Good wrong diagnosis

Bed rest, plenty of fluids, healthy diet, and pain relief. Are those all? Great! I like these! I like this treatment! I have done self diagnosis of what has caused me the malaise and found its treatment to be too simple a great solution! Yes. I hope it is the right ailment I am dealing with.

"Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint."
-- Mark Twain

Did it then aged 13. The tools then were my unknown reality, a mindset, the pain I was in and a book written on Where there is no Doctor. I compared what was written in the book with Latin American biased to my own and I concluded I had Shingles. Went to the clinic and the medics called it Herpes Zoster. Was given treatment and mum worryingly sent me out. What I did not know was that in her mind, was a stereotype so common about the ailment in disease riddled Uganda. She came back triumphant. It wasn't it. The cause was not that one!

Seventeen years later and alledgingly information literate and using the internet and aware of its ills and potential, I replace my medics. I won't name the sickness. Come e-doctor give me the solutions:

• Plenty of rest: Plenty of rest I shall avail myself;
  
• Plenty of fluids: I wish I could get those organic ones and put a blender to good use! Otherwise, it is the bottled waters, tea, packaged one, ... ;
• Healthy diet: This is Juba, Southern Sudan where cooking is not an option for me. Ok! I hated the junk foods ages ago and detest meat already. Ok! Okay! I will add eating to my schedules;
• Pain relievers: in my case I don't even need pain killers! I will supplement by sleeping under the moon and the twinking stars more often. I will relax. Pheeeeww ...
  

Nsaba pornography at Salsa nights

As a bill outlawing pornography in Uganda is about to be tabled in parliament, one is of the view that pornography should not be outlawed. If the penalty of promoting and dealing in pornography will be ten years in jail, then a certain brand manager of pornography is making pornography business the more lucrative in Uganda. Talk about anything pornography in Uganda , the brand manager might be Hon. Nsaba Butoro. Doing more harm than good. The higher the risk the better the pay!

A Salsa night can complicate things. Imagine this: Nairobi, Kenya. Winter. Freezing. Studious. Telecomplications. Loneliness. An East African student approaches: Hi, Come. We have Salsa classes every other day. Lets go. It is fun! - Remember it was cold and lonely. I needed to exercise, make new friends with the city Nairobi, keep warm, break the monotony of the time and because it was Salsa and a Subaru who could resist this Salsa flirt and a Tinga Tinga ting? ... Come Salsa.

Hon. Butoro and his prominence with every thing pornographic in Uganda might want to come to the national theatre for Salsa nights. While at the show, perhaps the honourable Minister of Ethics and Integrity might want to define what pornography is! A horrible, seemingly obsessed with pornography, might read many Strictly Come Salsa and other art to be pornography and who knows, many could be innocently jailed.

In an act of e-citizenship, one may ask:

1. What is Hon. Nsaba Butoro's definition of pornography?
2. When should pornography become criminal?
3. And truly blogging, isn't the bill just a comical relief for the owls in the house?
4. Is pornography a major issue for a ministry of ethics and integrity?
5. Hasn't Hon. Nsaba Butoro marketed Uganda's profitability in pornography?
6. Would anybody want to guess which minister [Nsaba Butoro] will display a pornographic material to the parliament of Uganda?
   

New South Sudan

A lot has been happening in and around Sudan like it usually happens! However, when one comes across a ridiculous analog age decree so stupid it is laughable and the more, in a world where many lawless don Eden's suit and rags. A New South Sudan (NSS) could be in an offing and in style.

Anybody who has ever been to the New Sudan (NS) / South Sudan and seen it all, will agree that the decree orders 1, 2 and 3 of the Kapoeta County Decree No. 001/2009 is to an extent absurd and ironic to say the least.

Order 1 reads: No woman should be seen dressing (sic) [Read: Wearing] tight trousers and blouses with the navel exposed to the public.
Order 2 Reads: Skirts must below the knees.
Order 3 reads: Boys plaiting their hair to look like ladies is totally prohibited.

Needless and a hopeless decree indeed as long as it encroaches on some freedoms. So, Malesh Mr. Commissioner, your decree is also very laughable! Such decrees will weaken your leadership. And it is not a laughing matter. Some sections of the South Sudan are rewriting history.

African reality in politics of language

A trend in referring to sections of Africa and in typical politics of language is shredding Africa beyond recognition. Whereas there used to be the biblical Cush, Egypt, and Ethiopia, then the Dark Continent and eventually the Africa, the mother of gallant sons Nkwame Nkrumah, Julius Nyerere and some infamous swines, what remains is a chunk merely so large, and well endowed and begging a re-branding ... Happy near year if it means anything to you.

Depending on the type of government, or former colonizer, dominant religion, level of development, integration into the global systems, and even for shear politics, Africa is no longer a continent but different parts of a large district: North Africa, Sub Saharan Africa, East Africa, Central Africa, South Africa, West Africa, and Horn of Africa.

Africa could be an economic power yet in reality she is such fragmented, diseased, over shadowed and belittled in world politics that she is a district and begging.Africa continues battling for better recognition and yet a renaming is not an option. My calendar reads 2009!

Should have been a precision farmer

How does a prince make sure his objective and grand strategies deliver as come sunshines? I read the text and yeah, it is ruthless! For one trained to stand the tests, least it is forgotten, I recall it being said that one should harden without ever losing the tenderness. Whatever that means ... I like it.

In a space of three days, a precision farmer has toed dangerously my way, I had to give an appropriate response and wait him lose the battle. Salam ta Sun Tzu. I like the art of war ...

Early a morning, he faced the so called specialist and it wasn't a square! A look into his eyes , believe, while he attempted to read into mine, he must have read falsely! It is always feigned and he had little idea what I feed on ... And as if a battle of wits, he attempted reasoning and twhile I sought explanations! And when his canon went loose and the two started reading off the same text, suspect grounds, the least prepared had just lost it.

He needed a service, he should have formally requested it, its merit be studied and appropriate action taken. Otherwise, he shouldn't have told us he needed internet connectivity and his way - tapping into a VSAT Modem under a the watch a an information age watch dog. Leave the bedroom and the kitchen alone! Be the quest! Wait and be served! Okay!

His was daring and off could have come the worst off the prince. Wait. While I stamped feet, he clinched a fist and bit his lips! It wasn't a good attempt again because he stood on suspect grounds and since I once copy edited a Precision Farming thesis, knew my position and knew his. One thing for sure, it (Read: Information Technology) needed his agriculture for a better consultancy for precision farming. Take heed. ... consultancies at times are merely delegations of minor roles not necessarily core roles and buying of a scarce expertise. A memo which spelled I- many-a-time-consult-Sun Tzu was drafted.