I know why adultery is bad
YOU guys may not know this but I am greatly disturbed right now. But it has nothing to do with America. This place is fine and the lady passing by is actually very gracious. And she has smiled at me; the great American smile. I have fallen in love with Pittsburg because it is a rainbow community, wh
YOU guys may not know this but I am greatly disturbed right now. But it has nothing to do with America. This place is fine and the lady passing by is actually very gracious. And she has smiled at me; the great American smile. I have fallen in love with Pittsburg because it is a rainbow community, whose women are liberated, cheerful, beautiful and concerned.
Here, if an MP slapped a suspect in front of Police, Police would definitely see it and get concerned. The only problem is that many women here tend to have their bums around their stomachs.
My problem is that the US is such a great place to be and so I cannot help but compare and wonder what is wrong with us in Uganda.
When you get used to bad food, you lick it by platefuls and keep thanking God, the provider. When you get used to potholes, you adjust and navigate through as if smooth roads only exist in heaven. Life goes on without any feeling of inadequacy. That is until you eat real good food or drive on a smooth road. Suddenly your previous bad food starts to taste like nuclear waste.
Yes, every time I travel to developed countries and see how clean, organised, assured of services and all effort is made to make the individual’s life comfortable, I suppress a tear. And, at my age, a tear is a very costly asset.
That is why adultery was greatly discouraged through times. The beauty of monogamy is that even when your spouse is full of potholes, you have no better road to compare him or her with. You live with your stale food, within your small world and keep praising the wrong team because you don’t know a better one.
But when you travel, when you taste a better alternative, your eyes open and, like Adam and Eve, you discover your nakedness, the potholes in your spouse’s road and that you have lived your life with kiwani. You begin to hate your marriage and you cannot stop wishing you were sharing the bed with your preferred performer.
There is nothing as bad as knowing where something much better is but, because of earthly regulations, you cannot relocate. Some bold ones cross. People abandon spouses for better fulfilling alternatives. There are Ugandan residents here in the states. I know people who are switching from Arsenal and Awori also saw the light.
But that crossing is not always advisable. Your appreciation relies on the visible attractions you see as a visitor. The compound is clean and the corners have no cobwebs. But you cannot see the dirt in the bedroom. Your lover is better because the sex is better, the caring looks world class and the prospects great.
It is after crossing the dinning that you discover what credit crunch means. Something happens when a lover becomes a spouse and you need to adjust again to the new personality. Life is much more than potholes.
So, maybe the solution is not in crossing but understanding the challenges in what you have and working on changing them. Changing your partner is not easy but what is? Life? Love? Work?
But better still, keep to your spouses and believe they are the best. Avoid peer talk that compares assets because most come with exaggerated punctuations. A friend who tells you her husband makes three sets of press-ups per night may even be lying. Love what you have and keep on working on its improvement.
That is why I am looking forward to returning to my potholed, flooding, corrupt and back-breaking pearl of the starving crown of Africa. So help me God.
Here, if an MP slapped a suspect in front of Police, Police would definitely see it and get concerned. The only problem is that many women here tend to have their bums around their stomachs.
My problem is that the US is such a great place to be and so I cannot help but compare and wonder what is wrong with us in Uganda.
When you get used to bad food, you lick it by platefuls and keep thanking God, the provider. When you get used to potholes, you adjust and navigate through as if smooth roads only exist in heaven. Life goes on without any feeling of inadequacy. That is until you eat real good food or drive on a smooth road. Suddenly your previous bad food starts to taste like nuclear waste.
Yes, every time I travel to developed countries and see how clean, organised, assured of services and all effort is made to make the individual’s life comfortable, I suppress a tear. And, at my age, a tear is a very costly asset.
That is why adultery was greatly discouraged through times. The beauty of monogamy is that even when your spouse is full of potholes, you have no better road to compare him or her with. You live with your stale food, within your small world and keep praising the wrong team because you don’t know a better one.
But when you travel, when you taste a better alternative, your eyes open and, like Adam and Eve, you discover your nakedness, the potholes in your spouse’s road and that you have lived your life with kiwani. You begin to hate your marriage and you cannot stop wishing you were sharing the bed with your preferred performer.
There is nothing as bad as knowing where something much better is but, because of earthly regulations, you cannot relocate. Some bold ones cross. People abandon spouses for better fulfilling alternatives. There are Ugandan residents here in the states. I know people who are switching from Arsenal and Awori also saw the light.
But that crossing is not always advisable. Your appreciation relies on the visible attractions you see as a visitor. The compound is clean and the corners have no cobwebs. But you cannot see the dirt in the bedroom. Your lover is better because the sex is better, the caring looks world class and the prospects great.
It is after crossing the dinning that you discover what credit crunch means. Something happens when a lover becomes a spouse and you need to adjust again to the new personality. Life is much more than potholes.
So, maybe the solution is not in crossing but understanding the challenges in what you have and working on changing them. Changing your partner is not easy but what is? Life? Love? Work?
But better still, keep to your spouses and believe they are the best. Avoid peer talk that compares assets because most come with exaggerated punctuations. A friend who tells you her husband makes three sets of press-ups per night may even be lying. Love what you have and keep on working on its improvement.
That is why I am looking forward to returning to my potholed, flooding, corrupt and back-breaking pearl of the starving crown of Africa. So help me God.