In Hitler’s bathtub

If you feel free in the sun you shall be set free. A quote almost taken for granted until you find yourself in Hitler’s bath tub. 

There’s this girl that has been in this bathtub every now and then, the scars that she hides can never be seen by anyone else. When she tells of her ordeal you cringe at the very thought of the experience. Being raped is something not easy to get over but it’s a daily serving dished out by some ‘animals’.

Sometimes she tries to commit suicide but that she thinks this will never let her soul rest especially since her God’s wrath is her biggest fear. So she holds on and smiles when she has too. Sometimes she cuts and sometimes she lies in Hitler’s bath tub and screams underneath the water.

Who are these people who rape and defile children, women, men and the elderly?  Who are they? Who gave birth to them? What went wrong along the way? Why do they do these things? Shall we ever know? Maybe we will?

Shall we kill them all? Shall we poison them or give them a lethal injection one by one? Maybe they should be hanged or slain in a public square? But will it take away the pain, the grief and the self loath or the act itself?

I don’t know but I hope it will. This bathtub is akin to one’s own cell. A cell with just a small window through which to breathe! Once it darkens your door step there’s almost no cure. It’s the most violent of all ways through which a woman’s dignity can be stripped, her innocence robbed and her spirit broken.

I look at her look at herself and feel sad. There is nothing more I can do. Talk is almost cheap! How do therapists do this? Maybe that’s why most of them end up crew ups too. It cannot be easy to relive these people’s lives and try to rationalize their minds into getting over their trumped hearts.

It’s a hard pill to swallow so don’t do it to any one if you cannot bear to sit in Hitler’s Bathtub.

From my heart to yours

Orogot Pamela

Bottled letters to an ex yonder

                                                                                                    An Ex Dude

                                                                                                  A Kampala suburb

A Hot Babe

On the shores of an exotic Island

Dear dude from the past,

I hope you fare well. Don’t get me wrong but I was and will be glad if she breaks your heart. I mean who are you to dodge karma? This thing catches up with the best of us, so don’t expect to dish out crap and get a whiff of cupcakes and brownies… No my used to be hun  you eventually get a platter of shit in your face.

But that was not the point of this letter. I only wished to let you know am still terribly gorgeous and classy. I no longer stalk you either … Amazing! However, will you please try to lay off the local girls, your spoiling my reputation dude? And will you keep up the standards too. I swear I will deny you as my ex if you do not step up your game.

Appearances do get you to places most of the time, so keep up. Why the hell are you going down the drain? %^&*@\... Keep up

Xxx

A not so amused Hot ex

Angeline M

I slept in Mpigi and woke up in Wakiso!

How it baffles me to hear the arguments about the creation and non creation of new districts! I never see the difference. Are my blind, oblivious or is there truly no difference?  Does service delivery truly extend to the grass roots or is it choked along the way? I just never see the difference!

So anyhow, the president decided no more districts will be created. Is this the part where I say aye’ or is it where I say nay’? Confusing for those of us who see no difference whether they create more districts or they don’t, well except the fact that more Mp’s grace the floors of parliament from the creation of new districts.

But who are my to judge? Am  just an average African girl. Maybe the village African girl will have a word to say. Maybe there will be more service delivery. Maybe her father will become a district councilor or better still a district mayor or the district Mp even better her mother. Then maybe her family will be better off. Maybe her opportunities will be increased. Or MAYBE NOT

So the president is going back on his word. Should we condemn him or should we praise him for being courageous or utterly brave (which he is most of the time). And why did he have such an angry look while announcing his decision? Isn’t he the one creating the new districts? Or wasn’t he the one who made the promises? Well despite the rat eating incident to demonstrate the need to create a district! But whatever….##$5

Last I checked in primary there were about 45 districts but now …. I lost count and the interest to inquire. But will I point fingers at my president for announcing there is no money to create more districts? Maybe that’s why the ED OF K.C.C.A decided to tax UPE schools. People we need the money!

And will I point fingers at him for taking a stand? And what about the prime minister who backed him last time he was trying to defend his creation of new districts ( this dude knows how to get himself in hot soup) that’s besides the point.

The point is who can show how the creation or non creation of districts truly makes a difference on the ground before they start calling out the president for broken promises.

Haven’t you heard there is no money ( excuse me I think I just choked). Now where is Kagina?

 xxx

Ayaso

A LETTER TO THE ED K.C.C.A

                                                                                                   Akiror Isha

                                                                                                 AmolateTriple Junior school

                                                                                                    P.O.BOX 22

                                                                                                    KATAKWI  DISTRICT

M/s  Executive Director

Kampala City Council Authority

P.O.Box 23

Kampala

                ‘Dear’ M/s Cake Boss,

My name is Akiror Isha.  I am a 15 yr old girl and a pupil of the above school in Primary four. I am writing this letter to you on behalf of my schoolmates because i am the head girl. A big deal for me so please do not take it away.

Madame ED I was told you are planning on taxing our schools 10 percent of the income they get.  My cousin in Kampala is the one who told me  of this new government deal to earn money for service providence. I recently heard how much she pays in a term at her only girl’s school and I do not think we raise that amount in a year at our school.

Madam ‘ cake boss’ I hope the business fares well if it still exists but the buns are molding over here. The biggest problem with your idea is that if you tax our school, the school will increase our fees to about 20,000/= shillings a term and my parents may have to pull me out of school.

I do not want to stay at home, because my father will make me marry Hajji Omolat and yet he already has three wives. He’s daughter is my best friend at home when she comes back from Mbale senior school.

I heard you’re a good and strong woman and since women’s day was just last week please allow me to pull the sister, mother or daughter card.  However, I do wonder whether you’re so detached from reality because of having fully separated the Law and morality? Or is it that your policy makers and advisers are just daft people. Either way I hope I find solace in the bosom of your well known sense and sensibility.

A hopeful girl

Akiror Isha

ALL THOSE BLOODY VALENTINES

                        

With each passing year, Valentine's day has become akin to a little pinch of salt in my wound! This overly celebrated day is a reminder that in the midst of life we are in death.

And for single humans like me, it is a terrible reminder of our loneliness especially if at the age of 20 something years you have never celebrated valentines day.

What makes it worse is that unlike my 'white' friends younder whose fathers' send them chocolate and flowers for valentines' day, my father is the typical Ugandan Dad; Books, school uniforms and those horrid mathematics sets are what he specialises in.

So i have grown to consider this day that gives retailers the right to rape and pillage our minds with what to do, what not to do and what to bye as very unfair, uncomfortable, disappointing ...for Godsake i dislike the day!

Although, my issue is not with those sappy couples likening themselves to 'Romeo and Juliet'. Nor do i have issues with that fat man baby cupid because i understand that valentines day earnestly purports to bring couples closer together... And who wouldn't want world peace at least for a day.

So hurray, to that saint who secretly married lovers leading to this horrid day but gosh: All that cheap chocolate, plastic flowers, inexpensive wine and who picked the damn colours? Not that i would not rock a black Gucci dress.

Makes you wonder! Do these retailers read their doctor's memo? There diseases that are associated with loneliness and pressure such as depression, stress, guilt that all bubble up to the surface when they don't think about us single people as they advertise.

This sugary day of romance has made me feel like a broken woman from the day i left the comfort of my single girls school that had sheltered me from this craziness. And for  six years has made me feel like am devoid of the valentine 'gene' but i devised a plan to go through the day which i modify each year.

No, am not planning a demonstration against candle lit dinners for two, cheesy professions of love, crimson roses, chocolate hearts and those cuddly stuffed animals... No sisters.

My grand plan is to switch off my Telly, switch off my radio, turn on my ipod/ cassette really loud, grab the latest novel on rage especially in a softcopy version and a company it with big fat french fries or food and a constant supply of coke.

Trust me, not even valentines can take away that satisfaction.

        Angeline M