Sunday, January 21, 2007

Religion and Politics

What si your opinion about religious leaders with ambition in politics
Is Maggie political ambition still alive?
Will Pius see the light in political darkness?
Is politics a dirty game  or the players?
Hate the game not the players 

Monday, January 15, 2007

Thursday, January 11, 2007

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Politicians and poetry

"If more politicians knew poetry, and more poets knew politics, I am convinced the world would be a little better place in which to live." - John F. Kennedy

Poem to politicians

Tell me you false prophets

Heralds of deception

What lessons are you teaching our youth?

To bully the small

To quash the weak

To kill

To drill

To shoot

To loot

To annihilate

To prevaricate

Tell me you poli-tricksters

What kind of a world are you leaving our children?
A world of war and death

Of destruction

Of domination

Of despair
Don’t you even care

They will pay a heavy price for your vice?
Masters of war!
Merchants of death!
You’re such hypocrites!
Who do you represent?

Building the Nation David Rubadiri

Building the Nation

Henry Barlow (Uganda)



Today I did my share

In building the nation.

I drove a Permanent Secretary

To an important, urgent function

In fact, to a luncheon at the Vic.



The menu reflected its importance

Cold bell beer with small talk,

Then fried chicken with niceties

Wine to fill the hollowness of the laughs

Ice-cream to cover the stereotype jokes

Coffee to keep the PS awake on the return journey.



I drove the Permanent Secretary back.

He yawned many times in back of the car

Then to keep awake, he suddenly asked,

Did you have any lunch friend?

I replied looking straight ahead

And secretly smiling at his belated concern

That I had not, but was slimming!

Upon which he said with a seriousness

That amused more than annoyed me,

Mwananchi, I too had none!

I attended to matters of state.

Highly delicate diplomatic duties you know,

And friend, it goes against my grain,

Causes me stomach ulcers and wind.

Ah, he continued, yawning again,

The pains we suffer in building the nation!



So the PS had ulcers too!

My ulcers I think are equally painful

Only they are caused by hunger,

Not sumptuous lunches!



So two nation builders

Arrived home this evening

With terrible stomach pains

The result of building the nation -

- Different ways.