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 …you can’t punish pple for their mistakes. It’s like… ok u now u have to forgive pple and big part of that is, FORGIVING YASELF. We don’t forgive ourselves for all the bad stuffs and/or all the mistakes we made and it makes it is impossible to forgive other pple. The time I stayed with my dad (because I lived with him since I was a baby until 23) I talked to him on phone 😔 he still is reminding me of all the stuffs he used to educate me and teach me to carry my whole life thru. I just learned what LOVE is! Love is not punishing pple for and beating pple on em’ for what they did and hanging on to that trifling kind of f**** up shit 😉 you know they did to you, and it’s like… getting out of being a victim. And my dad with all the time we been together (from my comprehension of life until now) he was a drunk BUT… he purified my heart in a way that I LOVE LIFE! Like I literally like working with pple to helped find my true self and my dad helped cultivate an emotional invisibility. T...

 I'm tired man sometimes I just sit in my room and hold my breath and let all the pressure and anxiety build up. And just let the time pass by. At first, I couldn't breathe now I'm suffocating maybe the pressure from what I am chasing isn't worth for me. I used to say God's playing now the devil's on my team acting foul and it's all flagrant, trying to push me off the path that I'm steady paving. Sinis the currency and every day I'm making payments so I don't wanna live in it but I heard a saying which goes like; "Good knows evil 'cause the houses are both adjacent". I don't know if I should go for these goals. I'veseen people who make it in life and become disrespectful to others. My anxiety is building as the weight of it grows, I succumb my self in privacy inside my room and I barely answer calls and when I see my phone. I'm reminded that the real feeling of being alone is having millions who love you but can leave yo...

  I nnocent Fabulous, born Innocent Kennedy Oyirwoth 24th September, 1993 is a rational human being and passionate about writing and by the way a freelance copywriter, self-taught, educated, school dropout with 185 IQ, minor in Communication/Mass and Journalism and well versed in youth culture, leadership, volunteerism, SRHR, advocacy, children's right, financial literacy/education, sports journalism, politics, global issues (UN17SDGs) love, sex, relationship, international project planning, management and M&E, filmmaking. Begun my literary journey at Medallion nursery school and progressed to St. Barnabas PRI. School. My dad enticed me to literature and writing at an early age of 12. When I am not writing about daily loopholes in our lives and/or writing to attack our government failures or wrong notes, I am writing poems, tourism/travel blogs and some rap lyrics which I don't record and songs in my spare time. Sometimes I immerse my self in new music, however I find mysel...

  I always have a drink or maybe a few. I am naturally and super weak when it comes to drinkin’, because probably two bottles of beer, one shot of scotch whisky and about two or three glasses of dry red wine gets me intoxicated, so, If you have enough drinks here is what it could do for you; It fogs your thoughts and takes away your clarity. It can make you say and do really dumb things that you regret but that stay in your memory storage forever. It creates exaggerated and negative emotions like jealousy, guilt, shame and blame. It makes you numb. It makes you forget things. It helps you sing off key and play your instrument sloppily. It takes away your muse and your guardian angels don’t know what the hell to do with you. It can make you silly, sloppy, slurry, slovenly, arrogant, annoying, abrasive, obnoxious, caustic, pathetic, intolerable, condescending, insulting and belligerent. Have I forgotten any adverbs or adjectives here?! Well, It helps you lie and exaggerate. It helps...

Like seriously 🤔 What is school for?! Feel free to call me whatever, but many people like you and I spent over ten or sixteen years to go to school and for me I still don't know. Many of us finish school, we do not even know how to do our own taxes, purchase a home or apply for a loan. We do not even know a thing about investments, building credit or getting a job. Many graduate at the top of their classes, some were average performers and what do they have? Fancy Degrees or diplomas just to sit at home with their parents or struggling on the streets. But luckily enough in school they did teach us some important skills like: the factoring trinomials and how mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. I'm so happy I can still remember the Pythagorean theorem cause it helped me a lot. Okay that's a lie let me stop. Because all the stuff they taught us truthfully we've already forgotten - I know you can still remember when your parents used to ask you: " what did you...

  To whom it may concern... Choices and decisions! “Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.” Mark Twain The minds of the people are easily swayed by the pressures of hardship. Their decisions become clouded by fears that cause them to take actions out of desperation — actions they know are wrong but become easier to commit when their resolve has been chipped away. Mob mentality is a vacuum that pulls people with good intentions toward a destructive center. There are many who stand on the fringes as the anger of a group begins to boil, but soon they are confronted with a moral dilemma when this collective anger turns into harmful actions. A mob cannot retain power if there is dissent or questioning: those who hesitate against its violence are branded as allies of their enemy, or radicalized into complacency until they are one with the group. But anger cannot feed a group forever, and those who build upon its unreliable foundation will...

 On my birthday week I was intercepted (at around 7:44pm) by mzeei's pigs for breaching his curfew guidelines of 7pm probably it was about forty minutes pass his authoritarian imposed PlanScamdemic or Covid-19 scamdemic curfew protocol. In today's Uganda it's about who you know not "what u know." I was given about 10 minutes to call somebody who'll have to come and pick me up (probably will have to pay for my release) so I decided to call my cousin who's anOan CID (insin division in Kla where I was detained because I'd gone for work issues) the rest is history but all I can say is "the Uganda Police Force" institution is super CORRUPT ;)  So today I wait for midnight 😄 to come and of course was/still delaying! But I still stayed up watching "VAGABOND" (a Korean TV show/series) weary of staying up counting covid-19 cases in the whole Universe (with Uganda my principal point) death tolls here and there, tired of counting how many day...