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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, Thoughts


August 7, 2017 • By

 Yes, just an ordinary day of the week woven up in so much hype, like the stupid viral #hashtags on Facebook such as #doesyourmotherknow, all useless. To the working class, it is party time, it is the night things go down in clubs, the night when men and women alike do not know who their spouses are sleeping with (they do not always know anyway).  The friends to the working class henceforth borrow airtime to call and make a plot, and yes, thank God it is Friday for them where the Decalogue is treated as an Apocrypha at least for 24 hours before Sunday.

To the men who have annoying, argumentative wives or cohabiting girlfriends they may have hooked up by referring to in clandestine chapters of the canticles, their story is quite different. These men say ‘god’ in lower case and using a relatively soft tone. Their weekend shall be one long, boring, stressful miniature to forget and instead wish for the new week, a new day like Monday.

How about beggars on the streets? In Gulu District for instance, beggar’s day is officially* Friday. And so on these fateful filthy days, on every first, second, third, black or white and last Friday of the month, like seasonal locusts they flock the streets. They spread their hands wide open and miserably wink their eyes to beg for mercy, for money. Old men, but mostly old women who have been given the will to beg even when they produced children of their own, loiter streets with goblin gloomy eyes hoping someone would coin their Friday.

How about we make Fridays more interesting like; only on Friday can one be fired from their work, and only on Friday shall there be no public holiday.