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Greetings blogren. This one goes out to all the men in the blogsphere and the women who have men they love. I think it’s beautiful in the description of what a real man should be. Be inspired. Be blessed. Be Men!

“If”

By: Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

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I’m sitting at my desk with my nose dripping like a salivating doberman that hasn’t eaten in days. Three whole days i’ve had a serious case of the sniffles and yet to my greater recollection it’s been over 2weeks since I tasted the glorious flesh of swine. Perhaps I’m paranoid but it seems to me that everywhere I turn, people are sneezing, wheezing and coughing, don’t you think? I bet your unconciously reaching for your drenched hankie right now to wipe your sore nose, aren’t you? 

Now I’m not an expert in the field of medicine but isn’t this smacks dangerously fishyly smelly considering there is a worldwide Swine Flu Alert in place. Level 5 for that matter. That means like, nowhere in this solar system are you safe. Good grief. Well, despite all they say, I’m absolutely positive that swine flu just can’t be a problem in UG. I mean, the swine is held in culinary deity around these parts. Even the ruling government make no shame in using it as a metaphor when they say “Twa kuuba embundo” which loosely translates, we killed our pig and so now we’re enjoying it. Sorry opposition. But until you can come up with such cool metaphors, I suggest you find your own animal. As Sevo says, “when you get tired of digging, don’t tell the land to go away.” 

I digress. What was I talking about? Oh yeah, flu. My Archilles heel. The one thing that my body refuses to develop any form of immuninty to. Like superman, it’s great to have kyrptonite to remind you that you aren’t totally invicible. Three days of bed rest and Smallville Season 8 reminded me very clearly. But does it have to be so damned inconvenient for a disease that isn’t actually life threatening? The runny nose, the chinese eyes, the Darth Vader breathing, splitting migraines and a vampiristic aversion to light? I mean do you actually know of anyone who died of Senyiga..? I didn’t think so. 

But this post goes out to all the brave heros out there diligently sloggin onwards despite this incredibly annoying and mysteriously incurable irritation of a disease. Stand strong, keep eating that pork and no, you can’t tell the land to go away. Cause no employer in this town gives sick leave for senyiga. Hell, i should know, i’m my own damn employer and I can’t give myself the day off.  

Shalom

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