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I need you

I need you

I can feel
Every move
You make

I can feel
Every breath
You take

Every moment
You’re sad
I to do

And when you’re happy
I celebrate with a song of joy

I need you my baby
I need you in my life

The moments we have shared
I have learnt to love you
As a part of me

I don’t want to leave you,
So don’t leave me either.

I need you my baby,
I need you my baby

By Benie
26/12/2009

Dedicated to an expecting mother…
Just like in the dream.

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Sister, sister

Sister, sister

You received me into the world,
And you took care of me,
As you little baby friend

Taught me games, jokes, stories
And shared with me all,
That you had.

At times we competed for everything,
From Mum’s attention to the biggest potato on the plate,

Yet you loved me,
And still you shared freely.

As I look back,
All I can say is,
Thank you.

Life would not have been
This beautiful without you

May God bless you…!

By Benie,
28/11/2009

For my sis Oli,
On her BD

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We have made 7,342 hits

Counting 7342 hits!


We have made 7,342 hits, and we are still counting.

We started from 0 together and now we have hit 7000+
Am really humbled.

All i can say is, thank you.
Thank you….
And may God bless You.


Lots of love,

Benie.

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Thank you Friends

Akoola’s Blog has got 4000+ hits,
and all thanks i give to you.

I thank my brother Kiiza, aka. kabonde who introduced to wordpress.com …
by then i was thinking of joining blog spot.

I loved the templates of wordpress,
the colors, the format, the layout.

I can say, it’s cool enough for me.

Mostly,
i thank God for the words he has put at in my mind,
and the desire to share my thoughts,
and imaginations.

Other wise,
i would not have said anything.
Lets keep it on,

Thanks a lot.
Benie M,
a.k.a Akoola.

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My Father, the father of my son

Shamim’s Story

To come of us incense is simply a rumor or in a movie, it’s high time we accepted that it’s part of us no matter how bad it hurts.

Yesterday I watched a little girl (Shamim) tell her Untold Story. And honestly it’s a story one hardly tells, but there she was with her little boy telling the world that her father is the father of her son.

She was cursed out of the family, instead of the father… I don’t think the Shamim seduced her father. That is why I don’t understand some families.

What hurt me most is that she is Moslem; her father would have married another woman if he wanted to satisfy his sexual desire but he chose to have his own daughter who is even under age. They say men will always be men but I think that guy is simply male.

I was touched by the story of her life story and that is why am writing this to all of you, she needs our help to be able to take care of her baby and herself. She would like to study, or work, and leave her baby with someone as she studies or works. You can tell that her level of trust is so poor; she will need some counseling to be able to live in a society.

She can’t depend on charity for ever, but we can help her study and get a job that will sustain her and her baby as a single mother.

In case you would like to help this young mother please call, Untold Story on +256-77-2311763 and they will put you through to Shamim or the nurse that is taking care of her.

Thank you.
Always,
Akoola.

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Playing Housewife!

 Housewife (Net Picture)

Housewife (Net Picture)

On Monday i went back home and i found my house in a mess, when i say a mess i really mean that or may be it’s not a word enough to explain what was happening. Anyway i had to send my housemaid packing.

This gave me an opportunity to stay at home and play ‘housewife’, i took leave to take care of my family. Trust me i now understand ‘desperate housewives’ is real.

I had to wake up early than usual to prepare for my kids that are running to school.

Once everyone has gone, i had to clean up, clean the house, wash clothes, wash utensils, and anything dirty around.

By the time am through with that, its time to fix lunch, pick kids from school.

After lunch, it’s time to iron, ironing on a hot sunny day has never been fun… well to me, it has never.

It’s around 10pm and i have to prepare dinner, ‘I have to cook some food, make juice, evening tea… a lot of work to be done!’ i said to my self. However am tired, and yet after dinner i will have more to wash… i took a breath.

I came to notice some things.

By the time you retire from your daily activities around the house, your too tired.

As soon everyone leaves the house you start thinking about their coming back.

You will take care of everyone apart from yourself.

I need to reduce my expectations from my next maid, being home all day is as hectic as running around office.

This story was told to me by a friend.
Hope she is not alone.
(..doesn’t enjoy being a housewife).

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Just Wacthing

The day looks calm
Am am just watching
Taking a stand to wait

The wind is blowing
Throwing every leaf off the branch
Leaving no leaf attached,
And we are watching

The children are being killed,
Women being raped,
Men being killed
And we are watching

Our eyes are blind
Nothing seems wrong
Even our hearts are dead
We feel nothing

Renew us lord,
Rebuild our hearts to feel the pain
Open our eyes to see the tears
Refresh our body to feel the wounds

Help us accept what is lost
Give us strength to fight this wind
To bring back what belong to us.

Lets fight for our children,
Lets fight for our dignity
And human rights

Let’s wait no more
But work each day to restore
what is lost
For it’s us
To make a difference.