Making sense of Ocampo!

Having an opinion about some thing is not having the right answers to it……
It’s not canceling other ideas
It is not thinking you have the best idea…….
It’s simply an opinion…….and here is mine…..
I know it will not reach you Mr Ocampo
Not now, not in a life time, never!
That doesn’t stop me…..! I will still blow it out onto my blog..Those who care will read it…………
I have been trying all week
To make sense of your actions Moreno Ocampo(Cute name!)
So much that I have decided you are so cool and I shall not look at the silly things….( You just did…..? made of your self?)
May be none of the two
Depending on how I end up looking at this situation( in the end).
Does Bashir have? Not have? the immunity provided by international law to state heads?
It is Africa….isnt it always?......this is when the security council becomes as relevant to support your “cause”
Go on glue agreements onto a country’s soul and declare them one of your subjects…..
And who said you are not God himself (ICC)
If you have hands on Pinochet,Slobadan,Taylor then who is Kony,Bush and who is that other guy of the central republic and congo.
You can have them too………….
You are mighty…in a day you can render every country’s judicial system powerless. Useless….wow and now we shall be suing in the hague!

Blaah...blah...blah..ahh!

Its been a week and there has been these two conversations I have decided to throw out……officially on my list of what I am going to talk about with my galz,my geek,prof and all the others, I am talking those who force them selves in my face……with endless greetings…
Goooooooood morning…I said goodmorning…Kcarlorol……exactly! Thats how he pronounces my name that labelled journalist( definitely because he sticks around the news room) down stairs .Any how I was still going on about these two people or better still these words Mugabe and Obama ,yes,they have been Banned( don’t dare try to open any argument its closed!).These two words or people( call them what you like! Like they would change your situation)one for being that mistake of a human( cnt explain why I am calling him this because I don’t even get what his about,he acts mad….in my head I have decided he needs to get help) the other for becoming that person I have always wanted to be…..he stole my place…( you must be kiddin me)
Is any one getting what I am going on about?
Any how this here is my frustration,I have many frustrations lately but I have decided to pick on this particular one……
All you Ugandans who discuss American politics( which you don’t get any way) and all you informed,mis-informed and totally ignorant group that’s trying to justify Mugabe’s(what?) yes exactly…they don’t even know what they talk about.where were you 5 years ago when the world started this journey of making famous the devil himself…..Mr M I don’t get what you or your country are about….all I know right now is that you have robbed me of my peaceful, cute conversation……
I am not sure I should even be blogging about you
…..yes and I was still going on about these one day old “intellectuals” those that think they can inform me…comment about every thing and yes the taxi….has become a ground for intellectual debate,……ummmh!
Obama………..OBAMAAAAAAAAA!......who the hell is this guy….Is he Kenyan,luo,American..what? like i care…..all I know right now is that I cant afford the air ticket I was supposed to buy( on tht money tht I kept for this purpose until I lost a passport..paid fines,swore affidavidits…en yes now I have passports and no ticket…I wonder what would have been better…………
I even just found out this my loser is getting married………..! he didn’t tell me……Am I supposed to be heart…hurt…broken?.....That in my world doesn’t exist.Love phobic they say I am…….! May be I am…..i believed it \ until…….i started being apart of this confusing confusion I have commited my life to..he he!.........wake up Carole!.....dnt worry it was only a dream.
I am frustrated….sad…..confused….this is what I do when I don’t know what to do……………..i have multiple conversations in my head….-I talk to the little girl in me…………today she is crying…dropping tears on my feet..t shirt..bed sheets……….she doesn’t understand what I have become or what this life is about right now.

The reason i start to blog again

RITE HERE IS SUPPOSED TO BE A POST! bUTTTTTTTTT i AM CRYING!

PAMOJA AFRICA!

Pamoja Africa! This has become the cry of my heart….a cry justifiable, its not about little jars, black opal…a world with no parents …I am not crying about the fact that I drag my feet through the pavement of Nandos…as I stare at that terrace that had become home for me…I am not miserable that I cant sit there any more…I don’t want to sit there any more, I do not want to sit there with a different person………
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Any how I was telling you a year ago ,I took a flight…I took a flight because it was December…every body goes some where in December………
I went to Pamoja because I had to be some where……away from my family…away from work…away from my town…….
I did not know what it was about…all I knew is that I was about to meet over 3000 young people from all over Africa, they were going to be my family for a week or more….
I loved this thought ,It was cold when I arrived I remember…I started wishing I could get a flight back home…..but I had chosen to have my new years eve with 3000 people, people I didn’t even know…..
Any how it was all people …people…accents…Music….dress codes……..languages( we had people interpreting in all sorts of languages, at every corner of this huge tent… I could hear screams in Creole, French, German…..it was huge it was amazing…one of those things I still cant believe I was apart of …..i had never experienced anything like this in my entire life….i met Africa’s biggest brains…. I was inspired, I was mentored……………………………………………………………

Its been a year ….. a year since I left Pamoja….why am I writing this ? I never talked about it….( except to Phoebe not with the same intensity…..)
Why didn’t I ever talk about this experience that touched and changed my life
I chose to keet quiet…never wrote a single news paper article about it…………..
I met Russle and Jimbo at this conference…..they have become my very good friendz…………
I forgot because I walked into a world that opposed every little thing this conference stood for
I walked into a life of intellectuals who didn’t believe in God
I chose to compromise.,……………..
I remember Russell telling me to hold the faith ….sounded like some alien language now I know what he meant…..he told me to watch my “ mentor”
I Didn’t
For the first time in my entire life…..i notice ……I want to be every single thing…Bekele, Osteen, Sam and all of them stood for They never forced religion down my throat they forced…….reality……I thought it was too disguised…….they told me the truth the world hasn’t bothered to tell me …they told me the truth I never wanted to face! They told me the truth I run away from…they told me the truth I woke up to this morning!

I miss my gal

one , two ,three, four days......
i just cant stop counting each passing day
i notice each hour each minute......each.......
I have been trying to runaway ,to hide, to pretend like i just dont notice what the hell is running through my head
I am supposed to be strong,hard hearted,,
i am supposed to live like nothing is happening
Three days without stepping in the news room....
Three days without Nandos...
And i am supposed to pretend nothing is happening....
I feel like i am using up larger amounts of energy to live through each new day.
As i pretend to substitute her with an a new addiction.
Forcing my self to become the geek i never was
It just wont work i noticed today......
My Ipod has become an alien....i want to throw it away
With each song....i cry...
I cry not because i am sad but because i cant face the reality of my world empty in just one day
I cant cryany more , i cant sleep, i cant talk, i cant...i just cant........
Its not that i am hurt or that i miss her......
i do not know whats happening.......
More than ever...i need strength to walk my self to my room each evening
i watch the terrace we had made our home, dragging my feet i call up one of the boda-bodas
to carry me ..to carry me away from a world that might stare at me breaking apart
I do not know what to do....
i want to cry but i just cant, i want to yawn to a point of no return....i want to...........
i want to yell...yes i want to yell and i an goin to do just that.......I miss you!

The double spacing bug!

I do not know where i got this terrile bad habit
but its now starting to get to me
My editor Carol is definately not amused....
esspecially about my
come lately....convictions
to retrieve all my stories
and
de-single space them
Oh God i am so
tired.......
hellllllllllllllllllllllll
cant i just stop!

A terrible weekend...charting my course up!

So I have survived this semester of law school, almost! I just got thru with all the tests and course works? Exams…a week away. but it still feels good to have a shorter list of worries…, I just got thru with one thing ….good reason to celebrate….….I arrive home craving nothing more than sleep and several days of mind less-television and sit aways with my gal phoebe on the nandos terrace, of course not doing much…gossiping and commenting about just about any thing…you can only pray you skip our eyes !
Any how I had planned all this in advance set the weekend apart….Andrew was definitely out of the picture , since phoebe was what was making it any way( never thought we could ever have a compatible good hanging with the two of them together!)…Yep…sooooooo! …first my phone blacks out...my efforts to save e day went as far as me becoming part of Dj Momo z machine crew. The phone still refused to charge up…just a little for me to get a hold of phoebe…. I didn’t…..
any how bottom line is I got home…at 8..on a Friday …Strange!
I had to stand my Uncle steven ‘s incessant questions and my mother’s annoying references to “ my daughter, the budding lawyer”
But some where alone in the dark of my room I found my self smiling in tacit recognition of my week’s accomplishments… although the worst is only half over……..i am a survivor….whether I am any thing more than that will be determined by that piece of paper I receive mid…my next semester…..That’s…a little too far to worry me…. For now. I will just sit back and think about my flipping weekend………and where the hell my gal is..!.

AS I GROW OLD!

THE FIRST TIME I GET ROBBED...IT MIGHT NOT BE THE LAST

do not know why its you again...that i have finally settled for
you mylittle ugly fad formed blog
that i run to only when the reality of this world hits me
youre not as fashionable as the rest of your unknown friendz ...little jars , phenix en all the others.....
ure still my treasure
i can talk to you...you wont be there to stare into my eyes when i cry like a child
I can cry infront of you....you know who i am
i can tell you the truth because you wont judge me
youve taken the place of a father a world away, a mother first to judge , a best friend selfish and all those who think they are close to me...en dnt think i can only see through them.......
To you i can whisper quietly in the nite the reason i jst cant trust God any more...
he made a promise he didnt keep.....he took my brother when i stayed updayz en nites asking him not to do so............. how can i trust him with the rest of my mix?
i can tell you again that i have failed at almost everything i have planned lately
Did you ever think i couldmake a loser?......yo.u wouldnt knw...any way....
what do you think i should do????
i can tell you that i cried the whole day today........... my eyez are red and my head hurts
I did not cry because of my property now gone....
but because of the empty miserable world that wz closing in on me....
where was every one when i needed them....
where wz every one who kps me days en nites worrying about how to hold friendz...........
may be i just dnt need them....or may be i just cant do with out them............
may be i wouldnt stand the shame of breaking me into a sobbing little gal..............
i do not know what tomorrow will be like....but i need you to promise me a better day
tell me that every thing will be okay when i get up to face tomorrow...
i am so scared....so alone.......so confused........so ......so.....so

AS I GROW OLD 3

Where is the world I built a few years ago,
Where are the dreams
Did I really know the reality of life?
Is it the reason I am going a road un marked?
I feel what I don’t know
Tears at the back of my head that I just cant cry out
I feel so alone
So scared
So confused
What will I tell the world
How am I supposed to face it
Not reading books
Not working either!

I want my life back
I want to go back home
I don’t want to have any more secrets
I don’t want to be far away from my family any more
I don’t want any more friends
I don’t want to hang out any more
I don’t want to know Serugo
I don’t want to know that men can hit on me
I don’t want to know what law school is all about
I don’t want to imagine I ever met Dirk
I don’t want to imagine phoebe leaving for Italy in a few days
I want Abu back
I want my bed room at home
I don’t want to imagine I live in these hostel rooms
I do not want to use boda bodas any more
I don’t want to spend hungry nights all alone
I don’t want to imagine me mad at you
I don’t want to imagine possibilities of heart breaks
I don’t want to work
I don’t want to buy my own food any more
I want Mellisa back
I don’t want to regret why I didn’t go to Dar
I don’t want to imagine you are selfish
I don’t want you to READ THIS!

A LAND ALMOST LABELED GONE.....FOR ME A LOVELY PLACE!

GULU


“Oh, thank God you’re back safely.” a friend of mine told me after I returned early this week from my first trip ever to Northern Uganda. As I tried to digest what she really meant by this, images of all the written tales of a long shattered world, no tapped water, bush covered paths, no electricity, accommodation or even food started coming back to me, Its amazing how much we live in our cocoons totally oblivious of life outside our circles. May be this would do, if we didn’t go around instilling these wrong bottled mentalities in other people, thank God I knew how much stock I had to put in these “little” stories and finaly for a weekend I was reawakened from my illusion of bullets flying from all directions, decaying corpses leaving the ground with barely any legroom, no water, accommodation and no food. Here I was in Gulu, real life staring me in the face. Like most journalists, writers or whoever cares to travel here, I could have continued the fad, this would be yet another of those “I walked into a disaster area” story. I promised my self that I would carry a true tale back home not of that which I imagined or I was expected to deliver but of a life I had lived, the truth of what I had seen. I longed to tell every one about this. That the potholes I suffered in Kampala were a myth in Gulu town not to mention the dust and pollution. That I didn’t miss Kampala or Jinja road because I interacted with youths clad in the latest outfits full of life littered on the town streets of Gulu .I had a full nightlife to be apart of .At a play ground just a few metres away was a Uganda telecom promotion with most of the top Ugandan artistes presenting, Havana Club and Corner pocket hangout were packed and lively. For a moment I started thinking twice about coming back to Kampala. Of course like any other life when I looked outside my hotel window the next day I saw a town of contradictions like any other, a small seasonal stream divides Gulu town with NGOs quarters standing with Manicured lawns, tall walled compounds and excellent restaurants with piped jazz music, relatively expensive meals and good back lighting. I couldn’t help but marvel at the contradiction of such un-rivaled luxury. However for me this was no shock this image was not as far fetched, I looked no farther than our own slums around Kampala or my neighbourhood down in Makerere Kikoni. Where you drive out of your gate in that luxurious car past the dirty looking woman or man to whom it would take a year to earn your month's pay. And even if you don't have a car, for you the realities of life are simply getting by on what you think is a peanut and grumbling about how hard life is yet you can afford to throw food in the garbage. Here I was in the luxury of Acholi Inn with a swimming pool, sauna and a fully stocked bar rite outside my room and I was still told that this was not the best the town had to offer, a few minutes away, was Boma an even better hotel. Gulu town provided me a normal life I could easily adjust into, markets bustling with buyers and traders full with products. Bars and cafes full of music and dance. Restaurants full and rich with food, what more could I ask? For me this was a life, like any other, “things are now a lot better” one would say, “I wouldn’t know” I would answer, what I know is Gulu is a surely a lovely place.

AS I GROW....OLD

PART ONE


LAMENT FOR A LOST FRIENDSHIP



One was a guy a little over his 30’s, good thinking, great speaker, great sense of style, a million dollar look, with a career at a speed…. Unbelievable! Another a young girl in her 20’s, good thinking energetic, career driven. She hasn’t seen anything the world has to offer, very optimistic though, trying to put up a smooth Journalism career between the thorns of a legal proffesion to be. But their sensibilities were so in sync; they were convinced they would be friends forever. Then over the course of a year, everything crumbled. replays the tape and figures out what exactly went wrong.

I had a friend once with whom I was certain I would grow old. The reason I was certain was that by the time we were friends over just a year. It felt like we had known each other for a lifetime, and were just arriving at the starting point. When I was in high school, I always imagine he must have been at his first job, A fact I easily accepted each time we passed each other hauntily in the corridors at my first job. Every body noticed him; he was one of the company’s treasures, one of those guys people love to look up to. For me he was a spec in the eye, I was always forced to notice him…some how…en God knows if at that time he even imagined I existed, Until, workmates brought us in wary contact one day. In my 20th year we sparked belligently. What a pair we had been, two of those very intelligent, insecure people whose anxieties make them sharp-tongued, over direct, equipped with voices that, with hardly any effort at all convey scorn and judgement.In no time I alienated just about every one( all the people who existed in my life ), Which did not mean that we our selves drew any closer. To the contrary for a whole bunch of year, when I heard the sound of his voice, I shrank from it thinking thank… God I am nothing like that…
It was only after a year that each of us at last could recognize our selves in each other, where upon there developed almost immediately the kind of connection that made it necessary to meet each week at least four times. The open road of our lives spread out before us.
In the centuries behind our own, when most marriages were contracted out of economic and social consideration, friendships were written about with the kind of emotional extravagance that we in our time have reserved for an ideal passionate attachment.
Each day I laid a brick on a friend ship that now to me appeared like one soul in two bodies. This shared soul pulled us together in such unison, each half regarding the other with such ardent passion. I could have trusted my well being to him more readily to his own inadequate self. The biggest priviledge of al to me l was this relationship of no service delivery, a genuine “friendship….”Our attachment developed not out of sensual need or worldly obligation but simply because it fed our spirits.
My friendship with him was one I could never have described. Now that I a thinking about it I see it in every important way. It was an attachment that if it did not refine the soul, certainly nourished the spirit so well that in each other’s presence we bore witness to our lives more usefully than we probably ever did in a lifetime. To the un-initiated eye, this vitality of connection might have been puzzling. No dating service would have matched us up. In none of the ways that gross social profiles accumulate would we have been imagined compatible. He had been in and out of 6 or more relationship, each of these girl’s names never left his lips, I had not even been in one though surprisingly I seemed to carry a better idea of what this world was about.He longed for sexual adventure ,I wasn’t even sure what it was about. I thought carefully and slowly (I know my friend phoebe would heavily disagree with this) he spoke each word with such emphasis and truth that the consequences of what he said were never a worry to him. He lived a perpetual struggle as a guy at 35 with no woman in his life at a time when society would have expected him to have one…. who on earth imagined that a guy like him would last a day with out a girl up his sleeves??? Now that’s the irony of life! And me with my emotional bewilderment of my increasingly solitary state…
Beneath these separating realities however was a deeper, more compelling influence that drew us to each other. Together we seemed always to be puzzling out of the exhaustion of a love un-found and the anguish of work, a search for self confusion that came with the mere construction of that phrase-what was the self? Where was it?
How did one persue, abandon or betray it?
A growing awareness began to take a hold in us, through out our lives we both responded to the same set of anxieities. Albeit in diametrically opposite style
. Consciousness about everything was first value in our relationship...it was actually everything…
The absorption grew in us day by day, fed by excitement of abstract thought detached from the concreteness of ordinary life. The more we explored the trivial and un –real world, the more we seemed to feel our selves. The more we felt our selves the larger the world grew.sitting in the living room, eating in a restaurant, walking in the streets, taking long un necessary rides. Our conversation made it seem that we had grasped things whole without ever having to leave “home”
We went on like this for half a year and then one day the bond between us started to un-ravel. We were not so different, and just like any like poles we were soon on the predictable way... When I looked at his friends it killed me to imagine he was like them.

Slowly but inexorably the enterprise of mind to which our friendship had been devoted began to loose strength before the growing encroachment of the complicated and opposing sympathies out of which our lives were actually fashioned…his ego, his accusations, his temper ,the way he treated the people who did him absolutely no good, his flexibility with the truth.

Like an un-controllable growth that over takes a clearing in the forest, the differences started to move in on us. I remembered that once long ago I had thought brashly that time would stand still for him and me as we were using it well. I hadn’t understood that what I called using it well really meant paying absolutely no attention to what we were becoming. It struck me now that it was the sheer hubris of the conceit that we allowed our selves to live through that was now doing us in!
Over night, actually the day before I get down to start putting this together. It felt like our friendship had run its course. Just like sexual infatuation. I thought idly as I lay in bed one morning with a sore throat, staring at the ceiling. And then somewhat dazedly I realized that’s right. This is what this is like sexual infatuation!
In the end my friendship with him seemed to bear a striking resemblance to romantic love. The passion of mind and spirit that had flared between us now seemed an equivalent of the kind of erotic feeling that dies of its own intensity.
When in goodness of time we realize that much in us is not being addressed by this attraction.
“There no permanent friends…only permanent interests…”for me this statement was not new, one of those quotes every one uses when they mean to describe an issue of personal loyalties clashing with worldly interest for me now made a whole new meaning for me. As I and him began to rather disintegrate saw this provocative statement in a new light. what I now thought was the idea of being true to myself, a fate most people cannot tolerate, which is why the world has never been well lost in love….I now see in this month that we are growing apart. The hunger for inner coherence is strong enough to subdue desires of every sort, for the simple reason that in its absence the ability to believe in one’s self evaporates and without self belief, one cannot achieve trust, express affection or act reliably with concern all of which make life worth living.
In the same moment I noticed that people had rather operate in a small, safe sphere than in a larger more un certain one if they can be assured that they will never be cut adrift.
him and I had made each other a small safe world. one that our friendship had at first promised to enlarge but now promised to shatter .The adventure of knowing each other had metamorphosised into the anxiety of feeling exposed.
For a while I have been thinking about the astonishing antagonism between the drive towards self protection and the need for a soul mate .For myself, I can only say that the failure of shared sensibility to revail over all other shocks. from which I dnt think I will recover let it all down to a count down, however I have come to value my hard earned understanding that fellowship of the spirit alone can no more carry the day than can be a passion of the senses.I will mourn our friendship for as long as I live.

It still feels like yesterday Abu.....
it still feels like it was just happened....
i still regret the day i left without...saying bye....
i can still see u in that hospital room....i still see me praying more than ever before....
I still feel like i am begging God not to take you away
I can still hear me telling him to give us one last chance....
to organise...us...to seperate those dreamz we planned to live together.....
i can still see you in that room where i was stopped from going.....
The strangest and most un-believable...of all....
i can still see you in tht box lifeless...
i can see you being carried a life time away from me.....
It still feels like that day i sat there listening to all the tales of how great you were....
you didnt tell me alot of these....thingz..u were great bro.....
i still feel the pain..fresh...while the world narrated their last days on earth with you..i sat up listening...with not so much to say..........
i didnt say bye Abu...it still kills me.........
I still see me taking the last photo of you before ey put ..metal barz en cement on top of you
while the rest of the world walked away to yield to the hunger...
I stood there staring at you....
If heaven is for real...i want to believe ure not down ere......it hurts.......

Abu...my geek...gone....!! still feelz like yesterday

No body seems to care any more
no one cares tht ure not around any more
every body back, eir lives normal
I still stare at your empty room....ur shoes re now kicked around by spike......
They dnt knw hw it feels like Abu
They dnt knw....that youre not here any more......
the world goes on each day i feel like stoppin en i cry.....

I dont know what it is!

I dont know exactly what it is..
It might be all the things i see on the surface, thingz that every one notices and admires about you

Qualities and capabilities.Your wonderful smiles, ouviously connected to a warm and loving heart,
It might be all the things that set you apart from every one else
May be its the big things the way you never hesitate to go a million minds out of your waay to do whats right......
the way you shape your todays to help stage for so manyu beautiful tomorrows...
Or maybe its the little things words shared heart to heart..
un-spoken understandings, sharing seasons making some very wonderful memories,
The joys of two people just being on the same age in each others history.....
its simply you.....

Évery WHere..................

Turn you inside out
so that i can see clearly ,that part of you thats drifting over me
When i wake your..never there
When i sleep you are every where
Every where..............

Tell me how i got this far,
tell me why you are here and who you are
beccz every time i look u're never there
Every time i see you're never there.
You're every where to me..
When i close my eyes its you i see
you'2re the only thing that make me believe
I am not alone.
I recognize the way you make me feel
I am scared you might not be real
now i know the waters are getting deep im try to wake up and run away from you.

But you are still every where to me!