They have another king now.One brought here on a boat.For me, they no longer bowThey would defy me for an idea,One they cannot see,Cannot feel, cannot hear Oh, how we’ve fought.
A Martyr Of Perspective
the blog.
Post Lockdown Post
During the inevitable reunion scene in the movie 12 years a Slave (no, it’s not that kind of story), Solomon Northup stands there, choking on emotion and thrusts the feels dagger into the viewer, “I apologize for my appearance,” he begins, “but I have had a difficult time these past several years.” Many, many years…
The Lockdown – Part the second
Day something or other. I’m not sure what to call this part of the lockdown. I’m teetering between ‘the remix’ and ‘the end credit scene’, but one suggests the first lockdown was such a hit, we had to have a little ‘sumn’ added to it while the other presupposes that we sat through the first,…
Up next – Part 02
A lot of people ask me how much the work environment is going to change in the new normal… well, I figure a lot of people would ask me if they were not social distancing and trying to use their phone credit sparingly. Here’s what I imagine…. While we are not too crazy about working…
Up next – Part 01
In case the name wasn’t a dead giveaway, I’m a Ugandan. And if there’s anything we are good at, it’s predicting the future. Some have taken this and turned profits while others are comfy with receiving acclaim. Me? Well, I’m not charismatic or anything and I can’t rock a two-piece suit. So I’ll give my…
CALLING ALL HEROES | 01
This is the first in what I hope will be several posts calling on people to exercise caution during these strange times. The theme for this batch is “Superheroes”.
Behind The Bars | A Short
Remember, Them waiting behind the bars Music filling the air, You wondering…. “Who’s behind the bars?” You ordering, “shots, pints, tots” Them gladly obliging, Serving with a smile, From behind the bar, You taking in the environment, Them scanning and planning, Others watching the behinds in bars, His smile failing to hide thoughts, Hers giving…
The Lockdown: Part the first
Day Whatever, Things have changed. I’ve lost track of time – and by that I mean I have misplaced my watch. It matters very little to me because time is nothing more than a construct. Gone are the references to hours, minutes … seconds. The day is split into; when I woke, when I ate,…
Could be me. Could be you.
The words hang up there – floating…waiting. The person for whom they are meant goes about her duties unbothered, someone else has must take them in and ponder. ‘Someone’ does and looks around, a little perplexed. Is hand sanitizer sufficient, can you count on the honor system, will someone really step forward and declare that…
Previously in Calgary…
Dear Diary,I haven’t been here in a bit and there’s a great explanation for that – recounting events on a day to day basis is not sustainable. I’m not sure anyone’s life is that interesting, to be honest. To be fair, even protagonists in religious texts had gaps here and there in their stories. So,…