LETS BE HONEST

Here is my comment to an article entitled "Homosexuality: Should culture be a basis for law?" Written on Wednesday, 17 March 2010 by Maya Prabhu available at http://www.independent.co.ug/index.php/column/insight/67-insight/2617-homosexuality-should-culture-be-a-basis-for-law

I agree that the title of the article is misleading and that the emphasis of the article is based mainly on the views of two people-

That there are huge human rights concerns about the bill is not in doubt. However it is still a Bill- However calling for its withdrawal and shelving on the grounds that Uganda has more serious problems is to put our heads in the sand and pretend. Lets be honest- lets not overlook the other issues that the bill tries to address-the human rights protagonists need to be clear headed on this. Prof. Mamdani has previously written that "the struggle for rights is a political struggle" - as such we need to allow the democratic process to flourish rather than suffocate it as i see here...Yes, if the majority is "sincerely wrong" then one needs to teach them rather than suffocate their voice. To do to the majority what one thinks the majority is doing to them - is to basically confirm what Rev Martin Luther said - Black superemacy is the same as white supremacy-

Lastly, I still think there is a place for culture, religion and tradition which should be maintained, upheld and respected. The clamour to do away with those three is to actually introduce yet another culture, tradition and religion in their stead....we should not deceive ourselves about that.

We have seen this happening in many aspects of life and we are paying the price already. I invite you all to read Prof. Mahmood Mamdani article written exactly one year ago entitled "Beware Human Rights Fundamentalism!"
on http://www.mg.co.za/article/2009-03-20-beware-human-rights-fundamentalism

FIRST THEY CAME

"THEY CAME FIRST for the Communists,
and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Communist.

THEN THEY CAME for the Jews,
and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew.

THEN THEY CAME for the trade unionists,
and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a trade unionist.

THEN THEY CAME for the Catholics,
and I didn’t speak up because I was a Protestant.

THEN THEY CAME for me
and by that time no one was left to speak up."

"First they came ..." is a popular poem attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984) about the inactivity of German intellectuals following the Nazi rise to power and the purging of their chosen targets, group after group. Niemöller's first uttered it in a January 6, 1946 speech before representatives of the Confessing Church in Frankfurt

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_they_came...

GOD BLESS THE WOMAN

Appreciating my mothers, my wife, sisters, daughters, cousins,friends...all women...you are my heroines

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V0kqq27wqd8

In the middle of the night I heard her pray so bitterly
And so softly yeah...
She prayed for her children
She prayed for their education,
Then she prayed for the man
That left her with her children.
We, praise heroes everyday
But there are those that we forget To praise
The women of this world.
They don't run from anything
They stand and fight for what's right

Chorus
Oh oh oh...
God bless the women

Even when times are so hard
They are so cool, calm and collected.
They don't run from anything,
They stand and fight
For what is right

They do not run from responsibilities
They stand and fight for what Is right

Chorus till fade...

http://www.justsomelyrics.com/2295494/Lucky-Dube-Lucky-Dube---God-Bless-The-Wom-Lyrics

YOU ARE NOT THERE

She is a beautiful princess
She plays with her hair looking in the mirror at her reflection
She sings for me a new song, dances around spinning
She can sit and hold her bottle
But you are not there

She asks me about you
She draws pictures of you, and writes endless letter to you
She sees your picture sitting in the frame on my bedside
a smile lights up her face
But you are not there

When she is sad she sits by herself
She cries and holds her head sobbing and burying her head in my dress
She comes to me and whispers
But where is my papa
But you are not there

Today she lost her first tooth
Today she took her pink bag to her first day of school
Today she leant to crawl
she learnt to say papa, bebi and tata
But you are not there

...

YOU ARE AN AWESOME GOD

I thank you for your grace
I thank you for your patience
I thank you for your son

You are an awesome God

I praise you-all forgiving
I praise you- a loving
I praise you-omniscient

Ruhanga wange Owamanni
My God of strength
Onkwasire-when I slipped
Onhimbiire-when I fell
Onkyuleizza-when I cried and moaned
Nsiimire-I thank you

You are an awesome God
You fail not in all you do
You change not in what you are
You forget not that you’ve forgotten

You are an awesome God
I see you in the blinking of the eye
I see you in the light of the dew
I feel you in the bite of the wind
You are an awesome God

Forever I will worship
You are an awesome God
Yes you are

Copyright ©2010 Daniel Ronald Ruhweza

BEST POEM IN THE WORLD

As seen on the net

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp--
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash..

There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.

Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.

'And why is everyone so quiet,
So somber - give me a clue.'
'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you..'

JUDGE NOT!!

Remember...Just going to church doesn't make you a
Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.

Every saint has a PAST...
Every sinner has a FUTURE!

Anon

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