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Pine Avenue 5, fate of the banished**

September 7, 2017 • By
Probably the is last I will see say about the ‘Pine Break Up’ because it is none of my business, neither is it yours. There are questions I have been querying myself, like weighing a few things here and there.
 
First of all, OJ Maxwell is a mature artist, rumour has it that this guy never gets annoyed. His level of down to earthiness is so deep it is second to none. How does he do it, how does OJ Maxwell remain so simple and calm, how does he get along with all the car washers and boda-bodas and all those people on the streets? How has he not said a word – maturity! I would love to script his press release, someone tell him, please! I am serious. If it helps, OJ is a devil, a red one.
 
Pine Avenue has done a lot for Mc Wang Jok and OJ Maxwell and the pretty witchtress* (for a lack of better word). The label clothed the artists to a standard they will struggle to uphold after the breakup, occasionally, they also had a car to hide in when they parked to buy Rolex in town.
 
I can only imagine the amount of money poured into promotions, productions, making of their videos (I will skip this part for obvious reasons) and buying awards (alleged). I think the label even bought NTV the Beat shares.
 
How will their relationship with producers and song writers and all those Pine Contracted go on? Will OJ lose the vixen in ‘Catchy Lover’? Yes, the girl who made playing in a swimming pool look like you would not feel cold afterwards. Can’t he Hi her ever again (Ignore this).
 
The second question I would like to ask is what happens to the music? Who should brag about the music? Who owns the songs produced during their tenure at the label? Can they perform it? Can they include it in their CVs, can they freely sing it in their bathrooms? Can they sing it at all or their contracts only allow them to whistle to these songs?
 
Are they even allowed to watch their own videos or they should look away when their videos play – point to note, this label has had pretty terrible videos, award winning terrible videos, someone should nominate them for NUEA.
 
So, are the former Pine artists or rebel artists (I like this one) or Pine fugitives? Should we say they are the artists that got away? Pretty B stayed, is she a traitor, does she not have the blood of defiance or are the two rebel artists, traitors?
 
Lastly, I read the Mc Wang Jok reference to his mother, father and what he is in relation to the press conference and this is where attitude and choice of words matter. And my boy has to go slow on this.
 
Truth be told, partnerships come to an end, others bitter, others not and announcing the end of a partnership spanning almost or over five years like…” resigned from my duties as an artist from PINE AVENUE5 RECORD LABEL. Any business done in my names with the company shall be deemed completely illegal”. Really! Like how ungrateful can one be in spite of their disagreements?
 
Only an ingrate does not thank someone for the numerous opportunities given to them after bitterly parting ways, only an ingrate. To the press conference, please!
 
The title is unrelated, hope you figured that out. Opinion is mine especially the serious part.

Fiction, Prose

Rolex, Cheating & Diarrhea

September 5, 2017 • By

A few days ago, my appetite for Rolex soared and I dashed Rolex hunting, I hit O Café Gulu first because some how all the Langi friends I have, prefer this Rolex to chicken and it is also true they have the best everything in Gulu. O Cafe was closed by that time. So I turned around and went to check on the guy who makes the best Street Rolex in Gulu, I still owed him money for last year’s Rolex, so I prayed he had forgotten my face.

As fate would NOT have it, I found the place abandoned. It could have been my debt that caused it to close, I thought to myself. Adamantly, I gazed left, right and centre. Emptied a few bins around the place putting away suspicious boxes in the process. The guy was nowhere. I checked all corners where horny guys in Gulu park, no sight of my man Jk. I noticed his Rolex table was stacked away just a few meters away feeling all lonely without JK’s hands rolling dough and slapping the chapatti and stirring whatever he puts in the omelette.

Anyway, I carried my disappointment and shifted to the next Rolex joint after finding out JK had called in sick, I could still see JK’s point from where I stood. The feeling of cheating dawned on me, so I decided to cheat from the next street instead. Onto the next street, I found this Rolex guy patiently doing his magic. He was careful and slow just like JK, he did not talk much, probably language was a barrier just like JK. I greedily placed my order of 2 Chapatti’s and 3 eggs, It would cost me 2500 or half a litre of fuel just like JK’s.

This new guy’s charcoal fire seem ‘weak’ unlike JK’s, the omelette took longer than usual and also smelt different than for my main man. The chapatti too looked whiter like it did not ‘burn’ well the way street Rolex should.

I had my Rolex ready after a few minutes and hit the road. Along the way, I whistled to a Rolex song I had just composed, at the same time I guarded the Rolex against dogs, cats and single men by holding it tighter to my chest.

So, I got home, set up Game of Thrones, munched my Rolex away while Jon Snow and the silver haired bitch touched lips …….. all was well till I woke up at about 6 am and my stomach was composing a song, I cannot remember the lyrics but the instrument was definitely a drum and the theme very unfriendly. If it were a dance, it would definitely be the Acoli Otoole Dance. The kind of pain evoking from my stomach could not easily be described, it felt like direct painful insults or like multiple punches against my stomach wall.

By sunrise, I had a pile of blankets aloft my stomach to prevent my neighbours from waking up to my noise and to also keep safe whatever secrets I still had left away from being exposed by this rumbling stomach. One toilet door, I agreed with neighbours would be reserved for me until I had my situation under control. I would also have the TV remote and game consoles to myself.

It was the Rolex, the darned Rolex was never ready and I made up my mind to go for a refund and a free better Rolex the following day!!

Otoole Dance; a traditional war dance performed by the Acoli characterised by aggressiveness and energy.

Photo Credit: http://proggie.ug


Fiction, Prose

Toothache, time (A Tale of two enemies)

August 24, 2017 • By

If indeed the fires of hell exist as described by men of God then a toothache is the closest to experiencing hell on earth. A toothache is one of the few things even the Acoli’s who like to brag about where they are from have no solutions for. It is like your entire body is being pierced by Chinese needles many at a time.

I remember this one time in school when I had a mild ache during the day, being a person of considerable thought and a believer in Christ, in particular, that no weapon formed against me would prosper, I denounced it as a mere beep. At around midnight, when almost everyone was snoring, grunting, cursing, screaming, writing imaginary love letters and others wet-dreaming, this mild ache returned with all the other demons of pain in its tribe. As if to punish me for belittling it. I made the mistake of sipping water to sooth it down but all hell broke lose.

I felt a pounding pain in my head, a spear straight through my gum, I saw the walking dead zombies in 2004 tearing my cavities, at that point I could clearly remember all the chemical formulas I would normally forget in exams except none could help with the pain, I could as well author a chemistry book.

My eyes swole till I could see my own veins or iris in black and white, the cheeks blossomed but the lanky frame entailed, my legs danced left and centre at will. I thought of weed, yes, I did. I knew a few friends who traded that magic pain reliever but I thought twice, what if the ache took the weed and made itself stronger, where would I end up?

I made countless trips across the dormitory, at some point I thought of requesting the ‘askari’ to take the night off and tend to his mistress while I cover for him. This must have been around 12:30 Am. I could have sworn that I saw ghosts hold their nightly meeting, among them, was the King of the night walkers in The Game of Thrones (Sorry if you thought you saw him first). After about what seem like four hours of aimless moving across the dormitory, I glanced at the watch and it was just 1:00 Am, the pain had also stopped the clock.

You see, a toothache lacks an immediate remedy yet people lick the salt, bite towels, avoid beans and stupid ones pray in the middle of the hurt. I mean, how does one resort to prayers when you can hardly tell if you want to pooh, pee or spit out your tongue. I swallowed Quinine, flagyl and took cough syrup just in case their roles had changed

By the time morning laboured to pass, I had gone to the loos 8 times and been productive once, showered 4 times (Equivalent to one week under normal service), brushed using Colgate, Delident, ABC Dent and Close Up, walked back and forth about 500 times, leaned on all the beds in the dormitory hoping one of them had special healing powers and promised to join any religion that would allow me to sleep. I also took time to apologise to the people I had wronged and those I would wrong in future.

At about 5 AM, I was headed for home, 5km away from school along a road which had all sorts of stories including a singing vampire with an extremely sexy voice, I heard nothing of the sort. I did not see the mean soldiers who guarded the school on my way out that morning and I did not care. I just wanted the damn tooth or teeth off, I did not know which one hurt, it seems my entire set of teeth were teething themselves.


Fiction, Idle Mind

An introduction to Marriage II

August 7, 2017 • By

If you are still reading this, there are two things involved. 
1.    You have probably aborted your plans to get married.
2.    You are getting married.

Either way, you are in the right place, I am not sure if you will get the right information here, but let’s give it a try. People do not willingly get married. Think about it, it is the society that wants you to, your parents want it too, or it is a prerequisite to acquiring citizenship abroad or another scam by the church to make money.

The Proposal
This is the hard part, if a woman proposes to you, please admit she has real love and conclude that you are screwed. However, if as a man, you develop balls and talk your way into suicide, remember that you will be reminded later when things go wrong that you made the move. She will even go ahead and tell you she didn’t want to get matrimonized in the first place.

What you will need
To propose, you will need a 750ml of vodka so you do not remember whatever it is you said that you shouldn’t have in the first place. CAUTION: The vodka is for two things; to help you say those dainty things and help in case she says NO to all you’re rattling afterwards. You will also need music, soft music – loud music does not really matter as long as it is not Maurice Kirya’s music lest you sound too serious. 

In your right state of mind, please acquire yourself a knee pad to help with the kneeling down OR ….. Purchase a walking stick and do it while standing. The ambience does not really matter, but a quiet place will get you peeing your pants. If you cannot handle the heat, an air conditioned room may come in handy. Remember to bring true friends around to clap when she says YES and to help open the vodka when things go berserk and never around random people, leave that for movies.

Note: Do not take any of this seriously.