Sunday, November 23, 2008

my God, my God, why have i forsaken You? again?

Friday, November 14, 2008

sorry;- but Obama...!

Oops! On 17th September, I vowed – well, promised that I’d post something here every week. I think I just broke that vow/promise. I’m going to attempt to forge an excuse. And the excuse is;- Obama won! Seriously. It’s two weeks later and Ugandans are still celebrating! Here are some of the victory remarks I’ve been hearing over and over.

  • Banange u guys this poverty of Uganda! Let’s pack our things and go to America. Obama has real won and has not yet been assassinated!
  • Eh! Obama real won! Have they changed the name from whitehouse to blackhouse?
  • Woo! Obama! No more long lines at the American Embassy – let’s go and tell them that it is now our office and we want our visas!
  • My boss has not yet paid me. Let me just go to America and live my African dream.
  • Of course I love Kenyan people! They are my brothers and sisters! Tell those guys my brother is the president and they should give me that visa.
  • - Crys: “Eh, Solomon, money is scarce in Uganda, why don’t you become our president?”
    - Solomon: “Ha, By the way I would have helped you broke Ugandans and contested to be your president but since Obama is now already there, he can handle things for us.”
  • 5 years ago, I won an argument with my friends saying America would never have a black president in the next 100 years.
  • I knew one day America would have a black president, but I didn’t think he would be black, as in African.
  • I still want Hillary. This is supposed to be the age for women! But any way its ok, casta (as long as) Obama won.
  • Is it true that Kenya is now an American state?

So the excuse is I’ve spent these weeks laughing my head off and trying to bring people back to reality; haven’t been able to do much else. If u can buy that.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Darn my brother. He abused me. He called me stupid, just because doesn’t want to admit he was the one in the wrong. He’s the one who made the mistake, and just because he’s older, he doesn’t want be found to be imperfect. So now he’s turning it round, telling everyone I’m the stupid one. And just because he’s older, I have to shut up and not answer back and respect him and let him tell everyone how stupid I am. But God, You saw what happened! You know I’m right! You know he’s the one who made the mistake! You know I’m the one who’s right! God You know I’m right! The world knows I’m right! The angry hormones rushing through my blood know I’m right. I just might give him a piece of my mind this time…

Darn that secretary. She undermined me. She refused to give me an appointment because she said I’m underage. I told her my real age and showed her all my qualifications. I was more qualified than the other people. But in one arrogant look at me from head to toe she dismissed me. I am the right person for this job. You know I am God. The world knows I am. My heart, soul and body know I am. The angry hormones racing in my body are going to make me give her an impulsive rude retort…

Darn my uncle. He hurt me. He said I’m too inadequate to be a married woman. He said I’ll never have a happy family because I’m going to do a PHD when I’m not yet married. He said I look old and ugly and no one will want an educated jajja like me. He said by now he would be having 5 more cows but I’m keeping him poor because I spend all my time either at school, work or Church instead of being out there looking for a rich man. But God, I know I know I am not wrong to wait on You. You know I don’t want to do anything out of Your will. I know You know the plans You have for me. I’m right to wait on You. You know I’m right. The world knows I’m right. The bitter hormones racing through my body know I’m right. I always be angry at my uncle and men like him…

Darn myself. How can I be so proud? I look at the Cross again and say darn myself. There I was, guilty of all my sin. And without even asking, You came down and made me worthy to be in Heaven. I was wrong and You made me right. Darn myself. I look at You. The Israelites are blaming You for something You did not do. They were guilty of sin and they said it was You who was wrong. And You forgave them… I will not blame my brother. Even though the world knows I’m right, I will be like You, I am not of the world. I am like You, I will forgive Him.

Darn myself. I see Pilate questioning You and I say darn myself. You are King. God our Father knows You are. The Holy Spirit knows you are. And yet when Pilate asks You if You are, You do not reply. Darn myself. I will not speak rudely to the secretary. I was qualified, the world knows I was. My whole body knows I was. But I am not of the world, I am Yours. I am not subject to my flesh, my spirit is Yours. I will let her be, leave her guilty of missing out on me. I will go where You have prepared others to recognize me.

Darn myself. I see You in the garden of Gethsemane. You ask God to take away the cup of suffering, yet You ask for His will to be done. I will not hurt. I will not marry the wrong man. I don’t want to be alone, burning with passion. I deserve to have my own children. The world knows I do. So do You. But I am not of the world so let Your will be done.

Yay me. My brother said he is sorry and I forgave him. 5 years later, the secretary is calling me. Her company wants to buy me from the one where I am now CEO. I am getting married to the most wonderful man I’ve ever known. Yay me. I see You risen from the grave, shining in the light of Your Glory. You have been raised to Your rightful place and I have raised me there too. I am where You want me to be. Glory Hallelujah.