I haven't had access to the internet for a while now and sometimes I really do feel like the world's passed me by. Other times I am happy not to have any access, there's some kind of implied seriousness when you tell you're friends that you're too busy to get online. There's an underlying 'am too mature and too busy for social networks' that's in there somewhere that makes me feel a bit better about my missing out. Either way I do miss blogging or\\and writing notes on Facebook, simply because it got me writing because at the moment I am not writing at all.
So these days I have several disconnected thoughts swimming in my head, begging to come out, and how can I say no to that??
So here goes...
I call it over compensating...
Have you ever noticed that people always seem to try and make up for what they think they have lost in some way even when they really haven't lost anything. I know you're probably confused already but I'll try and give you a picture. Have you ever noticed that a black girl that's dating/is married to a White guy, will probably insist on having her hair natural, wear African print every so often and spend at least half her time talking about how the White man has taken advantage of Africans. Is it me or is it some kind of over compensation because maybe they feel they've lost something by being with someone White? They think they've lost some of their Africanness maybe?? Whatever the reason, I just don't get it!
What is it with Ugandan Arts and Accents?
I m a writer. Yea, l guess I can say that now and of late I've met a bunch of people in the Arts that are so good at what they do, you can't help but admire them. There's just one thing that won't stop bugging me, practically everyone of them has a forced foreign accent. I guess all am asking is, Why do we write poetry about being proud to be African and then recite it in a forced American accent?
It's not your fight to fight
So am sure you've heard of 'The River and the Mountain', the play staged in Uganda about a gay guy and how the playwright was arrested. I don't have full details but apparently his arrest was due to the fact that the play promoted homosexuality. I know that the whole thing with the playwright getting arrested is supposed to be somehow heroic but why doesn't it seem that way to me. It's not even because I am anti homosexuality, it's more because for me something about it screams trying too hard. Trying to look for something controversial and doing it maybe for attention? Am not sure. Anyways, there's a part in Chimamanda's Half of a Yellow sun where she makes a strong point about who should be telling the African story. Africans, not anyone else. In my opinion if indeed there's a need for this fight that he was trying to fight, it's not his to fight, it's ours.
They said the buildings were temporary...
And so Centenary park went down, and people said "Why did they do that?The buildings were actually temporary!" Well, then no one should mind if they go down, they are TEMPORARY after all!
Enough of my thoughts for now, too sleepy now, hopefully I'll be blogging again soon.