Blogging (2)

I’ve written about blogging somewhere before, and recently, Ugandans decided to share their blogs using the #UgBlogWeek hashtag. I think it’s now an annual thing. Whilst reading blogs, a few people came up with things you needed to do about sharing and using your blog here.

I feel that they missed out on a lot more. Blogging has changed over time and what started out as an online diary, is now a writers sharing platform. The key word here is writing. I love to write, but I am no writer. The same way someone might love to draw but they are not necessarily an artist. I think writing as a skill encompasses more than these words I spin like a cotton roll. 

Writing is an amazing art and when you decide to take it serious, maybe your blog might become something serious, to both you and the readers. Here’s a couple of things I believe bloggers should do…

1. Structure your blog. Every writer will tell you that writing has a body- an introduction, the body and then a conclusion.

2. Your title is as important as the story behind it. Sell to your readers your writing. Dumb found them. Wet their appetites. 

3. Your introduction needs to be powerful and it needs to make a statement. Every story teller/writer knows the power of the first paragraph of their favourite book.

4. Converse. Blogs are interactive. It’s a two way thing, the writer and reader both need to interact on your post. It’s not a literal thing. The best reading comes from an emotional stand point. If I am able to emotively relate with what you’re writing, I’ll love and remember what you posted in it.

5. Explore your writing skills. There’s a tonne of these, trust me. Explore yourself as a writer, technique wise to see what your strengths are.

6. Write. Imagery. Puns. Rhetory. Irony. Satire. There’s a thousand and one things you can use while writing. Like the villagers expected Obi Okwonkwo to embellish a little on the English language, embellish a lot in your writing and blogging. 

7. Edit. There’s something about bloggers and sharing without first editing. Make it a habit. Before you share your final post, read through it and then post it. Have a friend read through it. If they like it, then good. If they don’t, well, fix it. Jesus.

8. Share. Don’t share. Link. Don’t link. That’s a personal choice as a writer. Limit comments, have unlimited comments, that’s entirely up to you. Just remember, we now live in a global community. Your writing can inspire a few friends, or it could inspire the world. 

9. Writing can be locally centered but shared widely. The stories shared can be about your local community, but will be read world wide. Try and think about sharing meanings to local dialects, statements, sayings, and words in your blog. Or let the reader try and infer from the story being told.  Think local, share global.  

10. Good writing is good writing. Keep working at it, and maybe one day, you’ll be great.

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Food for more thought 

Help – it’s not bad to ask for it.

Inspire – you need to be or look for it on those bloody dull days.

Jesus – take the wheel

Kuzooka – be proud

Lemon – remember that life gives you lemons, just make the juice.

Mercy – please

Nora – you need friends like Nora

O – orange juice! Life does not always give you lemons, but if you can make the juice, make some orange juice.

Patience – if you didn’t know, it pays

Queue – there’s a long queue. You are not the first in this struggle they call life.

Resolution – Be RESOLVED.

Stress – manage it.

Tea – find something that calms you

Umbrella – for those rainy days

Viola – have some magic, tada

Wise – everyday you experience something, the more wisdom you get

X – if it inspires you, and you don’t know it, then go with it. The X factor

You – in the end, it’s all about you

Zen – find inner peace. 

Food for Thought

Align- yourselves with people who PUSH you

Believe- in your abilities

Command- you are in charge of your destiny. Change – be susceptible to change 

Deliver – people will judge you for what you bring to the table. Make sure you deliver.

Effort – hard work pays only if you put in effort.

Flexible – nothing ever goes according to plan

God – you need to believe in something

H…I’ll stop here for now. 

PUSH

Pray Until Something Happens.

In my earlier, heavily secular (I don’t really know what secular is in reference to religion) or rather when I believed more in my abilities than the Most High, when I believed more in fate and coincidence, and natural order, and all other laws that apply to our daily lives, I don’t think I had many worries as I do now. 

When you finally cross the threshold, like I have recently done, it’s important to believe. I recently formalized my company, now liable to taxation and the URA with the intention of going big. I was fed up of the small monies I was trying to get because of not having a company, if I may say. This on the other hand has come with pressures. Unlike where people first work, establish themselves and take on the challenge, I have worked, have a little experience but I am not yet established.

The thing about being established is that when you go looking for work or when you are doing jobs, you are never queried. I have learnt a few hard lessons this past two months or so since I began the process and that’s why I say PUSH.

There’s projects that we started and midway had to terminate due to unforementioned circumstances. I have had to lose a friend or two because I recommended someone to work for them and they weren’t pleased with the job. I have had to refund money because the client was being difficult or unsure of what I was doing. I have closed opportunities because I locked some doors unknowingly. But I am happy where I am. I am thankful. I am grateful. And I am all this because I PUSH-Ed.

Life has a mysterious way of teaching you lessons. But God has always got your back. Hey, if you are reading this, I am not saying much, nor am I preaching. Prayer has nothing to do with deity. Prayer could involve mediation, solace, fasting…a moment of clarity that helps you understand your current situation. So, I keep PUSHing, and will PUSH because I have been witness to what it does for you and the soul. It keeps you calm and hopeful and in a certain way clarifies your rather bleak situation. 

PUSH.

October Musings

1. Have the right support system. Trust me. Every one needs one.

2. Nothing ever goes according to plan. Reminds me of the musing that when man plans, The Lord laughs.

3. Don’t forget your God in anything you do, however misrable, discouraging and frustrating the situation maybe.

4. It could be worse. Always be grateful for the small things.

5. Keep moving. Forward or backwards, just keep moving. Mostly forward.

6. Plan. For everything. Plan. It’s better to have an idea on paper than have nothing at all.

7. Do not despair. The year is almost done, and all the plans and resolutions you had are not even complete, or even started. Smile. Don’t despair.

8. Be in love. Uhm, just be. 

9. Ok, despair a little. 

 10. Happy birthday old man. 

The Fall

My mother and I have always had this relationship where we disagree, and then blame the other for the reason as to why we disagreed in the first place. My mother calls me proud because of the way I carry myself around, and yet I disagree with her on so many levels. I don’t think I walk around like I am proud, or maybe I do, or it might look like it but I believe it’s what I call the ‘fall!’

I’ve fallen several times and I’ve learned to pick myself up. I wasn’t the brightest or the smartest child but I learned determination quite early in life. Back in 2000, candidate of the millennium, I wanted to get my into first choice school which is/was SMACK – St Mary’s College Kisubi, and on the cut off point list, I was 13th. I had missed my school of choice by just 13 positions? So we ‘benched’ and after three weeks, I finally got a place. Unlike any school, these were the brightest minds and I was here to compete with them and I did. 

In my Form 4, still in a mental daze, I crossed the line albeit the line was quite thin. This time I had already set my mind to what I wanted to do. I wanted to do something in construction and I chose my combination accordingly. I dedicated my last two years to getting architecture, going as far back as 5 years to see what the cut off points were for the Architecture course. I’ve never been dedicated to accomplishing something like I was back then, and I finally made. 

Getting architecture at the university was a dream come true for me. It felt like the past 6 years were leading up to all this, and I held my head high as I walked through the corridors back at campus. I was proud of what I had done, proud of what I accomplished and proud that I had made it. There’s something about pride that clouds your judgement. You feel like you can change the world with just a mere thought, an idea, and oh did I have world changing ideas. I didn’t know my pride was rubbing some people off the wrong way one of my professors made it their personal mission to show me that however proud I was, I could not beat the system.

Then came my fall.

It was in my third year, and we’d all put a lot of effort into the project. I didn’t believe I could fail. I had never failed in life, not at anything, not even in school and here I was being told that I would have a stay put year. I was failed intentionally. I believed I was better than half the class but alas, I was not the one awarding the marks (Architecture students would relate). I fell so hard I almost gave up on my dreams. Why? How! What? A semester passed and I joined the then third years, feeling like a failure. I started to pick my pieces up, with a silent but resilient fire, waiting for the storm within me to burst, but I had been hurt once, I was afraid to release the storm. 

I finally finished school.  

I still walk and talk proud, believe in my dream, but I know down what It means  to fall. And no, my storm is still brewing, waiting, waiting for my moment. A Phoenix.

Like the famous adage goes, watch this space.

Free Style 1

He sat in the car. It was raining heavily, but he was a man with a mission. He stared at the house as he saw the shadows move around behind the curtain. He was going to do it. He was going to finish the job. Not even the rain or the thundering clouds could stop him. He looked at it in the co driver’s seat. They had asked him at the store what he was going to use it for. He would use it. It had cost him. He had to wrap it so that it couldn’t get hit by the rain. He stared at the house again. The dark walkway that was lit by a lamp at the door was deem enough. They wouldn’t know he was coming. He knew that he had to do it once and he had to do it perfectly. There was no room for error. He stared at the package right next to him. The rain would musk his sound and movement, he had to hurry. There seemed to be more shadows moving behind the curtain, but that was not his worry now. He would do it. He looked at the seat and picked it up. He tucked it behind his jacket. He then straightened his jacket and moved swiftly and nimbly from the car that had been packed down the street. He hurried through the shadows not wanting anyone to meet him. He was hoping that the neighbours wouldn’t notice his dark sedan parked down the street. He hurried through the rain, touching to see if it had gotten wet. He would do this once. There was no going back. It was his only his assignment for today. Do it and be done with it. He had sat in the car, watching the house and the lights flicker from one room to another, watching the shadows behind them moving. He’d been seated for over three hours, in the dark, watching. As he approached the door, lightning cast a dark hue across the door, lighting the shadows. He paused for a moment and pulled it out. He walked slowly towards the door. He banged it once, staring at his hands, waiting for the moment. 

The door opened and the lady was startled. She looked at the bouquet of flowers the husband had in his hand. Quite the surprise. She turned and screamed out loud to the children, “Daddy’s home!”