Musings of a Pastor’s child

Since the beginning of time, mankind has always had a problem. Man shall not live on bread alone. Humanity was given a consciousness of the world around it,a heart to feel and a brain to rationalize things. This makes man stand out as a particular creation unique unto itself. However this makes it harder for them not to question existence and search for a deeper meaning of life. We have to answer the fundamental question, what is life? Why should life be this way?
Mankind lives in a constant search for validation, for something that gives their lives a meaning. Some find a façade at the bottom of a bottle. Others think they have found it at work. Their work defines them. This is why when you ask someone to describe themselves, they go like ‘ I’m Grace, a Doctor’ when one can easily say “I’m Grace, a fun loving plus size bundle of blessings” that is an option too people.Other people think the true meaning of life is in their family or their group of friends and I would agree except what about you when you are alone? Who will give you meaning?
The majority however, looks towards religion as their meaning of life. As their assurance that in this swiftly spinning world, something remains familiar. Religions are described as an organized collection of beliefs, cultural systems and world views that relate humanity as an order of existence. Religions have organized behaviors, clergy and a definition of what constitutes membership. So in simpler words, religion is a special club that dictates what you do and where you hang and they have a you cant chill with us clause that you must follow. How boring. And to think that billions of people in the world willingly walk into this trap.
In India, there are over 100 religions, Sikhism, Hinduism, Buddhism, Islam, Jainism, and something called the Lingayat in the south of india. This is merely the tip of the iceberg. The same can be said for the rest of the world, I mean, I cant be the only one who has heard of odd religions across the world, Tibetan snake worshippers, the Nudist colonies in Europe where people worship the deity naked. Egyptian Isis worship which is the foundation for the Illuminati of these days. Yes that too is a religion.I’m for real.
hristianity too has become a religion, but I’m not sure that is what God wanted. This is a controversial belief but bear with me.
Most people here would agree with me if I pointed out that Christianity is the only true religion. But should it be? The Bible actually fought against militant Christianity. The sons of Eli died because they became clergy and things went downhill from there. As a reverend’s child, I need to assure you that leaders are not exactly perfect. In truth there is more politics and drama and controversy in the church than in this Amama-Museveni thing. My dad was a victim of a coup d’etat that would make Amin look like an eight year old playing chokolo.But I digress.
Think back on when you were in love. If you are in love now, help me think about this. Did you have a constitution? A guidebook for what to do when one is in love? No. You let love guide you. Did your boyfriend or girlfriend set guidelines for what to do, what to wear, where to go? Did you have a set time for when you kiss? Go on dates? (How boring would that be?)
When you are in love, you want to be with your loved one all the time. After you say goodnight, you miss them incredibly and cant wait for them to text. Spontaneity is the rule of the day. 8 pm walks in the dust of Bugujju holding hands and laughing with enviable abandon. You trust your “Boo” infinitely. You share all your burdens and joys and familial secrets. They know you better sometimes than your siblings.You wish only the best for them, and you hold all the things they love sacred, Right?
Why shouldn’t Christianity be like that instead of encompassed by the trappings of religion? Why shouldn’t Christians be in a constant love affair with Jesus?

Do you know who killed Jesus? other Christians. Pharisees worshipped the same God. They even followed a lot of the rules Jesus’ followers followed, the Ten Commandments. But they allowed the juice to be squeezed out of their faith and they were left following all the rules but receiving no joy from their relationship with God. They envied this man who came to teach people another way to pray because he was threatening their familiar, he was preaching spontaneity where they had always had a uniform way of doing things.
Christianity requires only three rules.
1. HHope: An expectation of good things to come and the capability of not giving up.
2. Ffaith: a belief in God and in his inherent existence and the truth of his love.
3. Llove: And all these things, love is the most important of all. The basis of being a Christian is to love God and this in turn makes you love human kind: John 13:34. This is our only hope.

Just saying

Whenever Im alone or doing something or scrolling through Twitter, I have so many ideas about what to write about. When I get time and internet and a free day like this, nothing comes to mind. I start downloading giraffe pics for Fab who I have an immense crush on, or think about doing a video for Keri Bwo.Or.. this is more common, I scroll through people’s facebook and Instagram pics and I wonder how they have their life in order while I glory in the uneven edges of mine.

Lately though I have started thinking seriously about the future and my career and the mistakes I’ve made. I’ve hurt unnecessarily. Lied. torn myself from friendships because my ego is a lifesize Aunt Marge (Harry Potter Analogy) and broken up with men who I could have had a future with. I have.

I dont regret any of that though, this is what being a human being entails. I am simply being the human that William Golding saw. That he tried to tell us in 1954.This post is not about me though.

Im just trying to make you understand that if slack were a cloth, give it whole. People have made mistakes, some humongous, others tiny. Mistakes are fissures in a rock.. No matter how tiny, they are always going to come back and bite, they will make the rock erode.

But an eroded rock does not end there does it? The rift valley was formed from broken rock,with faults. No? So cut some slack,forgive.

I have seen people who wallow and go days without speaking to someone who has done them wrong. Im not even saying this is bad, however to have a truly noble character, you must forgive when there is no chance of repentance, when the person has not asked, because in there lies your true character.

I had no idea my post was going to turn into a sermon and I will stop there before I become dull and boring. Goodnight


Sometimes I wonder
If we’ll ever go to heaven
Id like to think so
The whole reason I live life so carelessly is cause Im relying on my afterlife

However I wonder
Monotony is not Man’s strong suit
And in heaven there will be plenty of that

And mankind likes a little change
Man will attack man cause of sheer boredom
Its terrifyingly easy to envision
Golden sceptered young men bored out of their minds with all the bowing and posturing
Pulling out celestial swords and killing each other over who bowed first.
World war Heaven chapter

I always envisioned angels as tall brown heavenly beings with wings and golden locks and harps. Girls are into that. Wont there be romance up there?

People strive for heaven all their lives.
And then what?


Lauryn Hill is playing in the background and Liz is in the back of the room singing along. I have Liz’s laptop so Im going to write. Lauryn Hill is speaking straight to my soul. I Love Lauryn’s voice because it is perfect. I love perfect things. I am a perfectionist. I love beautiful faces and perfect bodies. I love white smiles and hoarse sexy voices. Some people have pointed out that I could be bi sexual because I appreciate beautiful girls. Yes I shall stare at your ass because it is round and perky. I love my friend Vyanne’s boobs because hell, those twins almost caused a car crash. Jugular Carnage. Sorry Kelly Vyanne.. I had to do this.

I know it is not realistic to seek perfection. Perfection should be sought in flaws. I am mean to ugly people in my head. I am not being mean. My temperament should be for geniuses because only people with a three figure IQ should be this nitpicky. I don’t wake up in the morning and say “ Yo.. Im going to meet ugly people and deride them in my head.” That would mean I deliberately demean people. That would be evil. I may be a lot of things but deliberate I am not.

Well, that said, I would like you to take a minute and think about beauty as is. Beauty lays in the eyes of the beholder they say. And some people have more mutual beholders than the rest of us. But then there is unconventional beauty, the flow of music in synchronicity with your heartbeat, how some hours are more welcome than others because they are beautiful. I think 6:00 is a magic hour. The world is still gentle, new born. The dew is still on the ground but the sun is shyly peeking, her beautiful eyelashes illuminating her coral magnificence onto her friend, nature. There is also beauty in love. Look on someone you love when they are oblivious and see their facial expressions. The sleight of hand as they try to convince you to see things their way, the small wrinkles on their faces as they smile at something they are thinking, their fingers when they touch you how the dark skin under their fingernails contrasts so wonderfully with the rest of their hand. This is beauty.

There is more, there is beauty in words, how a word rolls around your tongue, how a book talks about your feelings so perfectly that you use the quote because your words fall short of what you feel. There is beauty in nature although that has become a cliché.. Everyone claims to see beauty in nature yet they only talk about the green of the grass or of foliage. No… look further, look inward, what does your heart make you see. My heart says trees are lavender because they are tall and gentle. Does grass look green to you? Not for me, grass is brown like the soil it comes from, caramel and chocolate spears, saluting you as you go about your business. That is beauty.

I didn’t mean to drift off into a wordsworthy blog but I feel like you needed an insight into how I see life.

Frost In October

Im not asking to be understood.

Been there, done that.

Humans are warm, slightly fuzzy creatures

They live in furnished caves of their own making.

they sometimes fight for them. And much more.

Repenting to a human is a slow painful process where he wins and you sort of find penance.

Earth is Purgatory.

Ive lived. Seen 21 Octobers. Ive loved.

Ive fucked. men have sown oats at my threshold.

I do not regret a single decision because all our footsteps make us who we are in the end.

I see people getting things. Losing and gaining more.

I see people love each other with murderous passion

I see people die.

And all I really want is to get so much pain that my body processes it into wisdom.

Pain is not hurtful.

Pain is not pain

Until you lose something so precious to you

That you feel torn to pieces and scattered to the ends of the world.

On the bright side

Those parts of you return.

Not all, but most.

And when they do

they have gathered character

so you are legion

a myriad of personality

that has facets for surviving all situations.

How I see life.

Most people do not know what they want. They hide behind, it is never that serious to hurt their best friends, they dump the men who love them, who they deserve, to follow their golden goose, who usually turns out to be a degenerate father with a service fee and a banquet of unheard of STDs to reward you for following your heart. They watch movies and ignore coursework, and in that very act, urinate on their fathers’ hard earned money as they laugh and hang out and basically become so hateful as they add more colour to mask the rot that they are carrying.

Then, surprise surprise, when they are in their late twenties they turn to God and tweet bible verses, as they plot on how to sleep with the pastor and keep the guitarist a delicious secret. When they do get married, it is to ugly sons of bitches that know that they are copulating with rot, and thus treat rot as rot.

And there, they go through life, angry, dissatisfied and completely fey when there was always a second option.I wont offer the option because I am not your bloody therapist. 

For the early bird.

A few blogs away, I argue that people can be who they want to be regardless of what they went through, or who their parents are.Today, I am paying tribute to the hard work of parents. My focus today is the single most important aspect in a man’s life. Women too, but man mostly.. A mother.

People do not get it into your delusive little minds that your prowess relies entirely upon your shoulders, or your girlfriend, or white sponsor cum sex buddy cum wife in the end cum..Okay, I stop I stop. White influence in Africa is a topic that rankles me deeply.

Anywaysssss…. My mother is the upright pole that my brother gravitates upon. (I used a stripper metaphor, hang me) He tells her everything, and the hypocrite that she is, she simply listens and does not judge. My brother once told her  a variation of a story I had told her earlier in the week, and while she chewed me out mapropsy for ndecent exposure and seduction techniques, she stayed pokerfaced through out the whole tale and even managed a titter at the end. Smh. Mothers.

I love my mother dont get me wrong, and even if you are Jack the ripper on steroids, you love yours t0o. That is the way of the world.And when we love someone, involuntarily or deliberately, we copy their mannerisms. We emulate their virtues and learn from their mistakes. That too is the way of the world. Therefore, it is impossible to say that a rotten mannered man has a sane mother.

Or that a man who is as selfish as the original Narcissus has a benevolent mother. People havent you gone through all of the sayings now? The apple doesnt fall very far from the tree. I always suspected that the tree they meant was never the man, rather the woman. The same thing goes for A chip off the old block. Forgive me for being crude but you came through her no? Doesnt that mean that the block.. okay okay…

Again, we consult the bible. Train up a child in the way they should grow… and etc. In your youth, especially as an African child, I can count the times you ran to your father with teary eyed gibberish that you expected him to decipher in order to learn why your knee was scraped. None. Or if your Dad was good once or twice. But your mom, oh your mom. “Mom, sylvie took the pen so Ed pushed the swing and I was on the merry go round” meant that you had gotten into a fight. And your mom always understood, always. She is always on your side too.

Therefore, as future parents, and as spoilt rotten adults,learn to fully comprehend just how much mothers played a role in your upbringing. And learn from it. We learn in steps. Once you understand just what she did to ensure that your future is this rosy, adopt that system. If she hurt you and stymied your trust in women, learn from that too.

This one is for the early birds. Learn from what grew you.