African Race Relations NGOs set to come to America’s aid Reply

African NGOsIn this age of global village-ness, “Africa” is poised to do its part in giving back to a partner that has bent over backwards for it for decades, albeit with decidedly mixed results.

The United States of America, is in a crisis. It has grappled with this crisis for over 200 years and, in the spirit of reciprocity, it is surely time for well-wishers to step up and help the world’s friend with its own intractable problem.

And who better than Africa, home to some of the world’s fastest growing economies such as Uganda, Rwanda and Angola, to come to America’s rescue over the embarrassing failure of their black and white people to grow up?

It is in that spirit of togetherness that someone has suggested that Africa sets up NGOs to go help America with their own crisis.  Various names have been suggested and yours truly has passed all of them:

African Ironic Solutions (AIS), one well-wisher has come up with. The African Center for the Empowerment of the Black American (ACEBA). Africa (to the) Rescue of Confused Americans (AFRECA). Action Against Racial Convulsions America Aid (AARCA). Four NGOs were created by that forum within a matter of minutes; four NGOs whose acronyms roll off the tongue as easily as all NGO names are meant to. 

True! Africa is really not a country!!

True! Africa is really not a country!!

Imagine how many African jobs that will create with the specialists we can send, like they do with their “expert” expatriates, some of whom are straight out of college and have just been taught in crash immersion classes in Northern Virginia that Africa is not a country! Never mind that all the NGOs would be doing the same thing; that’s par for the course in the NGO world – duplicate, duplicate, duplicate; the more NGOs you create the more jobs you create for your own people back home. Anyway, this race problem in America deserves all the NGOs that African countries can set up to save the United States of America from itself so the number of NGOs is inconsequential.

In a discussion on another forum, someone raised the point that Africa was/is hardly in position to come to America’s aid on race issues when African countries are riven with tribal conflicts themselves.

Well, America and Europe have for decades been condescending to send to African countries their so-called experts in a thus far vain attempt to save us from poverty as if they don’t have poverty in their own backyards. Africa, too, can send race specialists to teach black and white Americans not to behave like savages towards one another, can’t it?

In case one thinks this is mere trifling, a friend from another forum has just reminded us all that there is plenty of evidence of Africa showing our money muscle when it’s in our best interest:

For instance, Portugal is financially held in place by Angola, the owner of Gatwick airport in United Kingdom of Great Britain is African, the richest pastor in the world is Nigerian, one of the only two black women dollar billionaires in the world is Angolan, Equatorial Guinea’s Teodor Obiang funds an annual UNESCO prize, Mo Ibrahim runs a leadership and governance foundation using money he’s minted through the toil of his Sudanese hands, the Egyptian Al-Fayed ($1.9bn and counting) continues to lord it up at the Paris Ritz. Then we have all the monies that we have squirreled away in Swiss banks, some of it frozen at the behest of, yes, you guessed it, the likes of the United States and European donors whose own people can’t figure out how to live together as neighbors.

A tribe in Uganda has also shown that the spirit of Ubuntu lives on which is another way we will support our struggling American brothers with their racial tensions. Buganda has collected billions in just a couple of months to rebuild a historic relic merely by going round, cup in hand, and asking well-wishers to give money. Imagine what we shall do if each tribe in the 50+ African countries is asked to pony in to collect resources to educate our black American brethren in Ferguson, Missouri that destroying the very grocery stores you will need to buy food from tomorrow is not a very smart move.

So, don’t worry United States of America. On your failure to act like grown-ups for more than 200 years where looking beyond the color of your neighbor’s skin is concerned … Africa has your backs!

I was once accused of improper sexual conduct by a woman! 2

No, no, no! This isn’t going to be a defense of Bill Cosby on the rape allegations that are coming out of the woodwork from all these middle-aged white women who seem to have kept it to themselves for more than 20 years. I wasn’t there so I don’t know.

But I can tell you that I treat their claims with a huge grain of salt.

Why?

Something akin to what these women are alleging happened to me although there were no mind-altering pills, expensive hotel suites, requests for financial support or repeated interactions involved in my incident.

It was in the early 1990s, on a visit to the San Francisco Bay area, perhaps around New Year’s Eve 1991 or 1992. With the female friends I had gone to visit, we went off to this house party, in Oakland I believe. Everyone was busy having fun when, somewhere after midnight, one of my friends took me aside and said that a woman, a married one at that, had claimed that I had touched her inappropriately.

I was nonplussed. “Which woman?” I asked, for I really didn’t know. When the woman was pointed out she was standing next to what must have been her husband, pouting. He seemed to be glaring in my direction, too, but I couldn’t be sure. I had greeted the woman in passing when we had arrived at the party and hadn’t had any other interaction with her at all afterwards!

My friends didn’t know at the time that I was gay. But I did. What went through my mind was, of course, that this woman was delusional, but I was also a little panicked because I’d heard about spurious sex abuse claims that had nonetheless gotten men into deep trouble in America. I denied the woman’s allegation to my friends and we left the party not long thereafter since the atmosphere had been sullied by the incident.

What that incident taught me were a number of lessons about the United States of America. The first one was to be very careful around women as your intentions could very easily be misconstrued. The second one was that it is really quite possible for a person to imagine that they have been inappropriately touched or sexually assaulted and it becomes a reality in their minds.

The woman who accused me of touching her inappropriately did so in a public forum, and around people who could reasonably guess that I probably didn’t since they knew me reasonably well, and no one else at the party had said he or she had seen me do anything untoward. Had she made her allegations a couple of days later, however, it would have been a totally different story because memories would already have been hazy and it would have been difficult to recreate everything I did in the minds of the people at the party.

So, while I don’t know if Cosby raped these women, my experience with such allegations, the time that has passed since the alleged incidents, and what we know about Americans doing whatever it takes to make the headlines, makes me totally wary their claims.

Uganda’s Parliament in move to legalize cunnilingus 1

Even in Uganda where one expects ineptitude in high places as a matter of course, the latest attempt by Uganda’s legislators to bring back the Bahati Nazi Anti-Gay Bill to the floor of the House through false pretenses is staggering in its incompetence.

Draft Bill

In what they may have thought was a crafty stratagem, they have retouched the language to call the bill “The prohibition of unnatural sexual practices …” But what they have ended up with is a cowardly, incondite piece of writing that fails muster just on basic English language interpretation.

Take their definition of a sexual organ: “sexual organ” means vagina or penis. (italics mine)

So far so good. But then the honorable legislators have defined a sexual act as “the penetration of the vagina, mouth or anus, however slight, of any person, by a sexual organ.”

Draft Bill 2So if you have heterosexual sex, and you penetrate the vagina, however slightly, with your tongue or fingers, what is that supposed to be given that the only two sexual organs the honorable members who have drawn up this latest draft bill have accommodated are the vagina and penis? Isn’t the inference here, therefore, that one is free to penetrate the vagina or perform oral sex on the penis with the tongue/fingers since they are not sexual organs and so to use them during sex cannot be defined as a sexual act?

Vulnerable? Ugandan musician Buchaman (real name Mark Bugembe)

Vulnerable? Ugandan musician Buchaman (real name Mark Bugembe) would be deemed incompetent to decide who he can have sex with because of his physical disability

It gets more abysmal when you consider their list of vulnerable persons with whom it will be illegal to have ‘unnatural sexual practices’ with: “vulnerable persons includes persons with disabilities, children and the elderly,” the Parliamentarians aver.

People with the following disabilities are about to be condemned to being too stupid to decide what kind of consensual sex they can have with other adults: anyone blind in one or both eyes, the hard of hearing and/or deaf, the physically disabled and so on and so forth.

This particular clause is especially offensive to yours truly for a very personal reason; I know of a physically disabled man, have known him since 1994, who is easily one of the most independent, single-minded, thoughtful, proud, principled people I have ever come across in my entire life. He possesses all his mental faculties and has proved again and again to any condescending able-bodied person around that he doesn’t need charity or pity. Uganda’s Parliamentarians, however, would tar him with the scarlet letter of “vulnerable persons.”

The legislators try to hide their Nazi tendencies but trip themselves with the clause that seeks to remove sexual consent from adults. In a cowardly attempt to hide their real intent – legislating against homosexuality – they do not mention that word once in their 5-page draft. It’s a dud of a tactic that goes down like a lead balloon – showing the entire effort up for the tawdry, backward-looking, illiterate, half-baked draft that doesn’t deserve the time yours truly has spent on it already.

But this is Uganda where to expect even mere mediocrity from our lawmakers is asking for too much.

Apple’s Tim Cook lands a crushing blow 2

Imagine this:

You are walking around town; a smug, arrogant, know-it-all, with a constant sneer on your face because you are the man, husband, boss who no one can dare question or stand up to. Everyone jumps to your beck and call, and you can swat away with a dismissive wave anyone who doesn’t hold up to your lofty standards.

Knowing grin? Apple's Tim Cook

Knowing grin? Apple’s Tim Cook

Then you return home one Wednesday afternoon, only to open your front door and find your wife on the living room couch, in ecstatic  flagrante delicto with the gardener you have never respected and whose name you’ve never even bothered to ask after.

Shock, horror?

When you come to, you finally take a closer look at the apple of your eye (forgive the pun when you eventually understand it), your 2-year-old son, and recognize the uncanny resemblance to the same gardener.

In a knee-jerk panic, you raise the alarm, retching in disgust and anger. The neighbors show up in force, listen to your entreaties, but then wonder aloud how you could have been so stupid not to notice what they all knew all along; namely that the gardener has been the man in your house for some years.

Apoplectic Ugandan responses to Apple's Sam Cook coming out

Apoplectic Ugandan responses to Apple’s Tim Cook coming out

That is what is going on with the homophobic Ugandans right now; they are walking around in a catatonic stupor after the revelation that their favorite smart phone maker, Apple’s Tim Cook, is gay!

The confusion in Uganda is palpable. Should they now hand back their i Pads and iPods, throw them into the lake, trample them underfoot? Should they pretend that they haven’t heard the news that has cast a sobering light on their foolishness? Should they shoot the messenger?

Ugandan MP playing solitaire on his iPad during a committee session

Ugandan MP playing solitaire on his iPad during a committee session

At the best of times, Ugandans are dreadful at thinking for themselves. Given this bombshell from Silicon Valley, delivered on their Apple handsets, they have chosen a combination of all the above – confirming their moral cowardice and lack of humility.

Like the bombastic husband who has finally confirmed that he is not really “all that,” Ugandans are going to try to bluster their way out of their acute humiliation. Everyone is stupid and only us Ugandans know about morality.

But that giant suction sound you heard as they made a collective gasp to Tim Cook’s announcement has taken the wind out of their sails, literally and figuratively.

Now, any Ugandan who wants to claim that homosexuality is abhorrent has to hand in his smart phone first. And then they have to return their designer apparel, their fancy cars, their coveted music as well as their schooling.

After all, what evidence do they have that all the material and non-material things they cherish, their very existence in fact, haven’t all been provided with a lot of help from homosexual geniuses like Tim Cook?

Precisely.

How to come out as gay in Africa 2

So you are now settled in your mind that you are a same-gender loving man or woman. You are happiest loving your fellow man or woman and wouldn’t have it any other way, yes? If you are not yet sure about this aspect, do not come out.

If you are, here are some tips:

First and foremost, you have to know who your important relatives and friends are. The reason this is critical is twofold: the really important relatives in your life are the ones you can afford to offend or take for granted as they will never find another you, or you another them, and they know it.

Friends are trickier because we cultivate them as opposed to being related to them through blood but rarely do we have more than five solid friends the moment we cross the 30-year threshold. Those 5 friends should know sooner than later.

Once you know your important relatives and friends, don’t be two-face around them; live as you feel without talking about your sexuality or throwing it in their faces. If you can’t be yourself around the people who matter most to you, trust me you have far bigger problems than being gay.

Why is this critical? For the simple reason that your committed relatives and friends will never abandon you because they have discovered that you are gay. Never. They will also be perceptive enough to know who you are without too many questions being asked. Let it up creep up on their realization. That is why you must not be fake around them.

Mothers know, always, unless they haven’t raised you. They just pretend not to. Don’t expend valuable time worrying about what they will say as no mother will disown their child on account of their sexuality.

Fathers are often the last to know because men compartmentalize things and even refuse to focus on what’s staring them in the face. It’s why men are more difficult to bring around to their kids being gay. Fathers are also conspicuously uninvolved in the 9-month process that brings children into the world so their attachment to their offspring can be nebulous.

Don’t suffer it as to whether your father knows or not.  It makes sense to hide it from him while he is still paying for your education, but once you can look after yourself, ignore his reaction – he will eventually tone down his expectations. If he finds out at a time you still need his financial support, there is nothing you can do but hope he keeps a level head. His reaction is out of your control anyway.

In terms of how to conduct yourself as a gay African, in Africa, please understand that we are all a product of our environment. Ugandans (Africans?) are not a demonstrative people – we thus don’t talk about love; we show it, often through tangential actions.

Therefore, don’t go blurting it out that you are gay to all and sundry. That’s as un-African as it is needless.  Never announce that you are gay, not even to people who already know – that is plain bad manners. Unless you wish to embarrass the relatives who matter to you, don’t take on public gay activist roles without coming out to them first.

Avoid public displays of affection. Even straight people take it home in Africa so it is pretentious if not ill-bred to start holding hands in bars or, worse, petting and kissing with everyone looking on. That is simply exhibitionist and you will deserve any opprobrium heaped on you. Take your displays home. If you don’t agree with this, try thinking about what happened to the last relationship of Africans you remember flaunting their affection in public. Precisely.

If you are already independent (read you have left home and pay your way in life however humbly), there is absolutely no reason for you to explain to anyone why you are still single. If you are still living at home, past 25, the reason you are still single is that you are still living at home!

Never, ever, project an apologetic air around those who might wonder aloud why you are single! Ever. Gay boys and girls make the terrible mistake of slinking into the shadows around straight people, perhaps hoping to avoid nagging questions. Yet nosy relatives or friends have things to hide themselves. They are thus always looking out for someone to bully to deflect attention away from their own shortcomings.

The relatives who are quickest to ask you when you getting married tend to be the ones whose marriages didn’t work out, whose spouses left them for someone else, whose children are not successful; people who are disappointed about some aspect of their lives and are now trying to pull anyone they can down with them.

Remember, misery loves its own company. Don’t project the air that you want to join anyone’s pity party. Never, ever, act timid or project the impression that you are vulnerable because of your sexuality. Therefore, don’t sit in the shadows at family gatherings. Calmly stare down anyone who might want to ingratiate themselves into your presence to ask loudly why you are still single. As long as it seems you are miserable there will be someone asking you to marry their dull daughter or to hump someone, anyone, in order to extend the family tree.

Be nice, be polite, but be very firm in the way you carry yourself. “When I am ready to get married, you will be the first to know,” works wonders all the time. Or “Is it really appropriate to ask a grown-up such personal questions, aunty?” Just say it in a tone that leaves no further room for discussion. Another one yours truly likes is to totally ignore a question while, however, making it clear one heard it.

You will always get the horrible aunt who insists on prodding even further after that. Don’t lose your temper with her – just let your attention visibly wander by, for instance, turning your attention to someone on the other side of you. If they continue prattling on, pat them on the arm gently and excuse yourself.

Do not trick unsuspecting women or men into thinking you are straight and are into them. You can have a ‘beard’ for show, but that grows tired once you are past 25 which is when one should have stopped playing silly shadow games with themselves. I still see my gay friends running around with women, and some even getting them pregnant and attempting to settle down with them. It never works of course, and it fools no one – just hurts even more people, makes you totally intolerable as a human being and wastes critical time that you could have used to be happy.

As a gay man or woman, always remember that we should not think only about ourselves. So always look out for others; be a good listener if you have it in you, engage in family events if you like that sort of thing, pay someone’s school fees, give to a deserving charity, donate to a refugee center, do some good without expecting anything back in return. If people see that you are not a selfish, introverted, lofty bastard, they are more likely to accept the gay side of you even though they might never understand it in their lifetimes.

If people ask you directly about gay stuff, it means they already know you are gay. Don’t be a bitch about it. Many times people ask because they genuinely would like to understand so it is best to give them the benefit of the doubt. Just be clear about what you are comfortable discussing with them. Yours truly once fielded a discussion with 10 straight people on the intimate  ins and outs of gay sex. But that is yours truly – a unique class act that’s impossible to emulate!

Be knowledgeable about your life and lifestyle. You can’t for instance fail to know that not all gay men indulge in penetrative sex. Knowing that helps one explain to whoever might ask that being gay is not just about sex, but about loving. In so doing, you detract attention away from the more prurient questions you might not want to deal with, while acknowledging that you know about gay life and are not apologizing for it.

Finally, don’t expect everyone to understand why you are gay. So, choose carefully who you discuss it with, who you invite home when your gay friends are around and who you pour your heart out to when your Nth boyfriend dumps you.

Once you are over 30, you are also ready to narrow down the list of friends to the only ones who really matter. Rather than blurt it out at a social gathering , embarrassing everyone in the process, use the tried and tested method: connive with a reliable friend  (preferably straight) to “gossip” about your sexuality when you are not around. Yours truly did this years ago with a particular set of friends and it saved him a lot of trouble; the real friends took it in their stride and the superficial ones ran for the hills. Talk about hitting two birds with one stone.

Hope this helps. If not, don’t hesitate to ask, through the inbox (supakoja@yahoo.com) or here, anonymously if you wish.

Miss Uganda 2014: proxy battle between hearts and minds 2

The much pilloried winner: 2014 Miss Uganda - Leah Katunguka

Knight to the rescue: pageant organizer, Joram Muzira, rides to Leah Kalunguka’s defense

She is a striking woman who, however, should have been in a different competition – Africa’s Next Top Model, Nokia (has it been killed off completely yet?) Africa, or something commercial like that.

But Leah Kalunguka, no doubt full of confidence about herself, entered the Miss Uganda beauty pageant and, to the consternation of the social media talk-e-rattis, she won.

The backlash against her win should propel her to an honorable mention on the list of Ugandans who generated one of the most tumultuous uproars on social media in 2014.

Even if she gets a competent make-up artist, Leah Kalunguka, Miss Uganda 2014, will not win, does not deserve to win, the Miss World crown because she entered herself in the wrong competition; she  is simply too brash, her smile too cookie cutter, her knees too big, her posture too manly and her overall showing too brittle to make any impression in a competition that looks for demure, sedate, elegant, porcelain, waif-thin, shrinking violet but extremely striking “show stopping” women who need no defending because their beauty speaks for them.

Kalunguka’s look is one that doesn’t arrest you immediately, if at all, making her eminently forgettable on a Miss World runway. But all that is actually beside the point.

The point is that Kalunguka is now being pilloried and defended in equal measure over a proxy fight that has nothing to do with her at all.

That fight is between political correctness and in-your-face telling it as you see it.

Stood no chance of winning but nonetheless was selected to compete: Chantelle Brown-Young

Of course she stood no chance of winning but nonetheless was selected to compete in a nod to political correctness: Chantelle Brown-Young

On one hand you have the shrinking violet, let’s all get along Kumbaya brigade who would have the world only say nice things because to speak your mind is … unkind, mean, cruel, harsh – all the things that shouldn’t course through any caring human being’s veins.

Oustanding: Uganda's Maurice Kirya has led Leah's Kalunguka's praises

Roundly ridiculed on social media: Uganda’s Maurice Kirya has nonetheless led Leah’s Kalunguka’s praises

On the other is the practical, blunt, “judgmental” side which takes no prisoners and allows little time for frilly pie-in-the-sky fluffiness when the naked truth is staring one in the face. They make up their minds quickly and have no patience for fence-sitting. If you want a representative of this group, think … Judge Judy Sheindlin.

It is indeed the reflection of the struggles for ascendancy between the liberal, Pollyana-esque, wear your heart on your sleeve world that seeks to offend no one and the stoic attitude that looks at life as a set of vicissitudes we have to shoulder by just getting on with it without making excuses or expecting sympathy.

In other words, should we all be kind, considerate, caring and mindful people who do all who we can to get along, even if it means sugar-coating the truth? Or should we accept that life owes nothing to anyone and we have to make the best of what we have up to, and including, accepting that some of us have no place in a Miss World beauty pageant however much we might want to grace that event?

The jury is still out on that but the tussle has been joined in earnest by the two sides. In Kalunguka’s case, the forthright brigade threw in their lot moments after she was announced winner. But they haven’t had it their own way as even musicians have waded in, singing Kalunguka’s praise in what should ultimately be a vain attempt to assure us doubting Thomases that she was the right choice.

Ultimately, Kalunguka might go on to do very well for the future which will be great for her of course. But it will likely not quell the battle for ascendancy between political correctness and die-hard practical common sense that is now being fought all over the universe, yes even in Uganda.

The battle has indeed been joined.

The Facebook Confessional Reply

Forgive me father for I have sinned. Since my last confession, I have lied ten times, been greedy at lunch, and squeezed out what was left of my friend’s toothpaste without permission.

That was the kind of confession I often resorted to before the obligatory weekly Sunday mass back in primary school. The reason why I stopped doing confession, and now go to church mostly to hear the choir sing, is that at that age one eventually runs out of ‘sins’ to confess.

Yet the confession was mandatory before one attended church service and communion. So, what does a child of 8 do given those sets of circumstances? It makes up the sins of course. Interestingly, though, even when I made up the sins which was most of the time, I was given absolution. The entire exercise was thus a sham and my 8-year-old mind figured it out relatively easily and treated it as such.

Which brings me to the real issue gnawing at my mind. What is the point to a public confessional? Forgiveness from society? Taking things off our chests to make us feel better? Or might it be out of a lofty, but ultimately naive, desire ” for the wider public to learn from our experience and be better people themselves?”

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Can a confession to faceless strangers really change the world for the better?

The commonest confessional today, which was given credibility by the queen of talking, Oprah Winfrey, is the I am a bad person because I was abused one. America seems to understand it without reservation, criminals tearfully embrace it and we are all supposed to sympathize else we are heartless.

On Facebook a couple of days ago, there was a confession of a different kind that startled yours truly. It came from a person I respect and whose prolific Facebook postings seemed, until then, to be harmless even if some of them rather too informative: I am horny, Gays deserve our understanding …  My kids said this and that … I hate death (after the death of her father), My kids’ absent father … Why do women stay with men who abuse them …? We ate fries, sausage and black tea for breakfast … And so on and so forth.

Then came this: “Father beat his pregnant wife of seven months …” To my horror and total consternation, it turns out it is a hitherto untold true story about her father and mother. 39 years ago, when the writer was just one-year-old, her father apparently beat her mother up over the whereabouts of his car keys and hospitalized her. She lost her 7-month pregnancy and he duly buried the fetus before she came to from the ordeal.

… He beat her out of our mother’s womb before she was mature enough to survive. Did she welcome him into the world of the dead with a daughter’s embrace? Did father recognize her? Did he apologize to this unborn child for ridding her of the chance to live as a human being? …

It’s raw, harrowing, heart-rending, totally shocking. But it is also totally captivating.

The problem I have with it is two-fold: the father in question is now dead and cannot give his version of events. Though her freshly widowed mother is still alive, it is doubtful that she gave her consent for this traumatic story to be publicized to faceless, voyeuristic, strangers on Facebook.

If that is the case, my friend, with her peerless writing skills, would have appointed herself to own her mother’s story; a sin of superciliousness surely.

Never mind who I am; I want to be your friend

Never mind who I am; I want to be your friend

As you scroll through the comments, almost all of them complimentary that this horrific episode has been dredged up 39 years later (give us more they exhort), you get the sense that the respondents think it is worthwhile sharing’ these types of personal, painful, lurid stories on Facebook because ‘ it will help others not to do the same.’ It is thus curious that none of the almost 200 respondents share their own gory family details in solidarity.

Welcome to the Oprah-esque world of mass-media public confessionals – Ugandan-style.

Ever since Oprah Winfrey admitted to being sexually molested as a child by one of her own, how has child abuse in America been reduced exactly? As a direct correlation, what is the ratio of Americans who now blame their bad manners and criminal activity on early child abuse as opposed to those who confess that Miss Winfrey’s prime time 5pm confessional helped them stop abusing their children? Mightn’t Miss Winfrey merely have spawned a blame industry that helps people absolve themselves of responsibility for their heinous actions as adults by allowing them to blame it all on their past?

But we all know that Miss Winfrey hasn’t done badly at all, thank you very much, since she made laying oneself bare an art form.

I am skeptical that unburdening oneself to total strangers makes any sense, even if it weren’t self-serving. If one has something so emotional to take off one’s chest, it seems to me to make better sense to do it in a controlled environment where the issues eating at one can actually be addressed with the seriousness they deserve: in a family setting, in a shrink’s chair, with one’s spiritual leader, in a support group of like-minded peers such as alcoholics anonymous, with carefully selected friends … where productive help can be provided.

But on Facebook? Where people you’ve never heard of, many of them faceless, ask to be your friend simply because you’ve posted something they think is witty or catchy?

Only one or two of your close friends should know this!

Only one or two of your really close friends should know this!

Let’s face it, if you have more than100 Facebook friends, only 30 of them deserve to really be called ‘friends,’ the rest are mere acquaintances. If you have 500 Facebook friends, still only 30 are worth your personal time, and of those 30 only one or two should  be privy to how much you hate your job or at what angle your toes curled in the heat of the moment last night.

In other words, there is really what is called too much information when you are “sharing” with people who don’t know you, cannot know you and, therefore, whose fascination with your innermost personal life is not dissimilar to the fascination rubbernecking drivers have as they go past a mangled car wreck.

However riveting the wreck might be, they are ultimately glad they were not, are not, part of it.

Gay Justice 6- Anti-gay Foolishness 1 Reply

Had it been an amateur tennis match, the 6-1 scoreline would have been really bad.

As it were, the 6-1 result we have from the Ugandan courts on the high stakes gay issues lies in the realms of mortifying – if the opponents on the other side had any sense of embarrassment whatever.

The drubbing started in December 2006 when Justice Stella Arach ruled in favor of Victor Mukasa/Oyo in their suit against the Government of Uganda for abuse of their human rights. $7,000 was awarded. Since then, the pro-gay side has won legal skirmish after legal skirmish, losing just one to Minister Lokodo when they sued him for disrupting an LGBTI meeting in Entebbe.

But since that loss, however, Uganda’s constitutional court nullified the Anti-gay law Museveni had signed barely six months earlier on procedural grounds. That was a 6-0 drubbing all by itself.

More recently, Samuel Ganafa walked free after the case against him, alleging HIV homo-sodomy, collapsed. Hot on the heels of that great news, two men, Jackson Mukasa and Kim Mukisa, who had been arrested and humiliated by law enforcement also walked free when the state failed to make a case for arresting them.

The anti-gay side is in total disarray, they have lost allies all the way up to the Vatican, and continue to bleed support everywhere they turn. Only a couple of days ago, the states in the USA where gay marriage is legal rose to 30. 30 out of 50 states is a majority in whatever way you look at it.

And now Uganda’s political campaigns have started in all but name, relegating what people do in their privacy of their bedrooms to irrelevance. The anti-gay law will not be returned to Parliament if Uganda’s president has his way, which he likely will.

It might sound odd to anyone who doesn’t live the gay lives we are living in Uganda, but it is a rather good time to be fighting in the Ugandan courts for gay rights right now. It really is. To anyone wishing to pursue the anti-gay crusade through Uganda’s courts, it’s an excellent time to ask them to bring it on!

One feels like whistling a Queen song  …

I’ve taken my bows/And my curtain calls/You brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it/I thank you all/But it’s been no bed of roses/No pleasure cruise/I consider it a challenge before the whole human race/And I ain’t gonna lose.

We are the champions my friends/And we’ll keep on fighting till the end/ We are the champions/We are the champions/No time for losers/Cause we’re the champions … Of the world.

Museveni lays money trap for Uganda’s Parliament 2

Uganda’s president, Yoweri Museveni, has laid out his stall in yet another bid to defeat Uganda’s Parliament over the Anti Homosexuality Bill (AHB).

Having bullied Uganda’s lawmakers in 2010 and succeeded only long enough for Canada’s John Baird to upend his efforts in 2012, Museveni has returned to the tried and tested antidote to politicians who refuse to tow his preferred line.

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man’s world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man’s world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It’s a rich man’s world (ABBA)

His rambling argument for trying to re-position the anti-gay debate is as confused as it is confusing but it doesn’t really matter. Amidst the contradictions and obfuscations, the president has wielded the weapon he has  used successfully to quieten his restive Parliamentary caucus in the past:

Money.

With Uganda’s Parliamentary elections about 15 months away, Museveni knows that a of Members of Parliament are desperately broke, with their necks in the noose for millions of shillings they owe to loan sharks. They thus have no money to run their campaigns. Some of those loan sharks have the president on speed dial, and vice versa. It stands to reason that the president has a Mikado-like list of members of parliament (MPs) who are hanging on by their fingernails on account of crippling loans they owe to voracious money lenders.  He also knows that the last election campaign was funded by donor money, most of it used to prop up his National Resistance Movement (NRM) campaign.

It is manufacturing and trade that has completely transformed countries like South Korea, China, India, Mauritius, in just one generation. This is what the NRM meant when, in point No 5 of our 10-Point Programme, we were talking of “building an integrated, independent and self-sustaining economy”. We cannot do that without trade. Those countries that neglect that fail. (Museveni)

The 2016 election will also need money, billions of it. The President doesn’t need to tell his caucus that this money has traditionally come from America and Europe – precisely the places where the backlash against the AHB have been strongest.

IMAG1024_1By bringing China and the emerging Asian tigers into the equation, he is telling his MPs that they have to make a choice. China will fund infrastructural projects but is not in the habit of handing out money that they know is easily fungible to also fund political campaigns. America and Europe, however, have a rich history of doing exactly that. Moralize on bedroom matters at the expense of Uganda’s economy. The sting in the tail is that any MP willing to make that argument must do so in the forthcoming elections without the president’s (donor) support.

It worked in 2010, with the 2011 polls looming. Parliament passed the bill in 2013 when there was nothing for them to lose. Now there is – re-election in 2016 which, without Museveni, means certain political death for many MPs in Uganda. Even if so many parliamentarians weren’t financially against the wall, they need the president’s patronage to get re-elected since, even after 30 years, he is still the biggest decisive element in Uganda’s politics.

Museveni is saying he is the key to the overflowing largess needed to help return MPs to their seats. Back me on this or risk being unable to have funding for your election campaigns.

It is now with all of us following the Court ruling. What is the way forward? (Yoweri Museveni)

Indeed it is now up to the ruling NRM parliamentary caucus. They can continue trying to cut off their noses to spite their faces, or they can fall  behind the president and abandon their efforts to return the AHB to Parliament, thereby improving their chances of financing their re-election.

Might Sweet Cakes’ Melissa Klein have a point? Reply

My heart can only make one perfect set of lace, not two!

My heart can only make one perfect set of lace, not two!

I am all for equal opportunity [not necessarily equality as that is a much trickier terrain to navigate – if you want to believe in equality, try pitting the best female boxer there is against Mike Tyson in his prime] but the American Sweet Cakes saga has got me thinking about where we should draw the line when emotions are factored into running a business.

The basic facts are not in dispute: Melissa Klein of Gresham, Oregon (USA) refused to bake a wedding cake for a lesbian couple intending to get married. There was a huge media and social backlash, largely condemning Klein and her husband who ran the shop with her, for being anti-gay bigots. The couple decided to close their shop, Sweet Cakes, and now take orders off the internet and from their home which is where they have migrated the business.

At first I wholeheartedly took the gay couple’s side. After all, who wants to feel that their perfectly legal nuptials are being denigrated by a sanctimonious baker?  But then something that Melissa Klein says in her tearful defense caught my attention:

“For me personally, when I would sit down with them, I just would want to know everything about her wedding. I’d want to know about the flowers, her dress, the centerpieces, her colors, the way her hair is going to be. I would even want to talk about ‘where are you going on your honeymoon?’

Melissa Klein is saying that she has to immerse her whole being completely  into the wedding project else she cannot do the best job that she is capable of.

I am skeptical about Klein’s claim since she is now taking orders online, a certainly less personal forum than in her reception office. But I think she, unwittingly perhaps, raises a valid point.

At last! Beyonce to play West Virginia trailer park!

At last. Beyonce to perform in West Virginia trailer park!

Hers is a vanity business which requires the “artist”  to engage with the client on a very deep level, sometimes for months. It would be the equivalent of a female painter saying she doesn’t paint men because they don’t engage her artistically. Likewise an artist could argue he works only with dogs, not human beings. 

It is thus true that some jobs require such emotional output from the vendor that they can’t do them perfectly for or with certain clients, isn’t it?

Take another example:

What if incest were legalized tomorrow? Would a marriage counselor be expected to flick a switch, turn off their sensibilities and start counseling fathers calling to discuss marrying their daughters?

Imagine that a 500 pound bride-to-be waddled into or, worse, was carted into the designer’s studio for a wedding dress. Should the designer suspend her disbelief and mirth and dive feet first into the job the way she would with a size 8 hour-glass beauty? What would be wrong with Vera Wang telling such an obese woman that she has no idea how to make anything pretty for one so … how can one put it delicately?

Do we condemn musicians who will not perform in certain venues ostensibly because they are ‘too small,’ or ‘out of the way’ which we all know is coded speak for down market? If musicians can sneakily pick and choose which class of audiences they will perform for by avoiding certain venues, what is wrong with a cake maker following her heart and entertaining only clientele she can truly give her emotional whole?

In other words, what is wrong with an artist or artisan rejecting a job because, to borrow from street parlance, he or she doesn’t feel it?