The escalation of it all…was not something I saw you backing down from.
You are sorely missed.
The escalation of it all…was not something I saw you backing down from.
You are sorely missed.
My alarm went off at 3:00 hours.
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?!
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 🙂
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?
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 🙂
Am I, intentionally becoming the person that I’m looking for, is looking for?
I have listened to #Andy speak about
..and I’ll paraphrase at this point….
“Am I the Person that the Person I’m looking for, Is looking for?”
…fast forward so many years from the time the first draft of this piece, I came across who that might be. Bear with the pre-emble.
Finding a clear and precise definition of masculinity is especially difficult if we turn to the world, rather than to the Bible. Just consider for a moment what we learn about masculinity from our society. It generally doesn’t take long for a boy to encounter an erotic image, explicit story, or grossly inappropriate joke. Even if his parents successfully shield him from inappropriate content on television and online, his friends might pass along what they’ve seen and heard. A boy’s understanding of sexuality is often distorted from an early age, and that distorted view of sex deeply impacts a boy’s view of manhood.
Meanwhile the entertainment industry offers us one flawed depiction of manhood after another, glorifying the womanizing activities of James Bond, the stoic toughness and emotional distance of Jason Bourne, and the obsession for greed, power, and control of Gordon Gekko. As we get older we are sold a bill of goods by drug companies who suggest that if we have male performance dysfunctions, we have “lost” our masculinity and need a cure to gain it back.
How do we understand what masculinity is when it appears so convoluted everywhere we look?
We need a better definition of masculinity, and who better to define what masculinity is than the Creator himself. When God created life, he reached down to touch and mold man from the earth. With care and intimacy, he created man in a distinctive way. Ultimately, we learn that God is embedding his own image into man.
The Lord God formed the man of dust from the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living creature. (Genesis 2:7)
In the surrounding verses of Genesis 2, we watch as God defines the purpose of this sole man prior to the creation of woman: the purpose of his work, expanse of his authority, parameters of his obedience, and even the swelling of desire for a wife.
Masculinity finds its definition in God alone — not the world, not culture, not the workplace. Ultimately and completely, masculinity is defined by the God who makes men.
But the plot thickens.
In reading the grand story of God in the Bible, and searching for ideal representations of men among the kings, priests, prophets, warriors, and leaders we meet, we sense that something is never quite right. Sin has damaged the reflection of ideal masculinity. One biblical hero after another is shown to be wounded, broken, flawed, prone to disobedience and even to outright wickedness. And yet within the same men we see small glimpses of masculine glory: undeterred faith, unwavering conviction, humble service and sacrifice. But again only glimpses.
Until God himself breaks into time and space again to give us the model man. His Son, Jesus, is the perfect divine depiction of manhood. He defines true masculinity.
In looking at the life of Jesus, we find countless attributes and commitments that show us how to live as a man faithful to the Father’s call. If you are a man looking for true masculinity, consider whether these nine commitments (among many others) would make a significant impact on your masculinity if actively applied in your role as a leader, employee, husband, father, and son.
[Jesus] said, “Follow me.” But [the man] said, “Lord, let me first go and bury my father.” And Jesus said to him, “Leave the dead to bury their own dead. But as for you, go and proclaim the kingdom of God.” Yet another said, “I will follow you, Lord, but let me first say farewell to those at my home.” Jesus said to him, “No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.” (Luke 9:59–62)
“If anyone comes to me and does not hate his own father and mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, and even his own life, he cannot be my disciple.” (Luke 14:26)
After this many of his disciples turned back and no longer walked with him. So Jesus said to the twelve, “Do you want to go away as well?” Simon Peter answered him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life, and we have believed, and have come to know, that you are the Holy One of God.” (John 6:66–69)
Rising very early in the morning, while it was still dark, [Jesus] departed and went out to a desolate place, and there he prayed. (Mark 1:35)
Jesus said to the Jews who had believed him, “If you abide in my word, you are truly my disciples, and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” (John 8:31–32)
“By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples.” (John 15:8)
“Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:19–20)
“A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.” (John 13:34–35)
Let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near. (Hebrews 10:24–25)
I’ll say this…it is a work in progress…
till next time,
easy does it.
And I am learning what it means to compliment another, without the frills of ‘will they like me?’ to distract from the subject at hand.
As such, I consider working some more, on my preparation, if I hope to make a formidable helper 🙂
Back on the air after a two week break, feels good to be back.
What’s on your mind?
Till next time 😉
Easy does it.
….read for yourself 🙂
My bed is empty but there are plenty of men who’d like to fill it. My pillow and sheets lay cold but there are plenty of men who’d like to warm them. I stand naked preparing for slumber my back aching, but there are plenty of men who wouldn’t mind massaging in scented oil. My arms raised as a black woman, I must tie my hair down, there are plenty of men who would lend me a hand and wrap my hair the best they can.
There are plenty of men who would stand behind me, who would caress me, stroke me, palm my full breast and cause me pleasure again and then once more again. There are plenty of men who would kiss my spine all the way down till they hit my behind, then continue using their tongue to outline every one of my delicate curves.
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2016 all those decisions have been revoked from you, heart dearest.
This is why…
Acts 6:3 sums it up perfectly: “Choose… men… who are known to be full of the Spirit and wisdom.”
Till next time 😉
Easy does it.