The stick he used to beat his wife may be used on you
VINCENT Otti might be dead, but Ugandans are not looking in that direction! They are busy talking about CHOGM and how Ronnie Mayinja stole the artiste of the year PAM award from Bobie Wine.
VINCENT Otti might be dead, but Ugandans are not looking in that direction! They are busy talking about CHOGM and how Ronnie Mayinja stole the artiste of the year PAM award from Bobie Wine.
Yet the possible premature expiry of this butcher of the North should be somewhere in everyone’s throat pushing out tears from inlaws and relatives and crocodile ones from Rugunda and his peace team. And, as you have already guessed, the beauty of it all is that it constitutes a learning lesson for love relationships.
Our ancestors used to say that when crocodiles eat their own eggs, what will they not do to the fresh of a frog? If what the acting ex-rebel, Opiyo Makasi is saying about how Kony presided over the last breath of his second-in-command is true, there is fodder for this column.
I have interacted with girls who come to me swearing that this married guy they love is fed up of his wife and going ahead to illustrate, in graphic detail, how he is torturing his wife and how his wife is too stupid to see that it is over.
Some married guys actually release such news headlines to their lovers everyday and the girls fly off to heaven in confidence that the guy loves them and is even willing to make life difficult for their rivals, the wives. They forget that the crocodile they are dealing with is eating its own eggs. They applaud when the wife falls over like the Makerere wall, and they enter triumphantly riding on a donkey, (or was it a boda-boda? I forget what Jesus rode into Jerusalem on) not knowing that crucifixion is round the corner.
Their love blinds them to the possibility that Mr Croco, with the history of torturing the mother of his children, will turn to their flesh when another rounded bum vibrates by.
Remember love is like Man U. No matter how ‘on form’ it is, it will meet an Arsenal somewhere and just collapse. If your guy is the type who suckled the same breast as Mr Croco, history will repeat itself and you will be to blame.
Therefore, my friends, chuck the girl who cheers whenever you hurt your wife; know she is she is dense. Scorn the guy whose mouth is full of stories about the way he is darkening his wife’s spirits; He is a crocodile.
In fact, whenever you succumb to the temptation of narrating to your new catch a piece of history with your ex, avoid those episodes that depict you as a heartless rogue when you get fed up of that love. You may think you are impressing the new one but, in effect, you are exposing your ugly nakedness. Go slow when your new catch is bragging on how she got him begging on his knees and still left him. That is likely to be a script you will read too if you do not run for the hills.
Thus say the Banyankole: a wise woman throws away the stick her husband used to beat a co-wife. Glorifying it is dim-witted because you never know when it will also be used on you.
Yet the possible premature expiry of this butcher of the North should be somewhere in everyone’s throat pushing out tears from inlaws and relatives and crocodile ones from Rugunda and his peace team. And, as you have already guessed, the beauty of it all is that it constitutes a learning lesson for love relationships.
Our ancestors used to say that when crocodiles eat their own eggs, what will they not do to the fresh of a frog? If what the acting ex-rebel, Opiyo Makasi is saying about how Kony presided over the last breath of his second-in-command is true, there is fodder for this column.
I have interacted with girls who come to me swearing that this married guy they love is fed up of his wife and going ahead to illustrate, in graphic detail, how he is torturing his wife and how his wife is too stupid to see that it is over.
Some married guys actually release such news headlines to their lovers everyday and the girls fly off to heaven in confidence that the guy loves them and is even willing to make life difficult for their rivals, the wives. They forget that the crocodile they are dealing with is eating its own eggs. They applaud when the wife falls over like the Makerere wall, and they enter triumphantly riding on a donkey, (or was it a boda-boda? I forget what Jesus rode into Jerusalem on) not knowing that crucifixion is round the corner.
Their love blinds them to the possibility that Mr Croco, with the history of torturing the mother of his children, will turn to their flesh when another rounded bum vibrates by.
Remember love is like Man U. No matter how ‘on form’ it is, it will meet an Arsenal somewhere and just collapse. If your guy is the type who suckled the same breast as Mr Croco, history will repeat itself and you will be to blame.
Therefore, my friends, chuck the girl who cheers whenever you hurt your wife; know she is she is dense. Scorn the guy whose mouth is full of stories about the way he is darkening his wife’s spirits; He is a crocodile.
In fact, whenever you succumb to the temptation of narrating to your new catch a piece of history with your ex, avoid those episodes that depict you as a heartless rogue when you get fed up of that love. You may think you are impressing the new one but, in effect, you are exposing your ugly nakedness. Go slow when your new catch is bragging on how she got him begging on his knees and still left him. That is likely to be a script you will read too if you do not run for the hills.
Thus say the Banyankole: a wise woman throws away the stick her husband used to beat a co-wife. Glorifying it is dim-witted because you never know when it will also be used on you.