Talk

Talk II 31 Jan 2018

Talk

Proverbs Eighteen, verse twenty one, from the Amplified Bible says “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, And those who love it and indulge it will eat its fruit and bear the consequences of their words.”
I am learning to consciously appreciate talk for everything it represents. Talk is defined; speak in order to give information or express ideas or feelings; converse or communicate by spoken words
People die because of something said. Tongues can be weapons of mass destruction, launching holocausts and wars. Tongues can also be the death of marriages, families, friendships, churches, careers, hopes, understanding, reputations, missionary efforts, and governments.

People also live because of something said. The tongue can be a ‘tree of life’ as seen in Proverbs Fifteen verse four. Tongues reconcile peoples and make peace. Blessed are the peacemakers; as seen in Matthew Five verse Nine. Tongues can make marriages sweet, families strong, and churches healthy. Tongues can give hope to the despairing, advance understanding, and spread the gospel.

So, do tell, what will come out of your mouth today, death or life? ‘Sword thrusts’ or healing, as seen in Proverbs Twelve verse Eighteen.
Unless the wronged party expresses their dissatisfaction in how they have been treated, will the offending party realize their ‘faux pas’.
The beloved one sulking all day, does little to communicate, to the loved one, that this loud silence and sour countenance have need for dialogue for the beloved’s mood to then be transformed into a bright smile and light heart, detailing the loved one’s role in the restorative process.
The Golden Rule , otherwise known as the ethic of reciprocity, which means we believe that people should endeavor to treat each other as they would like to be treated themselves, with tolerance, compassion and consideration.

Some versions of the Golden Rule are;
Bahai faith: Ascribe not to any soul that which thou wouldst not have ascribed to thee, and say not that which thou doest not.” “Blessed is he who preferreth his brother before himself. Baha’u’llah
Buddhism: …a state that is not pleasing or delightful to me, how could I inflict that upon another? Samyutta NIkaya v. 353
Christianity: Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets. Matthew Seven verse Twelve King James Version.
Confucianism: What I do not wish men to do to me, I also wish not to do to men. Analects 15:23
Islam: None of you [truly] believes until he wishes for his brother what he wishes for himself. Number 13 of Imam “Al-Nawawi’s Forty Hadiths.” 3
Judaism: What is hateful to you, do not to your fellow man. This is the law: all the rest is commentary.” Talmud, Shabbat 31a.

Let’s test this theory. If you found yourself on the receiving end of criticism, comparison and complaining, would you have the presence of mind, in the moment, to respond in a way that feeds the Golden Rule dictates? Share your thoughts on the subject with me in the comments section, won’t you?

Different people, religious schools of thought, societies, cultures and tribes, if you will, have their own interpretation of the Golden Rule. In Buganda there is a saying ‘Yagaliza munno nga gwe bweweyagaliza’ which when translated loosely, means, ‘Desire for the next person, what you’d desire yourself.’

When I was younger, I remember one of my siblings being unusually quiet, and had a poor appetite for most of Mother’s cooking. In an effort to get her child to bulk up and take mealtime seriously, she invited one of our cousins to the house for a meal. This cousin had no qualms with food. You can imagine the scene unfolding. Mother plated up for them on the same wide plate, a delectable layout of pilau rice with green peas and some beef. Cousin dearest ate steadily, crossing from their end of the plate and into my quiet sibling’s corner. The trick worked. My quiet, poor appetite sibling soon realized that they would come away from this meal hungry unless they spoke up. If they did not talk, nothing was stopping this hoover machine of a plate mate. And true to form, they let out a shrill yelp, “Mommy, this boy is eating all the food??!” I don’t remember how that played out, but thankfully this sibling has since developed a healthy appreciation for meal times, complete with the form that comes with it.

Another time, Mother dearest threw me a birthday party when during the celebrations, I had the urge to communicate something to her. Given how good a hostess she is, she was busy hosting, I couldn’t get a word in sideways. My young mind reasoned, if I can get to high enough ground, maybe then will I be able to get her attention. I found the closest high stool, climbed up onto it, and when Mother was within reach of my short hands, I distinctly remember grabbing a hold of her chin and blurting out, “Mommy?! I’m talking to you!” I have since come to learn not to be so ‘in-your-face’ with my need to express myself, it is an on-going lesson.

So, taking into consideration, the various presentations in the form of situations that you might find yourself in, whether it is an inconsiderate road user that you are met with, or an unkind stranger taking out their frustration on you, or the service provider who does not value you as a customer, take a moment to talk things through. Empathise with them, and work towards an amicable solution and for the sake of peace prevailing.

Since we are held responsible for every word we speak, I think we had better listen very carefully to what we are saying, not just to our brethren, but also to ourselves. Notice what Jesus said: “But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment. For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned”(Mt.12:36-37). Let us look at the words, justified and condemned a little more closely. By being Justified — we are being freed from all blame, we are without guilt and we are shown or proven to be right. Condemned means — to be pronounced unfit for use, guilty. By our own words we can be free from blame and without guilt, or we can pronounce ourselves guilty and unfit for the use of God. If it is the Word of God — it is Life, it is freedom. If it is ourselves speaking — it is death, and words of death will destroy, kill everyone that hears us; and not only they who hear us, but ourselves as well. Proverbs 18:21 says, “Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.”
Lastly James 3: 5-6 has some sound advice.
He warns that the size of the tongue is no measure of the power it wields. Just as the tiniest of sparks can ignite a great forest fire, the smallest of words, unwisely spoken, can cause immeasurable harm.

Uncontrolled and untamed, without interference, a fire can spread to leave absolutely nothing untouched, unscorched, and unaffected. It is startling to think that fire, of itself, could erase all life from the earth! Were it to burn and spread unaffected by rain, wind, or the efforts of man, it could conceivably cover the earth and burn all life and all oxygen from our world.

Anyone who has witnessed a forest fire and seen flames leap from one treetop to another can grasp the traveling power of fire. James wants us to capture this graphic vision of the potential destruction our words perpetuated in sin can achieve. The iniquity created and perpetuated by words can spread to the ultimate of all damages: death. Solomon writes, “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit” (Proverbs 18:21). Does man have any other ability that can cause such a degree of devastation?
I leave that to you.

#HI2018
#secondofmany
#easydoesit

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Guard Your Heart

Guard Your Heart II

Guard Your Heart.
Proverbs Four, verse Twenty Three, from the Amplified Bible, says Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life.
Why is this important, you might inquire.
This is necessary for at least three reasons:

  1. Because your heart is extremely valuable. We don’t guard worthless things. I take my garbage to the street every Wednesday night. It is picked up on Thursday morning. It sits on the sidewalk all night, completely unguarded. Why? Because it is worthless.

Not so with your heart. It is the essence of who you are. It is your authentic self—the core of your being. It is where all your dreams, your desires, and your passions live. It is that part of you that connects with God and other people.

Just like your physical body, if your heart—your spiritual heart—dies, your leadership dies. This is why Solomon says, “Above all else.” He doesn’t say, “If you get around to it” or “It would be nice if.” No, he says, make it your top priority.

  1. Because your heart is the source of everything you do. King Solomon says it is the “wellspring of life.” In other words, it is the source of everything else in your life. Your heart overflows into thoughts, words, and actions.

Uganda has an intricate collection of lakes, springs, rivers, rivulets, and water tributaries feeding different parts of the country, thus the tag line ‘Gifted By Nature’.

If you plug a spring, you stop the flow of water. If you poison the water, the flow becomes toxic. In either situation, you threaten life downstream. Everything depends on the condition of the spring.

Likewise, if your heart is unhealthy, it has an impact on everything else. It threatens your family, your friends, your ministry, your career, and, indeed, your legacy. It is, therefore, imperative that you guard it.

  1. Because your heart is under constant attack. When Solomon says to guard your heart, he implies that you are living in a combat zone—one in which there are casualties.

Many of us are oblivious to the reality of this war. We have an enemy who is bent on our destruction. He not only opposes God, but he opposes everything that is aligned with Him—including us.

In life, we are bound to find ourselves in situations that require a presence of mind. So much so that when faced with aggression or grief, we shall consciously choose to respond in a way that extends the other person grace. I am being taught, in moments of quiet solitude, that most times, all we are required to do, is rest in the truth that is His Word.

Trusting in Him with all your heart, and leaning not on your own understanding, acknowledging Him in all your ways, that He shall direct your paths, is such a cliché. Look around you, how many people can you read, that are in one anxious state or another, on account of money? Don’t be quick to judge anyone. Take a moment, breathe the space in, and slowly, almost methodically, pick out one or two signs around you, hat show the presence of anxiety, attributing it to money or the lack of it thereof. Share it with me in the comments section at the end of this blog, won’t you? Thank you.

I am learning to entrust Him with my doubts about myself and those around me, asking under my breath, that He’ll speak to me in a language that only I understand, do you see my need for His ability to call me by name, and that I may hear His voice and respond to Him, like the true Shepherd that he is to me. A moment-to-moment encounter of His presence is becoming my biggest desire of Him.

It is no longer enough for me to hear about Him through other peoples’ encounters with Him. I want to believe. Not because someone saw into the future and saw me, but because He is all knowing, and has loved us enough, individually, to take our place on the cross, was killed, died and was buried, and on the third day He rose again.

Permit me to share moments from the days this passed week.
The African Union marked it’s thirtieth, with H. E. President Paul Kagame ascended the echelons of that platform. My thoughts toward this sequence of events has me feeling optimistic, considering the press there is about Rwanda, I am yet to visit that beautiful nation. Have you been? What can you tell me about it? The technology savy cities and the food, mmm, street food? Drop me a line in the comments, won’t you? Thank you. I envision operationally efficient CCtv networks across the transport lines that cross the African Continent. I’m talking about railway grids, water ways, road networks, mention it.
Think about efficient medical drops by drones to far-to-reach areas. And will they still be far to reach, once the transport bottlenecks plaguing the continent have been automated and streamlined? You tell me. Thank you.

The doubts in my head might sound a little like the rhetoric at a taxi parks anywhere in Lang-ata, Or Down Town Kampala, taking place amongst the taxi operators and drivers, and you might not come away as hopeful, a few lines earlier.

On the program this morning, a colleague shared a video clip of a church minister admonishing the worship team for showing up with no bra on. Needless to say, she brought the house down with her take on the matter. The conversation then descended into a chorus about the people wearing the inappropriate wardrobe in spaces that do not warrant the attention that the raiment attract. What do you think, “Does it matter what cover the book bears before you determine that it’s one you want to read?” Feel free to run with that statement, in the comments below. I would like to read about where that took you.

It will depend on what’s filling your heart. Jesus said, ‘Out of the abundance of the heart [the] mouth speaks’ as taken from Luke Six verse Forty Five. A critical heart produces a critical tongue. A self-righteous heart produces a judgmental tongue. A bitter heart produces an acerbic tongue. An ungrateful heart produces a grumbling tongue.

“The words you speak will all depend on what’s filling your heart.”

But a loving heart produces a gracious tongue. A faithful heart produces a truthful tongue. A peaceful heart produces a reconciling tongue. A trusting heart produces an encouraging tongue.

So fill your heart with grace by soaking in your Bible. Soak in Matthew 5, or Romans 12, or 1 Corinthians 13, or Philippians 2. And be very careful taking in the words of death in the newspaper, the radio, the TV, or the blog.
And pray: ‘Set a guard, O Lords, over my mouth; keep watch over the door of my lips!’ as seen in Psalm One hundred and Forty One verse Three.

In conclusion, today, make your mouth a ‘fountain of life’. Be ‘slow to speak’ in general. Encourage more than you critique. Seek opportunities to speak kind, tenderhearted words. Say something affectionate to the loved ones at different times. Seek to only speak words that are ‘good for building up,’ that ‘give grace to those who hear.’

Be a person whose mouth is full of life.
#HI2018
#firstofmany
#easydoesit

Subconsciously I have come to learn a thing or two about myself.

Celine Dion’s ‘Don’t Let Me Be The Last To Know’ plays soothingly in the background that is the headphones that adorn my head. And I can’t help but draw some parallels in the way I have handled some jobs, men, friends, girlfriends, and milestone challenges that needed me to make a firm yet grounded decision about whether to pursue or let live.

Usually that gnawing fear of the unknown outcome, should I choose one way, plagues my mind, and rocks the core of my being. The proverbial cold sweats kick in, and for the life of me, I have folded and walked away from all the above, although in no particular order.
The thing about 2015 is, no more miss goodie two shoes.
I want more. I refuse to make any apologies for what it is that I want.
I will fight for my peace of mind.

I am living like everything depends on me, primarily because the reality of it all is finally sinking in.
I move into my new home this week, and can see my first few months spent on the floor, with my books, a carton of water and crackers until I am able to do more with this new found personal space.

Live. Love Lead.
Till next time,

Easy does it  🙂

Just when I thought I had it all in my stride…

I saw my ex at this new joint in town, with his madame…I wanted to leave as soon as I got there,but my girl convinced me otherwise. After one drink, I saw them leave, which kinda relaxed my urge to leave the party. I held it together until today, I’m in traffic, and it occurs to me that he’s moved on,and I’m still thinking…hurting…I broke down, tried to keep from ramming into the vehicle ahead of me as i had to repeatedly wipe the salty drizzle from my eyes…
And I don’t want to hear about, ‘time will healall wounds’ I know that for crying out loud!
I just need to find my happiness again, i need to occupy my thoughts and memory with something a lot more profound. A part of me wants to hate him, with the hope that I will feel better…I can’t do it. I know I’ve moved on, I just need to find my spring…I want to laugh again, beam with pleasure from anothers’ compliments to me, time spent with me.
And I need my Mother to cut me some slack…I don’t need the constant reminder that I’m single. And no match-making, please. I need the transition to be as natural as possible for me.
Feel free to listen, understand then pour out some words of wisdom.
Till next time, easy doe it

My week’s start…

Another week begins and I’ve got only one of 6 assignments covered. The other 5 are group assignments and the group members are the kind that make up the list, do zilch, and yet expect a free grade.
My work-out gets better by the day. Today’s triple set of 10’s abs crunches have me abuzz, I got to class in time,, listening to Regina Belle off a Walkman while I wait for the lecturer to show up.
Whilst watching tele last night, I learnt about the Freegan lifestyle where some people in New York pick food and furniture from the trash! Don’t be grossed out. These guys go through trash from hotels dumpsters, coffee shops, supermarkets….and the stuff that gets thrown out, like packs of milk a few days from their expiry date 4 days earlier, or  a pack of eggs thrown out because one was cracked…all this makes for loads of food, and these people pay an average of $10 a week on food, how cool is that?!
I’m giving it some thought, however the thought of trying to get you guys on the same thought train might attract reactions such as “Shaaa! Bandaba batya?!”
Till next time, easy does it.

Something Happened At Work This Passed Friday.

My alarm went off at 3:00 hours.
Snooze.
It went off again at 5:00 hours.
I promptly put on my belt, breastplate, boots.
Shield at the ready. Helmet on. And Sword at the hip.

Out the door, I go.
No, there was no chariot to get me to work, so walk, I did.
#MaThree to the center of town, lone driver, no conductor to open the passenger service vehicle (psv) door for the passengers. There was the lone Mama, carrying some drink or other in a worn 5 liter jerrycan, I move to the middle seat between the driver, so as to free up the co-driver’s seat for her. She must’a thought, ‘I won’t be seated that close to the road?!’
“no?!” I seem to hear you think…. leave me a comment, if I’m right 🙂 .
She slides the door open, bundles in, and tries to slide it shut.
Bang! First try…. door is still open.

Bang! Second try…. door still is open.
I’m beginning to think… ‘I can’t seat through another “Bang…door still open!” moment.
My right hand didn’t wait for me the thought, my free hand flew passed my shoulder and ear, door is shut, we are mobile again.

We arrive in Kabalagala, and she disembarks as she hands the driver his 500 shillings transport charge, from Kansanga.
Another two passengers get on, we whiz past the American Embassy in Nsambya, turn left into the general Queen’s Way road intersection, when I disembark.
The money changing business at 5:45 hours is pretty slow. Driver dearest had mentioned earlier, that he had none, so I employ the money-changing services of one bodaboda gentlemen, who covers my fare with the psv.

We step onto the curb, can’t be in the line of ‘sleep-deprived #MaThree #MaTatu #14_Seater drivers, and proceed to agree on a route plan.
‘Pick me up’ from Javas, #Coffe #Mocha #WithCream and a #Cupcake , right opposite the Post Office, and a beeline for the station.

What Happened At Work Today?!

Easy….

The show was great, I will follow this post up with a clip, as soon as you leave me a post saying Post The Clip, no?! Oh well.

Today is Good Friday.

And if it wasn’t for today, what I’m about to share would be of little significance.

Towards the end of the show, I witness, through the window facing the Kampala-Bombo Road, passed the road, and into the gardens, that KCCA had a hand in designing and planting.
I spy with my little eye, someone flogging a tree stump…
That didn’t seat well with me. So I focus my vision on what is it about the tree stump that has this man this infuriated.

That’s when I see a pair of ashen, limp, flailing hands.
Not on my watch, I must have thought to myself.
I casually mention it to my co-hosts that I, was going over, to break it up.

Before I can think through the repercussions of what I’d just done, I was crossing the road.
By this time, the mob of angry people has ebbed away, I’m having to walk a little further than the gardens.
I cross the portion of the intersection nearest to me, break through the ranks of angry mob, and as casually as I’d told my colleagues on the show, I stood over her, shielding her with my frame, ever so temporarily, from the kicks and blows that the mob was raining down on her.

I try to reason with the point men of the mob, ‘Who died and made you judge?!’

In hindsight, that was all the time she needed to …. you’re going to have to wait for it 😉 .

‘What solution are you providing, when you are the same people meting out this injustice?!’

IS SHE REASONING WITH A MOB?!

I am pointed to the other lady, who is drenched in blood. Even before she can come into my full focus, my mind is looking at several possible options. Kill the visual!

Her right nostril is busted, into the right side of the right-most side of her upper lip.
I ask her to put pressure on it, while I lead her, and in tow – her 14 year-old looking daughter, clad in uniform, ever so surely, back to where I work, hoping to find a first aid kit, while I figure out what to do.

It is a public holiday at work, and the rest of the country, so there’s no one in office today, to help me make heads-and-tails of this.
I check back into office, and I’m advised to take her to the clinic. Across the road.
I’m not to keen on having to make the lady walk some more, especially after the cries from her about being dizzy.

I crouch by her chair, which the security guy was kind enough to give up, so she has been seated this whole time I’m trying to figure it out; and gently ask her to muster enough energy to cross the road one more time, promising to get her the help she needed.

This happened close to four hours ago, from the time I’m writing this out.

**The lady who flung the stone, which hit this other lady, had been offended by one of the rowdy drivers at the taxi stage, to the point where she felt, the most logical response to his transgressions, was to be on the receiving end of a pavers’ stone.
Alas, an unsuspecting mother, probably taking her child home from school, for the Easter break, walks right into the line of the projectile, and the damage spoke for itself.

That moment when I stood over her, gave her the window of time she needed to get away from the death-inducing blows of her judges, jury and executioners.
Did she survive it?!

In my heart of hearts, I hope she got away.

Thank you for reading through.

Till next time,
Easy does it 🙂

While I Wait…

#WaitingPurelyChronicles

You ever get into the car and make to go somewhere, only to get to a major intersection and be met with traffic that has You wishing You could drive on shoulders?
No?!
Okay, let’s try again, ever heard the theory that the queue You leave, to join a seemingly faster-moving queue,  is when the one you left, begins to move along quite efficiently well. You guessed it, the queue You joined just ground to a halt!!

Share some similar situations that You may have been through, if You may?

🙂

I think about You, and Your social skills.
Are You kind?
Do you consider others more highly than yourself?
And if I should get hot and bothered, do You have it in You, to let me down gently?

Those are some questions that run through my mind with You running circles around my anticipation of meeting with You.

Until next time,
Easy Does It 🙂