Monthly Archives: July 2014

The Worst Deaths

The Worst Deaths.


The New Polish

The New Polish
THERE is a hunger that sits in every soul human; there is always a need to belong. We always want to be part of the most interesting, most recent, most paying and now most intelligent.
With the invasion of the social media platform and the technocracy of every citizen in the cooperate world, there is a new twist. We have the followers on twitter mainly because we follow a certain group of people and make certain posts. The same action goes on Google plus in our circles and the connections on Linked in. I won’t mention that we have many in return on Facebook, and we call them ‘our friends’. Do we ever take in to consideration who we take in as a friend?
Recently at the Social Media Day Celebrations at the HiveCo Lab, Kampala, a discussion on who you consider to be your friend and what they create or influence our life raged on for longer than the stipulated time. The challenge is once one is absorbed in say a conversation, one is mindless of who else is following and this is dangerous. It’s a challenge we are bound not to take for granted much as we have a chance to mint more money from the same.
It is a very challenging situation if we take it for granted. There is more we can do to not only redeem the situation but also make social media understood. To be understood, it will involve us knowing that there is a huge difference between internet and social media. It will include knowing what is relevant and what is not for our systems.
But most importantly, the world will (if not is) technologically advanced. Before all the lacing and the buckling, there is need to appreciate how far we have gone in terms of being tech savvy and we should not grow old in learning.a

Let’s tell better lies

A few years ago perhaps, 3 or 4, my legs walked me into this very office. She is the first person I met and she took me on in conversation as we awaited the gentleman, her boss whom I had come to meet. So we talked.


She gave me the history of the place, how she found it very un developed, how she contributed to its beauty and things like that. Looking at her and the way she does her work, doubting her makes you think your mind is very evil. I looked on. I listened and believed.

An hour later, of course the awaited had said he would be coming in the next twenty minutes, she came to the deeper stuff! Herself and the work. You know given that she had been around for some time, with the company development, she thought her salary needed be revised. However her superiors were too slow to see such a small thing. “So what next?” I inquired.

With the trend d of events, “Thank God we’ve met and had this talk today otherwise, had you come like two months from now, you wouldn’t find me.” So I tickled myself for the luck. Before long, Mr. Awaited walked in and we changed course.

This morning I am bound to be in the same office. My very kind legs still lead me there. I had no expectations since in this part of the world, business is business.

Knock- knock on the door and who welcomes me? The same lady who was leaving two months then, how sad! I look on and thank goodness, she doesn’t remember me.

Her entire narrative of events flows back into play as we steal glances at each other, this time round she is wearing specs and is busy tickling her keyboard. Is it because that time I came in late in the afternoon that she cannot talk to me or her pay was revised. No answer, I turn the trigger to myself.

Do we ever mind the words we tell strangers about ourselves, more so the un invited? May be maybe not but whatever the case, I still remember and hopefully, she stayed for the right reasons. Time to meet my host.