Thursday, 31 December 2020

You should never be good enough

You want to be successful in life, to excel at what you do, to be relevant. In the ceaseless race to the top rung of life’s ladder, you may find yourself ahead of several people. However, some will be ahead of you.

You may reach the pinnacle of your chosen vocation or career and become world-famous but to many out there, you should never be good enough to achieve what you did.

At every corner of your sojourn, you will find throngs waiting. Some were ahead of you but stuttered, and, now stuck, they cannot bear to have anyone else pass them. They will eagerly trip you. To them, you should never succeed, you should never excel, you should never be relevant. They are ready to rain on your parade because no matter how well you do or how hard you try, they have decided that you should never be good enough to get ahead.

They will pick on the tone of your skin, the schools you went to and those you did not, to determine how you should never be good enough to move along in life. They are better than you and you have no business trying to climb to their elevated social perch.

When you slip, rather than hold your hand to help you up and on, they will cut it off instead.

In the building that is life’s journey upward, you should never be good enough to add a brick. They want to own the whole building because they are loathe to share success. Whether they win or lose, everybody else must lose. If they as much as suspect you to be pulling ahead of them, you become an enemy that must be destroyed.

Ubuntu is dead.

In the insanely competitive world of Formula One racing, a Black driver called Lewis Hamilton equaled the record for most race wins on 11 October, 2020. The record, set by F1 legend Michael Schumacher, had stood since 2006. For the curious, Lewis has six world championships under his belt, one short of the 7 held by Michael. If you are familiar with the complex world of F1 motorsport, these statics defy logic.

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On the day he clinched win #91, a much older driver commenting on the feat said that whereas Lewis had won all those races, he was not good enough to be talked about as a great driver, not even among the best three of all time. Many F1 fans across the globe were dismayed by these belittling comments.

To Sir Jackie Stewart, Lewis should never be good enough to excel at his craft the way he has. It all counts for nothing.

Lewis’ response was telling:

“I don’t think you should knock anybody for the way they do things. I get knocked by many people, particularly older drivers. I don’t know why. Maybe one day they will get over it but I have so much respect for the past legends, even those who continue to talk negatively about me all the time. I still hold them in high regard.”

He added:

“In 20 years’ time when I am looking back, I can promise you this, I will not be talking down any young driver who is coming through and succeeding. Because a responsibility as an older driver is to shine the light as bright as possible and encourage those.”

Well said Mr. Hamilton. There is, after all, hope for Ubuntu (Umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu—I am, because you(we) are).

An excerpt from an ancient poem “Desiderata” by Max Ehrmann goes thus:

“Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.”

Postscript:

At the time of posting this, Lewis Hamilton had secured his seventh world title with victory at the Turkish Grand Prix. In doing so, he wrote his name alongside Michael Schumacher in Formula One's record books as the most successful driver of all time.

Uganda Police Force, give us yogurt for 2021

The crowd-control methods employed by the Uganda Police Force are as barbaric as they are disdainful.

At the bottom of the UPF insignia are the words “Protect & Serve”.

On the UPF website (https://www.upf.go.ug/), their vision is stated as “An Enlightened, Motivated, Community Oriented, Accountable and Modern Police Force; geared towards a crime free society” (sic), and their mission is “To secure life and property in a committed and professional manner in partnership with the Public, in order to promote development”.

This is not reflection, even faintly, of the actions of an institution I have witnessed over the years.

Video footage is widely available of the rank and file of the force behaving more like brute beasts than partners with the public. They relish beating people to within inches of their lives, fire live ammunition at them, and generally behave like demoniacs in uniform.

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After each episode of their wanton bloodletting, they have the mouth of Enanga Fred to sanitize their runaway insanity. He liberally spouts lie after lie in front of the cameras while keeping his round face straighter than Lucifer’s.

I have tried to reconcile the vision of UPF and their actions, and failed miserably.

That was until I came across a small article on the Wikipedia website about the origins of the force.

“The Uganda Police Force was established in 1906 by the British administration. At that time, it was referred to as the Uganda Armed Constabulary with the primary responsibility of quelling “riots and unrest”.” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uganda_National_Police)

For the curious, to quell means “to thoroughly overwhelm and reduce to submission or passivity”.

Does that sound to you like “protect and serve”, “secure life and property”, or “community oriented”? Wonder no more. The Uganda Police Force was founded to quell riots. That is their DNA, that is who they are. As they say, a dog that bites is a dog that bites.

It has been relatively quiet since the last major quelling that ended with scores of citizens killed or maimed by the guns of the Force. Do not be fooled, that it is the calm before a storm. With campaigns heating up across the country, it is a matter of time before our protectors unleash upon us more teargas and bullets.

Mr. Inspector General of Police, let your men and women go ahead and spray us liberally with teargas, lest you be publicly reprimanded for sleeping on your job. However, in the spirit of the festive season which is upon us, I have a suggestion for you.

Instead of teargas, kindly use vanilla-scented theatrical smoke, and in place of that stinging pink liquid, use strawberry-flavored yogurt.

Imagine our collective pleasant surprise when you lob teargas canisters at us in the middle of a violent quelling, and as we flee your raging wrath, we get engulfed in the sweet aroma of vanilla. As we come to our senses and wonder if Christ has indeed returned to earth, you drench us in strawberry yogurt. Images and videos of complete strangers hugging and frenziedly licking the yogurt off each other will be beamed across the world.

That could mark the beginning of your redemption, a forgettable year never to be forgotten.

Happy 2021 officers, men and women of Uganda Police Force.