Is Your Dad Chuck Norris, Rambo, Arnie Schwarzenegger Or Van Damme?

Quora, an online website, describes a ‘father’ as being more than just a name or a title. “A father is one who loves his sons and daughters with unconditional love. A real father accepts his sons or daughters if they tell him their gender orientation is different. If their sons have fallen in love with another boy, or daughter with another girl, they will still love them unconditionally.” With that narrative, it’s easy to quantify Quora as an American website and that its 722 employees must be white.

Wait up, no mention of: “Being a King Kong, the master ninja and a person who can goof all other dads?”

If Your Dad Was Rambo, Who Would Mess With Him?

 It was shortly after a Shaggy concert at Speke Resort Munyonyo. Kids were larking in the pool while Expatriate Parent loafed on the sun loungers soaking up the sunshine. As we stood by the kitchen munching on burgers with The Mullah who is of Indian decent, shirtless Expatriate Parent, who had a body that was a wrap of Arnold Schwarzenegger, Jean Claude Van Damme, Chuck Norris, Rambo and who stood 6ft plus, marched up and started rebuking Waiter for getting his order wrong.

IF Waiter was scared, I was terrified because this mix of Schwarzenegger, Van Damme, Norris and Rambo, had biceps the size of the steel central column holding up Crested Towers building. If a melee brewed, Waiter was but mere fodder. By the way, I like a melee now and again to get rid of my frus, but not with Arnold, Jean…. I half expected The Mullah to follow suit, but he didn’t. He stayed put, finished his burger then, launched an attack on Expatriate Parent.

 

The Dad To Have: Arnold Schwarzenegger 

The Mullah, is short and portly so who did he think he was to take on a 6ft plus mix of Schwarzenegger, Van Damme, Norris and Rambo? I could see myself spending the rest of the afternoon on my hands and knees looking for his teeth in the grass. Meanwhile, Expatriate Parent’s young son had rolled up with his friends and was stood there with a full beam across his face and waiting for the inevitable to happen – that of his dad goofing the lights out of the Mullah.

Except, it didn’t go to script. In shock and awe feat, The Mullah launched in first with a tirade of swear words – some that I had never heard of at Expatriate Parent. And he didn’t just stop with words. He stood on his forefeet trying to gain some height then, stretched his arm out and wagged his index finger literally millimeters from Expatriate Parent’s eyes, while continuing with the onslaught of swear words.

Jean Claude Van Damme Can Goof The Life Out Of All Other Dads

When the dust settled, you could almost hear a pin drop on the grass. Expatriate Parent glared down at The Mullah and The Mullah scowled back at him. Expatriate Son looked on waiting for his dad to unleash the mother of all punches while Waiter who was being berated was long gone. On the other hand, I thought of pulling at The Mullah’s shirt and urging him to walk away but the unthinkable happened.

Expatriate Parent simply broke into tears! In a matter of seconds, he had deflated from a muscled body, to a scrawny and feeble one – almost akin to that of India’s Mahatma Gandhi.

Then he blubbered about how much he had to drink the previous night and how sorry he was. If there was ever just cause for Expatriate Son to divorce his dad as they are so fond of doing when they feel let down, it was then. I mean, how does a portly short man, shame your dad who, has a combo of a Schwarzenegger, Van Damme, Norris and Rambo body in front of your friends?

 

Nothing Gets In The Way Of Chuck Norris

Perhaps, that’s the reason why Quora makes no mention of: “Being a King Kong, the master ninja and a person who can goof all other dads” in its definition of fatherhood?   

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Expelled From School And Sent to Prison

I was fortunate enough, that during my academic career, I was never suspended or expelled from school – not because I was a good boy who towed the line, but because I was never caught. There was a band of us at The Grange School in Kenya, who were always that one step ahead of Mr. Layfield, the headmaster. I could list the names of my partners in crime and the ‘offences’ we committed, but I shudder at the thought of what dad – Mr. Bukumunhe that is, or their parents would say.

The Grange School, Limuru, Kenya

By the time I met Jeremy Whitfield at school in England, he had been suspended from six schools and expelled from four. If that was not ‘achievement’ enough, he had a list of petty criminal convictions to his name and guess what, he was barely 17-years-old!

The first time I saw him in action with the schools authorities was in the chemistry lab. He had an altercation with Teacher that saw him lose his rag. Short of starting a bonfire in the lab that necessitated the fire brigade and police being called, he threatened to cut out Teacher’s heart and feed it to the dogs.

If I recall, they caged him in a juvenile detention center for a couple of weeks before being released back into society and school. When he came back, obviously the school’s administration was on bunkenke but remarkably enough, he towed the line – for almost a month until a squad of police cars pulled up outside the school during lunch.

What startled, is the disorder in the dining room with Jeremy making a run for it - to the nearest exit and fleeing down a back alleyway. But amusingly enough, it wasn’t only Jeremy who fled. Ten others also fled and as did a number of black males who sported dreadlocks.

Entertainingly enough, once the dust settled, it dawned that the police hadn’t stormed though the school gates to make arrests. On looking out the French bay windows, they had turned up on other business – to a house across the street which, we later found out was being used as a marijuana and cocaine smoking house.

British Police Carrying Out A Raid

And all went back to normal until the police turned up yet again and on friendly terms to lecture on drug abuse. It was an insightful talk especially the part about being able to detect if somebody is on drugs – glazed all over eyes, needle marks and pimples.

After that lecture, Jeremy and a number of others didn’t show up at school for a while. We later found out that they had been ‘suspended’, and were helping the police with their enquiries in an issue over ‘handling stolen property’. It turns out that Jeremy’s brother – who was expelled from school when he was barely in his teens, was in a gang that had ripped of a truck at a service station on the M6 motorway and made off with electronics.

An Expulsion Letter

When Jeremy returned from his ‘suspension’ he looked a frightful sight – withdrawn, almost a recluse. And almost as soon as he returned, things started to go missing. A computer went missing from the computer lab as did some chemicals from the chemistry club.

The writing on the wall or rather his expulsion from school came late afternoon when police walked in during a geography lesson I think it was, and stood just inside the door talking to the lecturer.

Almost immediately, the entire class turned round and looked at Jeremy who, in a futile attempt was trying to shield his face. He didn’t struggle as they led him away and it was the last time we ever saw him. 

Her Majesty's Prison, Morland In Yorkshire

We did later learn he was sent to jail at Her Majesty's Prison - Moorland, for 8-years. 


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We All Have A Judas In Our Circles

Jonathan is an amiable man of good heart, character and is always there when friends need a bail out. Since his move to Uganda from across the border, he has integrated well into Ugandan society and has even taken on a Ugandan wife. In the build up to his wedding, friends rallied round him especially, Judas because that’s what he is – Judas, except then, we didn’t know he was.

Judas, was a groomsman at the wedding which, shows just how much faith Jonathan had in him. Months after the wedding, Judas fell on hard times. And what did Jonathan do about it? He took him in – as in, accommodated him in his house, fed him and clothed him.

Everything went well until one evening whilst he was upcountry, Wifey called announcing Judas had outlived his welcome and needed to go. However, Jonathan, was having none of it. Judas was his friend, his tight and it was he who had invited him to stay, so it was he to decide when Judas was to go and not Wifey.

With that, Wifey passed on well over 100 WhatsApp messages from Judas to her – sent whenever Jonathan had travelled upcountry. I am sure by now you can guess where this is headed – don’t you? Judas, was hitting on Wifey. One of the messages read something along the lines of: “Why do you lock your bedroom door? Don’t you not hear me knocking at night?” Another in part read: “Please open up, I am standing outside the door.”

Let’s pause a minute to digest. It’s past 2:30am, so what would Judas be wanting with Wifey at that hour that can’t wait until the following day? Well, the only ‘talking’ Judas had in mind was between his legs - as in sleeping with his friend’s wife. Is there any need to tell you that the s**t hit the fan? When Judas realized that the game was up, he had the common sense to flee the crib before Jonathan came back from his travels. Of course, he attempted some pathetic attempt at an apology, but it was beyond that. The damage had been done and they have never spoken to each other since. By the way, Judas is still on hard times – years after the incident.

When Matthew started dating, he would hang out with Squeeze along Ggaba Road – Moto Moto, Miki’s Pub and Attic before it moved to its new location and occasionally in Soya. Everybody knew – including his friends that Tall Girl was Matthews’s girl.

On one occasion at Soya, whilst Tall Girl was with her sister, Jonathan called Waitress telling her to buy them drinks and if they would care to join him. Before Waitress placed the order, she cautioned him saying: “You can buy them a drink, but note, they ‘belong’ to Matthew. Jonathan didn’t have to think twice as to what that meant. He quickly finished his drink and left. The message was very explicit – Tall Girl was spoken for and he was not bound to do a Judas on his friend Matthew, as had been done to him.

Okay, so Jonathan didn’t know Tall Girl was spoken for, but he did the honorable thing when he found out – he left her alone. But Matthew’s other ‘friends’ were not as honorable as Jonathan for he says, whenever he went to the washrooms, upon his return, he always caught somebody scurrying off from the table.

He adds: “It would have been easier to grasp had it been a random who, didn’t know the status quo that was trying to hit on her, but when it’s a tight friend from the inner core, it’s a bitter pill to swallow. Now, I have no idea which, of my friends is genuine. If we can’t trust our inner circle, then who do we trust?”     

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When A Bout Of Temporary Insanity Hits....

There are, many out there, who don’t grasp the concept of ‘tongue-in-cheek humour’ and take what is written, as a direct attack. In this ramble, I expect many to do just that - take what I have written as a direct attack, but what the heck.

Until a few weeks ago, I’d never heard of Vincent Ssempijja. Leafing through his profile, nothing is out of the ordinary especially when it comes to education, for he holds a Master of Arts in Public Administration. He has also held a number of government jobs that today, he is the minister of agriculture.

Vincent Ssempijja

On the other hand, I have heard of Salva Kiir, the current president of South Sudan. Unlike Ssempijja, Kiir is known because of the Stetson he wears wherever he goes – even to bed most probably. Looking at his Wikipedia profile, there is no mention of his education except, somewhere in his teens, he joined the Anyanya battalion in the first Sudanese civil war.

So how do Ssempijja and Kiir connect? They both made utterances when the brain was not connected or plugged in. In other words, ‘the wires’ were off.

Ssempijja decided he wants to issue all animals with birth certificates – that “every calf will be given a certificate at birth." The registration targets domestic animals including, cows, sheep, goats, pigs among others. For the record, a birth certificate is a vital record that documents the birth of a person. In this case, won’t farmers be in a fix, because the legal portion of the certificate shows the child's name, date of birth, parents’ names, sex, place-of-birth of the child, father’s name, place-of-birth, mother’s name, place-of-birth and occupation among others. So how are farmers supposed to determine which bull in the kraal sired the calf?

Is This What The Certificate Will Look Like?

On the other hand, Kiir directed that the country’s national anthem does not belong to the nation or its nationals, but to him alone as president. You see, Kiir is peeved off that everybody is playing it and he can’t understand why so he sent his information minister to issue a statement that in part reads: “For the information of everybody, the national anthem is for the president, and functions attended by him.” Hmm. Next, is he going to say the national flag and treasury belong to him too? And their anthem won’t get played at sporting events overseas.

Salva Kiir

Of course, I think both Kiir and Ssempijja belong in strait jackets and locked up in sound proof rooms so nobody can hear them. However, there is a loop hole that might just allow them to continue uttering their nonsensical utterances and that’s by pleading temporary insanity.

If they plead that, the law requires that Ssempijja and Kiir be evaluated by competent mental health professionals - like the men in white coats at Butabika Hospital. After completing a psychiatric evaluation, Shrink will testify regarding their probable mental state at the time they made the unfortunate utterances.

The testimony of Shrink who examined Ssempijja and Kiir must, answer the questions of law, and allow the public to decide whether the testimony and other evidence in the case allow for a finding of temporary insanity. Those questions that must be answered by the expert witness include:

·       Were Kiir and Ssempijja unable to tell right from wrong, or did not understand that what they said was stupid, irresponsible and thoughtless because of a psychiatric or psychological illness?

·      Were Kiir and Ssempijja, because of psychiatric illness, were unable to control their impulsive behaviour and spoke without engaging brain first?

·     Because of a specifically diagnosed mental illness, Kiir and Ssempijja could not understand the public ridicule and outcry of their actions.

The Men In White Coats

While Shrink has yet to make his findings public, the men in white coats are on standby to cart them away. 

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