Showing posts with label photo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photo. Show all posts

Friday, November 27, 2009

A must read

Actually, I am feeling low. Let me say the realisation of too many battles to fight is sometimes overwhelming.

It was that article in the Observer. And, the comments..... Which I should be used to by now.

Anyway, here is a must read blog post that nicely summarises the dilemma of the Anglican Church. And, their cowardice...!

The conclusion is,

But I don't think these arguments are in the end convincing, and for three reasons. The first is that the situation could hardly be worse. If nothing is done, the bill will very probably pass. So the worst that any intervention could accomplish is to fail to prevent what we are trying to stop, rather than bringing it about. The second is that the Anglican church of Uganda is not really part of the same communion any longer as the Church of England. It was one of the driving forces behind the Gafcon meeting last summer. The third, and the most important one, is that the Church of England needs to retain some connection with the generally accepted morality of the nation around it. These days, killing gay people for having sex is no longer regarded as a moral act. It may be that the Ugandan church will excuse itself by saying that it cannot flout Ugandan public opinion. But why should the Church of England be allowed to flout English concepts of decency by acquiescing with its silence in this crime?


Indeed!!!!


But, dont settle for the summary. Read the whole blog post in the Guardian here.


And, to remember that my world is still beautiful, even if I cannot write a poem now, let me pick at least one of those pics...!




Sunday, December 21, 2008

Restless.



I have been going through a funny time.


I would call it rough, but that would be a misnomer. And inaccurate. Ever though of the fact that what we think of life is just not that bad, as we thought it is?


Am home at the moment. Sunday evening. I should be out partying. End of year parties. Kuchu. Couple that I should have been attending. Have not, so breaking some people’s hearts. But that will do.


I am home, seated, stomach is full, mind is alert, music on the radio- slows, western, the kind that seem to be a staple Sunday evening on the fm stations here.


Not many people are having it this good. So I am fine, as far as I can figure it. But my mind and heart are itching. New year on the way. I look back at the old, and wonder about the things that I have not been able to do. Life is passing by, and I do want to have somethings done. A specific something actually. Hoped that it would have been done this year, but, well, it wasn’t.


The year is winking out of existence. A new year is coming in, and I am thinking of resolutions. They happen to be very selfish, this time. Don’t see a need to make them less so. And selfish can be very lovely, in a way.


A selfless life can be little fun.




GayUganda

Monday, December 1, 2008

Poetry, a sweet

Poetry, a sweet
that loses not its sweetness

every poem a realistic
snapshot of life- emotion
and motion somehow held
dancing,
the poignancy of life
captured in words that will
live and always remind of
a long gone moment…

drop of time out of
the whole river and ocean.





©GayUganda 01 Dec 2008

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Kiss of the Sun


A day of beauty;


I stand in the sun, shirt off


feeling its warm caress on


the smoothness of my skin,




It’s beautiful-


the clouds play hide and seek


sudden shadows that shade


the warming rays, and I lift


my anxious eyes, counting the minutes till


they will roll off and let


the sun’s face pop out again.




the sun’s kiss on my skin


what a pure, simple pleasure


to feel and enjoy!




©GayUganda 30 November 2008


Ha princess. Memories of home, enough pointers for you to work out where.