Ever wondered why anyone ever came up with that adage of the monkey who laughs at a burning bush clearly oblivious to what will happen to his most prized habitation? Ever cared to think that perhaps the little tailed creature is savouring the glow of the moment instead of crying over already spilt milk. Maybe our dear lil monkey prefers to wear a smile till the dusk of day.
Regardless, do you ever pause to realize how kids wanna do it their way until the zipper gets stuck and you have to come in and clean up the teary mess? Why did they not ask for this help in the first place? It is surmised that the best training is to let a child touch a lamp and when they burn, they will learn. Forget that the ulcer might take a while to heal and perhaps get septic and poke a few holes in the wallet. Forget all that.
Forget all you might, but forget not that people are not as naive as you might make them out to be. Not most of them I can guarantee you that. They might skip the latest fashion, wear ill fitting leggings and jeggings, wear unflattering suspenders, skip a few trips to the barber's and even entirely give up on that six pack. Yes they might be engrossed in soap operas, typically nonsensical sitcoms and stale comedy shows; waste countless hours on talk shows and soccer games, but people have some grey matter that comes in handy once in a while. If just once in a while.
Once in a while people will realise that it took you over twenty plus years to notice that you were in the less preferred camp, that the privileges of the high table were not that sumptuous. So many blue moons for you to notice that the cogs you so diligently grated, might not be the most flattering of political machinations. That you now accept that all your sweat was a mark of villainy and that you now wish to join another V camp. That after climbing the apex of military ranks, you now find something at fault with the hand you so ravishingly licked.
The breast you suckled now stands in the red corner of your championship fight. That breast that would give two hoots for your head on a platter. To think that Lucifer was at some point at the right hand, but worse to think that the patriarch might never have glimpsed a spark of ambition. That after 60 + years someone grows wise enough to go for a deed poll for re Christening. Experience yes, relevance maybe, timely perhaps, spark of genius, no...inventive step? absolutely not.
Yes, evenI. Even I when my brother dare sleeps with my wife, I will take on the whole village. I will shout it from the Nile to the Mississippi; because you know w
hat? The world cares that a junior officer disrespects me, that people are so tired of the status quo that they can abandon their limping livelihood to gang with an exiled son of the land.
Who of you thinks I am not sacrificing a lot by being away from home, that I miss matooke and beans. Do you think I enjoy these tasteless burgers and AC? You think it is fun to fly all the time?
That is what naivety does, it makes people think having a valley dam in karamoja supersedes a wifi router!!
Damn, one cannot even buy a lamborghini coz man these potholes!Yikes!
Give me something new, prove to me that it is not a game of two elephants sorting out a personal vendetta. be humble enough to join the boys who left your camp and have been on the frontline for ages. Do you have an idea what pepper tastes like in someone's eyes? Have you ever spent a night in a University of understanding? We might never know those answers, but thing though is, we might not even ask these questions. When you see bakowu people singing tusaba gavumenti etuyambe, then you know that reinvention of the wheel is not a hard thing after all.
Snowden might be tasting his long awaited freedom in a Russian safe house but for all we know he can forget about "the land of the free". We all want something better, but if anyone thinks they are going to ride on our plight to advance egoistic agenda and settle selfish scores, that person might need to beat Golola first! While you are at it, remember that Naggy is dead, I am not sure the enturire infested punches had a contributing factor.
Yours sincerely,
Even Me I donno
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