Where Does The Wind Blows?

Law makers have become more paradoxic this term than all other terms since the begining of plural politics. The baby-kissers whom we trusted during the last democratic election have started to play with our brains as if we are all unable to think. The incidents which have been taking place since the day they were voted in have proved that the current political dominating system is not that much a problem like what many country-men think.

It seems that many old socialist have a common problem, the mind set problem. This may be due to the ideology the peaceful nation took when she was still infant. For example, many citizens of this peaceful nation still think that the work of building the nation is only done by the government; and the worst thing is some opposition baby-sitters who are highly respected support the notion.

Old socialists and their sons and daughters have burried down the so called patriotism and planted a new spirit of selfishness. The introduction of new primary schools where pupils are taken and returned from homes, where pupils learn the white man language and where pupils are not taught to sing the Tanzania nakupenda song will create a culture-less nation.

Today, it is very difficult even to see a common mwananchi picking up trashes in his or her own street. Wananchi also want the government to clean their environment which is so silly. They want the government to do that since they are paying taxes, what an excuse? The government is people, and if we keep blaming the legitimate government we blame ourselves.

We all know that the ward secondary schools which were built during the first term of the best loved president have a lot of weakness; but blaming the government for making wananchi to build them by themselves is non sense.Where could the government get money for such an issue? Are we not preparing an environment for them to come with same sex marriage stories?

There so many nasty things going on in the country; but every one is pretending to be blind as if the future of this nation has nothing to do with them. The government should listen the cries of the people and the people should play their part.

Born To Fight

A friend of mine posted this note to me and it has really been insipiring me every time i read it

I will acknowledge the fact that my opponent does not expect me to win
But I will never surrender
Weakness will not be in my heart
I will look to my comrades and to those who are a part of me in this world and those who have trained me
And I w......ill draw strength from them
Defeat, retreat: those are not in my words
I dont understand those definitions
I dont understand when things go wrong
I dont understand mistakes
But I do understand this:
I understand victory,
And I understand never surrendering
No matter how bad things go my heart and my mind will carry my body through limits and weakness
Today will be that day
Not tomorrow, not next week, but right now, right here
In your house and in your homes
History will remember me
I will not let worrying affect my cause
I will define myself
I will write my own pages
And no one will tell me what I cannot be
I will never give up
Not until Ive given everything

Meet Your Memory

When you look at your personal history of the 1990's, you will see nothing but a blissful life. Remember a bunch of kids you used to play with hide and seek games. Remember the hugs and kisses you got from every one. ''That was life'' you will finally say

Gone are the days when you had a simple life like that, you have to realize it before it's too late. Just imagine a father or a mother think of being six again, that would be silly. Childhood life deceived us, there is no such life of happiness only; even for the anarchist.

We should have learned to accept our share of disappointment that early i guess. Hebu try to cogitate and see if you can still make your childhood dreams into reality. Some can still do but the majority can not do. Those who can still make their childhood dreams into reality should count themselves lucky.

''To become a monk was my childhood dream. Every one in my family believed that i'll be a clergy man but we were all wrong'' says Donald, one of my best fiend of all the times.

''Some times i feel like i wanted to become a clergy man because at that time there were very few beautiful girls; or maybe because i spent most of my childhood life with nuns,'' he added. Most of us were misled by erroneous experience.

''When one door closes, another opens, but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one that has opened for us.'' said Hellen Keller. If we can not make our childhood dreams into reality then let's look at the other doors which are more promising. It is silly to suffer for what we can not change.

We can not predict the future, maybe one day we will meet our memories. ''I might be a catechist and wear a robe just like a monk.'' concluded Donald.