refer to poor timekeeping as keeping “Ugandan time!” Really?!?  "Ugandan time?!!Bad manners I tell you!

All these are just a few examples of how terrible manners have permeated our society. We grimace when someone sneezes in public without covering their nose and then turn around and hand the Policeman, kitu kidogo to look the other way?! Is there a difference in these situations?! Our moral compasses have become so skewed that we can no longer differentiate between what is right and wrong. We have assigned a measure to how wrong some situations are and yet we completely overlook the fact that it is still wrong. And it is getting worse by the day with Ugandans. I believe we need to re-examine our behaviour because we cannot claim we are under developed as a country and yet we allow even the small things to slide. All these small acts of bad manners build up into one ugly creature. We should not allow ourselves to be defined by such acts. Ati Ugandan time...we shouldn’t allow our pride as Ugandans to be damaged that way! It starts at the grass root. Teach the little ones what is right and wrong. Don’t act a certain way infront of them. Are you being a hypocrite by doing this, perhaps? The line is rather blurred there. But what you are doing is weeding out the generation of bad mannered people. What you are doing is creating a generation of people who actually look above individual interests and make decisions based on intelligence! Again, this is not a rant...

Just musing...!

A Force of Nature


Two way street. People going one way and others going another. Makes much more sense than you may think. In life you have to choose a lane. You can;t have one foot in a certain camp and the other foot in the other camp. Gotta choose a lane. And its not easy, that's for certain. We all want to be able to have the best of both worlds. Doesn't matter what we have to lose as long as we can get the perks of having our hand in several baskets. And this just causes so much chaos. Both externally and internally. Sooner or later you'll be asked to choose, your loyalty will be tested, you will have to choose a side to fight on. And what we often don't understand is that indecision is a decision. They say right or wrong, left or right, choose a side. And we have people deciding not to make a decision. Leaving both sides in the air waiting...and that waiting causes both sides to leave you and move on because unlike a tornado you are not a force of nature. The world will move on without you...we are simply that, a speck in the eye of the tornado....

Unless...


Unless we choose a lane. Hear me out, indecision does not bode well for ether side. You could leave people hanging and leave them always second guessing your every word and over thinking every single situation. Choose a lane. Say yes or no. Say right or wrong. Indecision is the child of self indiscipline and that just divulges a symptom of something deeper and incredibly wrong with human nature...but that's for another time! Choose a lane.

And when you do...

Be a force of nature with that decision. Run with it. Create havoc with your one mindedness. The good thing about being hard headed is that you will never have the displeasure of sitting on the fence. Be the force of nature that runs so hard, so fast with a decision that you've made. Show conviction to your chosen cause and you will find that your life is so much easier.

What happens when a car going at 200km/ph leaves its lane and goes head on with oncoming traffic? That's right..."Eh eh..ana accident!!" You will derail others and, slightly touch others that send them into a tailspin, others will bash others trying to dodge you and even if you eventually get back onto your lane, you will have left an unimaginable amount of carnage behind you.



I know you're getting tired with the cars analogy but choose a lane and you'll find that your life is so much easier in every single aspect. Run like a force of nature with your decisions, and you'll find that silence after a storm where you do not second guess yourself or look back at the damage you caused by your indecision.

Just musing.

Can one write about not being able to write?


When your mind is blank but still you feel the need to put pen to paper, or as it is these days, fingers to keyboard and start tapping away, do you still write? Woody Allen said, “I write better when I have something to say.” And it’s not that I have nothing to say or to comment on. It’s not that my life has achieved perfect balance that I am now in Nirvana with balance being my state. No, far from that. But the lethargy...good God the lethargy!

Words run around my mind, touching each other, connecting, and disappearing. These thoughts are so fast that I can’t catch up. These thoughts come together to give me hope of being able to put down a coherent and inspiring piece of well strewn words that reach deep into the mind of one and drag out your sleeping conscience and wake it up to analyze, decipher and understand the fabric by which this world is made and be blinded by the sheer genius of the creator in intelligent design manifestation...... But no such gift has yet manifested itself in my writing. It is not for lack of time, nor space, nor capability. It is not for lack of material, creativity, or originality. Perhaps one could say that one is tired.

Overwhelming scenarios of situations so deep and so beautiful that you cannot do it justice with words and you are left with the beauty so engraved in your mind that you try and stop...try and stop. You give up trying to explain how something so profound has affected you, at how a simple object made so much sense to you that you can’t out it into words. The beauty of the world leaves you wordless and completely astounded. It could be that. Or it could be the depraved nature of man that shocks you into naught, where words aren’t harsh enough to explain...to show the rest of the world your frustration at inhumane acts...can one not be able to write because of the profoundness or deepness of a situation, or because of the ugliness of the said situation?

We find that one finds situations of diverse polarities so distant from each other but so intense in their being that cannot have words put to describe them. With all these thoughts running around your head, you find that the thought has disappeared. You no longer understand it. You no longer feel it. It has touched you and left a mark, a notch on the life tree that defines what you hold dear, a mark of sorts that you can feel, touch but can’t describe. And if you can’t describe it, then was it so profound that it did not leave the clichéd lasting impression on your soul?

So much runs through, so little gets through.
So many feelings, so little felt.
Too many words, no words at all.