Archive for November, 2008

It’s Monday again and like most of the 7billion people on this planet, I’m not to excited about it. But to be honest, i have it really good compared to many. For instance, have you ever stopped to think about the self worth of a street-sweeper? Do they even have the slightest passing thought that they are making a difference in this world or that they are people who deserve respect and honor? Who even thinks about street-sweepers?

But more importantly, who even thinks about you in your current choice of work?

Many of us wake up each morning struggling with our jobs, we think, its crap and i’ll never get any recognition or fulfillment for what I do. There’s a deep gnawing in your heart that you’re at the very bottom of the career pit and nothing you do can make a difference in the world. You long for the fame that comes with being a Fortune 500 CEO, a world renown busty musician or even an LCIV chairman in banana republic.

Well here’s something to think about. The Master requires the utmost best of us wherever He has called us to be. Did you know that you are worth so much more than your job and you aren’t defined by it? Actually, your job is defined by you! But be warned, the quality of your work does say a lot about you as a person. So whatever it is you do, do it to the highest possible excellence; even if it is sweeping the dusty roads of Kampala. Shalom

If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry.He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say: Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well. ~ Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.



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A long time ago In a galaxy far, far away…

For those of you who don’t know where that line comes from, I suggest you crawl back into the pre evolution slime that you came from cause the line is infamous. George Lucas made it part of every great story after the success of his very own fantastical adventure about a desert farm boy who discovers his destiny lies in wielding a sword of blue light, fighting his robot father who has a fetish for black plastic headgear and to top it all off, he doesn’t get the girl. It’s called Star Wars by the way.

As you can probably tell i’m rambling on about nothing in particular but there is a method to my madness. In the first part of this story, the boy pulls off a spectacular defeat of the evil empire. We’re all happy. Then in the second part of the story, the empire strikes back at the boy. His robot father cuts off his hand, the girl falls for another man who ends up being turned into a charcoal piece of art for a giant worm! Phew!

Well in the first part of my blogging story, i defeated the evil Blogcks. As you bloggers are very aware, the evil blogcks can stop the mightiest of jedi in their writing tracks. Alas, it has struck back on this naive banana republic boy and quite viciously. For the whole week my mind has failed to conjure up anything worth writing, as if my hands were cut off and i was looking at the bloody stumps dripping on my keyboard.I am reminded of Lucas’s story. Thankfully my father, God rest is his soul, wasn’t a robot and I did get the girl. 

So there ends another useless blog post. I beg your tolerance but one has to do whatever one can, to get rid of the Blogcks. If left unchecked, it could turn into blogckrastination. You don’t want me to get started on that one, do you? I’ll save it for the next fight.

Till the next episode of Secreto de Blogcks…


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This is beneath you…

Sometimes you’re just soaking in lots of reading when something so spectacular just jumps out at you almost knocking you off the chair. It’s as if the Master is speaking to you from the midst of the burning laptop. This is an excerpt from a post on Dan Millers blog-he’s a self help guru with a strong faith in Christ. Enjoy and do check out his blog. Shalom

A Russian priest (1829 – 1908), Father John Sergiev first thought he wanted to be a monk in the remote areas of Siberia – but after a vision, he realized God wanted him to be a missionary right where he was – in the hustle and bustle of the big urban city of St. Petersburg.  While most priests remained in the safe confines of their cathedrals, Father John would go out into the noisy, dirty, crime-ridden slums and back alleys of the city. 

He would find someone down and out in the gutter, sleeping off the effects of the previous night’s drink and activities.  Father John would cup his chin; look him in the eyes and say, “This is beneath your dignity.  You were created to house the fullness of God.”  Wherever he went, people found new hope and optimism because they discovered, or were reminded, of who they were.  Seeing ourselves in the light of who God made us to be is both exciting and contagious…

Can you remember what you were created for?  When I hear people complain about how bad their lives are I’m going to start saying, “This is beneath your dignity.  You were created to house the fullness of God.”

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I have honestly tried to resist blogging about Obama and his victory but finally I give in. It’s not what you think. No praises and high expectations here, no sir. Obama’s victory as the first ever black president (forget all this politically correct crap of African-American) is undoubtedly the stuff of history. Martin Luther King Jr. must be jumping for joy in his grave while the KKK must be looking for lots of rope to end their lives. 

Black people the world over are hysterically happy at the reality of one of us being President of the US of A. It is rather ridiculously cool to be honest. I was one of the unbelievers. It is scary too. I remember some hip-hop artiste aka nigga’s, back in the day doing a video about being in the Black House and I thought, God forbid…Uhm…yeah…well….

But enough rambling. The black guy came from nowhere and won. Hoorah. Lets pat ourselves on the back. Those white people have finally got their comeuppance! Life as a person of color is forever going to be changed, right?


The truth of the matter is Obama has only done one thing that we as black people should look to. He has proven that if you have a dream, believe in yourself, commit to improving yourself and working really hard despite what people say about you, you can achieve it. Even the odds are stacked against you cause your black with a terrorist sounding name and have close to zero experience, you can rise above your circumstances no matter what they maybe.

But it is still YOU who has to have the dream and work at it. Obama won’t do it for you. He isn’t the Messiah.

And there in lies the fundamental problem with his win. The black race in general (not you intelligent people reading this blog, of course) tends to expect things to be done for us, handed to us in an expertly weaved kibo basket. The American people didn’t just hand the presidency to Obama. After two years of effective and grueling campaigns; not to mention all the years working his way upto Senate, I’d say he earned it, wouldn’t you?  Everybody believes to some extent or another, that just like that, our lives are going to be automatically improved because the President of the US is a black man. Let the dollars and opportunities flow like the Crystal in a P. Diddy music video.

Sorry, it won’t.

The American Ambassador was on telly last night. He bluntly assured the public that America’s foreign policy regarding Africa isn’t likely to change one bit just because of Obama. He then went on to say, Obama serves the American people and won’t do anything unless it’s in America’s best interest. Ha! Chew on that one abit. Obama won’t be rushing to the aid of Ugandans over the Temangalo saga, or the potholes or the umeme loadshedding.

So let’s all stop sitting around feeling good about ourselves, waiting around for “ebyaffe” to be handed to us by Obama, M7, or even NSSF. Let’s get back to our own dreams, responsibilities and be the change we want to see in the world. Then we too can stand proud as Obama did on Tuesday night. We are all victors. But only when we take responsibility for our own lives and choose to live them well and live them fully as God has called us too. This is the only way, the so called plight of the black man is going to be improved, each individual improving themselves, their thinking, their lives will lead to a global change in us all. As iron sharpens iron.  

Let me end by congratulating Cousin Barry for doing humanity proud by becoming the second youngest and most tanned president in the history of the US of A. Truly it is the land of dreams. God speed ma nizzle, I luh you man. I’m down wit you. Yo off the chizzo. Holla at the First Nizzles.


Yes we can” Barack Hussein Obama, 44th President of the United States Of America



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I was doing a small assignment at work that led me to an all time favorite poem by Marianne Williamson

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light , not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to make and manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

I first heard part of it in the movie Coach Carter. It basically makes you realise, that the thing we fear most in this life is not some dark evil out there but rather the immense light within our God given spirit. The fear that we can actually be successful, loved, accepted, appreciated. Its actually rather amazing that many of us aren’t even aware of this fear. 

Recently i’ve learned something very disturbing in my personal development. I have a fear of being successful! Yeah you heard me, I’m afraid of success. I’m afraid of the work it takes to be successful and afraid of the way people will treat me when i’m successful. Afraid of people hounding me for money and bad mouthing me because i’m wise enough to know not to lend them any. Afraid of alienating my friends and family who aren’t near the level of success i envision.

Think about it. So many of us have the fear of the greatness within us that we are so good at sabotaging ours paths to success and we aren’t even aware of it. But i’d like us all to be encouraged by this poem. Be brave enough to let the light inside of you shine brightly forth so that we give others permission to do the same.


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