in my imagination
There once lived a chicken who had a pig friend. She used to tell the pig her egg troubles every day. The master eats my eggs every day I am so sick and tired of this farm, she would lament.
The pig always encouraged her to stay strong and keep on. One day as usual she came to wine and lament but did not find the pig in a good mood. You keep complaining every day but I have kept this to myself for a long time, in a weeks time our master has a pork party, said the pig.
The Cobra Effect is a situation where an attempted solution to a problem makes the problem worse. It originated from an anecdote in which a government offered a reward for dëad cobras to reduce their population, but people started breeding cobras to claim the reward, ultimately exacerbating the issue when the reward program was canceled. People abandoned the Cobras and they became very many. There is a lesson in there about critical thinking. Think about all possibilities
When we were much much younger there used to be a mad man called Kasule who used to walk around with rugs and rubbish. We were always told to ask him to bless us so we would ask him to bless us and he would mumble out some words. Gibberish. I think that guys blessings are the reason for all the bad things in my life. Not really. Any how who would ask a mad man to bless them. Those who were ahead of us ill informed us. Surely we were mis guided. If only those people knew God then maybe we would have gone to the right places.
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked,
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich–yes, richer than a king–
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the marketplace I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture, now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me. The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went. Then the merchant went down to the marketplace and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, Why did you make a threating getsture to my servant when you saw him this morning? That was not a threatening gesture, I said, it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Bagdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.
I vividly remember we were heading to the village with dad then a tune from the 70s came on the stereo. Sweet mother I will never forget you for the suffering you suffered for me yeye. He told me. Wen I was still young I used to sing that song then he started singing it word by word. Probably it had an attachment to his mother. Any how I would never blame him because their love is out of this world I have my song also. Thank you mama by sizzla
Say one time. So one time we were sharing the most interesting stories of our lives and this friend of mine shared the story of how she went to the village and she was welcomed with a hot cup of tea. She enjoyed it and even took more. Later in the evening she was told that her water for showering was ready so she went into the make shift bathroom and found mad in a basin. She came back to ask for the water and she was told that was it. A shiver ran through her body. I can’t shower in that mad. The host laughed and told her you have just been drinking it. This story is about purity at the source. If the river is pure at the source then the course should be fine. If Christ is placed at the source then you should be assured of clean water. I need to see the source of the nile.
A story is told of a girl who was abandoned by her mother on the street. So she used to sleep in the gutters and ate garbage.
One day an orphanage picked her from the streets. It so happened that that day an old couple wanted to adopt a child ftom that orphanage. As soon as she got in she got busy and cleaned all the children and prepared them. Soon the couple came. They chatted with all the children one by one till all were done. She was new so she was not part of those to choose from but she watched from the side. She had never had a father so she looked at the guy mostly.
After seeing all the children the couple thought they had not found what they wanted. Then the guy saw her. Very dirty with a filthy smell from the gutters. She had some company of blue flies. The guy looked at her for one minute and could not get his eyes off her. From the moment I saw you I knew you were the one I wanted…
After 6 years in Busoga College Mwiri, One time I heard a conversation with my daddy. I told him that the reason people go to school is to prepare for their life ahead so then why would they prepare for it in a very un natural environment. He told me that people do not go to school to get married. I think that conversation was concluded there. I have the best dad in the world.
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