@wmnjoya I recently starting reading through the annual colony reports from 1902 onwards (UON archives) coupled with Charles Elliot’s book (The East Africa Protectorate) and I now understand why taking a mere apology from colonizers without reparations is not restorative justice.
Obama’s mom Stanley Ann abandoned him by sending him at the age of 10 to live in America while she gallivanted with various men in Indonesia. Obama retaliated by not going to her bedside when she was dying of cancer, and skipping her funeral. That’s the real story.
Letter to A Muddled Son
Dear Son,
Good morning. When you wake up from your drunken stupor, I hope you will read and make sense of this. I saw your message last night about not having money and mooching on your friends. I am so sorry you don't have money. I understand why you don't have money. I also understand your naive sense of entitlement. You think that being 28 is the same as being a 12-year-old adult with the right to drink, eat, and be a free rider. I actually know a 50-year-old who is suffering this dotard behaviour, so I understand your mind is muddled up, just like many young men in your age bracket and older.
Here is some advice for you and the young men suffering your boy-child misconceptions.
While I appreciate your peerage struggles, at 28 years of age, I had a wife, children, two houses, and a car! I woke up every day and worked hard. My own father told me he had sent me to school and given me the best he could. That I should not expect an inheritance from him. He had 10 other kids to look after, so I had better vamoose.
I took his advice, seeing how bad things were back then. I didn't think I was the cleverest human being in the world. Nor did I go around being arrogant and telling people how I went to Budo and who my father was. Nor did I drink myself silly every moment I got the midas touch, which you will find in due course, is never permanent!
I observed people. I befriended progressives, and I continued with my education. When I made some more money, I bought and sold property and ensured my kids were fed and were schooled. I also stayed in my lane. I went back to school and did a PhD. in some silly stuff I can't remember. I think it was something to do with 'Organisational Culture and Financial Disclosure.''' It really was a lot of mumbo jumbo, but soon people were calling me doctor and professor.
Doing this consistently made people notice I was reliable. They gave me deals and appointed me to boards. They trusted me, and my luck grew every day. When I joined Kampala Hash Harriers, they even had the temerity to make me a Hash Master! I didn't lose my marbles, just because I could make people drink beer from their shoes! Indeed, more board appointments followed because of my social acceptability.
By then, you had come along, and I could afford to take you to the best schools. But going to some of these schools was really your brother's idea. It did impoverish me a bit, but I didn't mind. I thought you were learning smart stuff like emotional intelligence and social capital. Apparently, the chaps at your alma maters don't teach that stuff. More like what they don't teach at Havard Business School. They taught you about econometric models and American history. That stuff can never put money in your pocket unless you are able to use it contextually.
Having context means you understand how the world works. It means that you teach yourself afresh about the skills of the 21st century. This includes being a digital native, critical reasoning, creativity, communication, collaboration, problem solving, and emotional intelligence.
It also means that you realize that being 28 and going on to 29 implies I am no longer your nanny. I can't clean your arse anymore. You would do well to man up.
Here is some good advice that will probably put money in your pocket. 1. Take responsibility for your situation. 2. Get yourself a job and get out of my bloody house. We are tired of cleaning up after you, oaf! 3. Find a good gal and marry her. Start your own family. I know some good girls who have been eying you. One of them would really make a man out of you! But you don’t seem to see them for what they are. You prefer the 'socialites' at Le Botti! 4. My money is not your money! Going forward, I am gonna intentionally spend it so that you get next to nothing...
I hope this helps to sober up and be your own man! Go make your own life work. Go make your own money.
Sincerely,
Fed Up Dad
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Kenyan Pro, Dismas Indiza Anyonyi, shot 78 defeating amateur Dennis Kahindi by 2 strokes to win Ugx2.5M @EntebbeClub1901. Indiza remarkably used only his 7-iron throughout the round, including on the greens, while Kahindi playing off a handicap of 10 used a full set of clubs.
What i dislike about Kenyan Media is this kind of ignorance. Why would you even want to put up such a story? Of all the things happening in this country, re-appointment of corrupt state officials is of such importance? Pitiful to say the least.
@amerix I think we are losing the plot of this space tonight. We would like Jimi to get to the juice uninterrupted. I would suggest a separate space where we handle exposés against government officials.
@HillaryGondi An attack is a derogatory claim against another’s character deems as untrue. @MudgeRulf allow us to get the facts. Some of this information is not available in textbooks, news articles or websites. People who have rub shoulders with these people need to share with us the truth.