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Amagi: Return to the Mother posted on October 9, 2010 - 3:55pm
 
...moving on or life in cartoon motion... posted on February 2, 2010 - 4:54pm
I think I will forever be engaged in the pursuit of a better me. Even when this life is done, wherever it is that my spirit and soul will venture, I believe that I will always be searching for answers. There are so many questions, so many things we do not know for sure; our totality of knowledge is woefully incomplete to appease such a soul as mine. I am therefore not content to bind my definition of life to only this existence. I will dream fondly of what was, expectantly of what is and hopefully of what can be. I will create my world as best as I can, I will allow only those external influences that I wish, I will influence that which I can to the best of my ability. I will approach life with one guiding principle;
Metamorphosis posted on January 30, 2010 - 9:47pm
I like to think of myself as having a highly developed sense of morality; I believe that the only person I have power over is myself. Of late I find myself battling with questions of morality, truth, liberty, justice and peace as well as metaphysical questions of being. I struggle to understand why certain things happen as they do what they mean in the grand scheme of things and if I have the power to change anything. I like to call this process "reinventing myself" and it involves an analysis of life as I perceive it, that which is written and speculation as regards a future sense of fulfilment. I have done this twice before in my life; first, I lost religion and then the romantic fantasy that is always shattered by unrequited love. This is my third attempt to make sense of life as I know it and the world I live in with more than six billion other people. I do not know if I will survive or if I want to. I begin to suspect that reality does indeed bite.
My Inspiration or Rock N Roll Will Never Die! posted on September 16, 2009 - 7:19pm
Brenda's birthday is in two days time. On Friday it will be the 18th of September and I will celebrate her life. I have been feeling sad for a while now; I guess it's bound to be more pronounced at this time of the year. I was telling my good friend Martin that I think I will always be sad, I believe I must make a conscious effort to be happy at all times, that happiness is not my natural state. I ask myself why I believe this to be so and I always come to the realisation that she was the best thing that ever happened to me. My life does not make sense without her, if I decided to move on, I would be nothing but shadow. Knowing and loving her has brought me to a realisation of some of the grandest things in life. It has awoken in me an intense love for mankind and a burning desire for peace. It is a shame really, it is a shame that I could not be this person when she was here, I know in my heart of hearts that we could have been perfect together.
Of Dream’s Elder Sister posted on September 3, 2009 - 2:08pm
There is a little known graphic novel called "The Sandman" by Neil Gaiman that will always speak to me. Within its pages lies the entire history of mankind and perhaps its future. The protagonist of this classic piece of literature is "Dream" who is the ruler of the realm of dreams. He is one of "The Endless", a family of seven beings who rule the realms of human emotion and experience. I will always be fascinated by Dream's elder sister Death and Neil Gaiman's presentation of a phenomenon that has shaped human lives throughout the ages. Death is a very big part of life for without one the other would have no meaning just like God and the Devil. Gaiman presents death not as the life sucking grim reaper of many a horror movie but rather as a gateway or guide to the beyond.
My Education posted on August 27, 2009 - 9:51pm
I spent the better part of my Primary school years in Buganda Road Primary School. One day, I think it was in Primary five, I came home from school beaming. The term had ended and I was carrying my report card. It was designed in such a way that all the pupils' names were printed in tabular format from the first to the last along with the corresponding scores in the different subjects. Each student received a copy with his or her name underlined in red and the teachers' remarks could be found on the last page along with those of the headmaster. I was beaming because I had come second in the class, beaten only by one girl, Ingabire Rita. "Why does this girl always beat you?" my mother would ask and I would always give some feeble excuse. Frankly I never really cared much about it; I was always in the top five or thereabouts with little effort on my part.
Loving Brenda posted on July 24, 2009 - 6:57pm
In retrospect, you can always tell the moments that changed your life forever. I remember one English lesson in Primary three, the teacher asked for the opposite of the word "bright". I knew the answer, I knew it was spelled "dull" but I did not know it was pronounced "dall". Somehow the rest of the class seemed to be ignorant of the answer. This was my moment to shine. I was fresh from the village and I wanted to show these city dwellers that I was a clever boy. The class was quiet; the teacher looked around with expectation, a single hand slowly reached up seeking attention. "Yes, Raymond, what is the opposite of bright?""The opposite of bright is dull", I said with all emphasis on the u. "That is correct, but it is pronounced "dall", class repeat after me, dull"
Losing My Religion posted on July 3, 2009 - 1:56pm
There is a small village in the southwest of Uganda called Nyakijumba, near the town of Kabale. I was born there and spent the first eight years of my life calling it home. I was baptized in the catholic faith, the religion of my father. One of my earliest childhood memories is one of waking up early one morning and finding that my mother had left for morning prayers without me. My mother was part of a group of women who met once a week for a prayer meeting. I had been to a couple of these with her and I quite liked them. The meetings were always in the wee hours of the morning and lasted about two hours. They began with the actual prayers which lasted an hour and the remainder of the time was spent comparing notes on pertinent issues and the latest gossip.