A dose of revenge but at what cost?
Jan 07, 2009
THE New Year’s Day was a blast. We partied it off, cheering fireworks like real villagers, singing ridiculous songs in competition with amplifiers and, oh yes, we even hooked up with strange females to whom we swore our everlasting friendship in 2009.
BY HILARY BAINEMIGISHA
THE New Year’s Day was a blast. We partied it off, cheering fireworks like real villagers, singing ridiculous songs in competition with amplifiers and, oh yes, we even hooked up with strange females to whom we swore our everlasting friendship in 2009.
I have now forgotten their names, a natural defence mechanism for the New Year debt crunch.
We need such periodical interruptions like the debt crunch and fuel crisis to arm us with spending discipline.
Some women are developing strategies to make men forget the financial crisis. Those who endeavour to keep you unsure of their allegiance, making you jealous and suspicious of their every action to the extent that you have to spend like you are still looking for votes in Sembabule.
I remember my ex-girfriend who used to make me red-hot with jealousy by spending more time with guys we met at outings. She had a standard accusation of ‘insecurity’ whenever I complained about it. So I quit complaints and decided to deploy my most lethal in the arsenal; jealousy.
It was her birthday. I pretended I was having quality time with some girl and before I knew it, the cake was raining on all guests and she cried for three days. She never did it again.
This brings me to the story of my neighbour, the one I call Toothpicks because his mouth always has a toothpick. He gate-crashed on a crime where his wife, possibly tired of dodging toothpicks in an effort to kiss him (joking), grazed out with another woman’s husband.
As you may guess, he was not very thrilled. He actually burst out crying like a baby, which was in complete contradiction of the times when spouses were killing each other like the NRM in Sembabule.
Mrs Toothpicks was not even repentant; she said her mission had been successful. Revenge! She wanted the husband to feel what she had been feeling throughout their marriage.
And it was true. The Toothpicks have rarely left the village gossip headlines. In 2008 alone, the man had been named in 12 infidelity scandals, one per month on average. So he still beat his wife by 12-1. But such calculations do not work in marriage.
Revenge is a dangerous strategy. It is one fuel that keeps this world alight in pain, war, vendetta and political instabilities. It is hateful, enslaves and can practically spread venom through generations. That is why it is painted black by society, religion and science.
Yet it thrives without fear or favour like pastors in a poverty-stricken congregation groaning under the weight of the debt crunch. And sometimes, it works in hindering crime and scaring off vultures from innocent victims.
And Mrs Toothpicks thinks it worked on her husband. As I write, the poor man takes turns between sobbing and narrating to whoever it may concern how evil cheating is; like he has just made the discovery on January 1. The man no longer has toothpicks in his mouth which might easily mean he has stopped eating! Although he has not gotten saved yet, many of us are beginning to imagine that, maybe, cheating is really very evil.
And guess what? Uncle Kakooza Mutale chose these very moments to get himself arrested for election violence. I wonder whether he remembers the days when he got many people into similar trouble.
Wake up my friends, the word can easily turn the hunter into the (huntwa?) hunted. Roles change easily and that experience teaches better than columns.
In love relationships, revenge is a tool you should avoid. But not at all costs. It can be an effective tool especially for unrepentant souls; those who do not know that certain behaviours can be hurting.
hbainemigisha@newvision.co.ug
THE New Year’s Day was a blast. We partied it off, cheering fireworks like real villagers, singing ridiculous songs in competition with amplifiers and, oh yes, we even hooked up with strange females to whom we swore our everlasting friendship in 2009.
I have now forgotten their names, a natural defence mechanism for the New Year debt crunch.
We need such periodical interruptions like the debt crunch and fuel crisis to arm us with spending discipline.
Some women are developing strategies to make men forget the financial crisis. Those who endeavour to keep you unsure of their allegiance, making you jealous and suspicious of their every action to the extent that you have to spend like you are still looking for votes in Sembabule.
I remember my ex-girfriend who used to make me red-hot with jealousy by spending more time with guys we met at outings. She had a standard accusation of ‘insecurity’ whenever I complained about it. So I quit complaints and decided to deploy my most lethal in the arsenal; jealousy.
It was her birthday. I pretended I was having quality time with some girl and before I knew it, the cake was raining on all guests and she cried for three days. She never did it again.
This brings me to the story of my neighbour, the one I call Toothpicks because his mouth always has a toothpick. He gate-crashed on a crime where his wife, possibly tired of dodging toothpicks in an effort to kiss him (joking), grazed out with another woman’s husband.
As you may guess, he was not very thrilled. He actually burst out crying like a baby, which was in complete contradiction of the times when spouses were killing each other like the NRM in Sembabule.
Mrs Toothpicks was not even repentant; she said her mission had been successful. Revenge! She wanted the husband to feel what she had been feeling throughout their marriage.
And it was true. The Toothpicks have rarely left the village gossip headlines. In 2008 alone, the man had been named in 12 infidelity scandals, one per month on average. So he still beat his wife by 12-1. But such calculations do not work in marriage.
Revenge is a dangerous strategy. It is one fuel that keeps this world alight in pain, war, vendetta and political instabilities. It is hateful, enslaves and can practically spread venom through generations. That is why it is painted black by society, religion and science.
Yet it thrives without fear or favour like pastors in a poverty-stricken congregation groaning under the weight of the debt crunch. And sometimes, it works in hindering crime and scaring off vultures from innocent victims.
And Mrs Toothpicks thinks it worked on her husband. As I write, the poor man takes turns between sobbing and narrating to whoever it may concern how evil cheating is; like he has just made the discovery on January 1. The man no longer has toothpicks in his mouth which might easily mean he has stopped eating! Although he has not gotten saved yet, many of us are beginning to imagine that, maybe, cheating is really very evil.
And guess what? Uncle Kakooza Mutale chose these very moments to get himself arrested for election violence. I wonder whether he remembers the days when he got many people into similar trouble.
Wake up my friends, the word can easily turn the hunter into the (huntwa?) hunted. Roles change easily and that experience teaches better than columns.
In love relationships, revenge is a tool you should avoid. But not at all costs. It can be an effective tool especially for unrepentant souls; those who do not know that certain behaviours can be hurting.
hbainemigisha@newvision.co.ug