Injustice: Gods Among Us (Year 1)


A seed must die for the plant to grow.

Times come when difficult decisions must be made. Injustice shows that these times are usually triggered by small but significant changes in the characters.

After Superman kills his pregnant fiancé, Lois, under the influence of the Joker’s concoction of Scarecrow’s hallucinating gas and stolen Kryptonite, the man of Steel becomes a thundering bowl of clouded judgement, vengeance, and sentiment-driven reaction (which later gets a support system to form it into a twisted form of pro-action).

The seeds are two. The first is the one of unforgiveness – planted when Superman declines every opportunity to “step back” and grieve. The second is myopic decision-making that is rooted in narcissistic altruism(more on this later) but manifests itself as a mockery of the very values it espouses.


Conflict of worldviews

The rift between the two (growing) teams in Injustice stems from a conflict between the two ‘main’ characters of Year 1; Superman and Batman. The issue of contention is the handling of evil and its doers.

Superman (now) believes that the flame of evil must be snuffed out once and for all before it becomes a roaring blaze. He will, for a brief moment, bask in the wafts of a flickering candle flame before plunging it into the dark and frigid depths of the waters.

Batman believes in managing the flame – not blowing it out completely. He contends that no candle has the right to snuff out another – regardless of the danger the misguided or ill-willed candle might be putting the entire house in.


Selfishness and Self-serving altruism

The bulk of human decisions are taken purely because we believe they are the most correct. These decisions are founded on narcissistic altruism at best and selfishness at worst. They inevitably serve the majority at best and only the decision-maker at worst but one thing is clear – the decision-maker will always benefit, whether it be in drops or in torrents.


Leadership and Serving Team

There are at least two leadership styles that manifest in the events that unfold, particularly after the rift causes people to team up based on their inclinations and/or allegiances.

On the one hand, Superman is the benevolent dictator – transparent, listening, and firm on his choices once he eventually gets around to making them.

On the other hand, Batman is the sociopathic commander – secretive, calculating, and moves with a combination of speed and accuracy.


Collateral damage

Both team leaders are not swayed by collateral damage. The assumption is “This is war, and if you’re not prepared to give your life, go back home and tend to your soon-to-be-dead family.” Superman takes fellow heroes’ lives ‘for the greater good’ and Batman sticks to playing chess while his antagonists prance about with the reckless abandon of checkers. The stakes are high and the losses are real – sometimes even heartbreaking.


Dear Theodosia


Dear Theodosia
What to say to you
I’d walk a mile
For your grin hits me anew

When you smile
My ego dies
My heart is trapped
In the wrinkles of your eyes

You have come of age
Before our nation
We’ll bleed and fight with you
We’ll make it right with you

When we lay
a strong enough foundation
We’ll pass it on with you,
Heal Uganda with you
And you’ll blow us all away
Some day
Some day

Yea, you’ll blow us all away
Some day
Some day.

Oh Philipa,
When you twirl,
I am a mess,
You, in that dress

To compliment your beauty
Is to fall down to my knees
And worship God above
Who calls you His

If I could name your smile
I’d name her “Hope”
She helps me cope

Did God on high
Confide His plan for earth
To only you
That confidence you birth
Is something new

My father was (ish) around
(My father was (ish) around)
I’ll try my best to be there for you
I’ll try whatever it takes
(I’ll make a million mistakes)
I’ll help you steward your grace for Truth

You have come of age
Before our nation
We’ll bleed and fight with you
We’ll make it right with you

When we lay
a strong enough foundation
We’ll pass it on with you,
Heal Uganda with you
And you’ll blow us all away,
Some day
Some day

Yea, you’ll blow us all away
Some day
Some day.


Adapted from the song “Dear Theodosia” off the Hamilton Broadway Musical
Featured image: Jamila Woods

it’s hot


It’s hot beyond the door.

stay inside and close the door

light outside belts out a tune

sandy dune gets up mid-June


The sand screams

the sand storms out – no sunscreen.


The sun screams

melts their ice cream

the sand’s cream-hater

the sand’s cremator


the sand’ll scream later

first, find a friggid shelter

save sloppy sand from the swelter

that dire dune that’s dad’s delta


here comes the icecream man

his van iller than the sun’s sucker straw

berry allen couldn’t scoop sand up that chap

raisin the bar. board early, chalk-o-late. take notes

as the cone man’s car-a-more with guts

scoops up the Coco gnats – the sand is nuts

why God stopped making trees



Once upon a time, in a galaxy not so far far away, there lived a very big God. This God was a very good God. He sat down with his very good selves and they crafted some very good plans.

“What were the plans?” you ask?

Well, I’ll tell you!

This very good God planned to create a very good planet. A world that was very good on the inside and very good on the outside. Very early on one very good day, this very good God started to create this very good earth.

The very good God made the very good earth, and added a lot of very good things to it, as the days went by, according to his very good plan.

First, the very good God added the light. He saw that it was good.

Then, the very good God added the heavens, and separated the water from the dry land. He saw that it was good, too.

Then, on the third day, the very good God said,

“Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb that yields seed, and the fruit tree that yields fruit according to its kind, whose seed is in itself, on the earth”

It happened just as he had spoken it into existence! The earth popped up lots of grass, herbs that brought seed of their type, and trees that brought fruit and seed of their kind. He saw that this, too, was good.

The very good God added many other good things along the course of the six very good days. He added the stars and the sun. He also added the moon. He added the fishes and all wavy animals of the water. He added the birds of the air and the animals on the earth. And finally, he added man – the greatest of them all.

The very good God saw that it was all very good. Then, he rested.

A few thousand years later, a little girl, who had been born and raised on earth, asked this very good God, “Daddy, how come you no longer make trees?”

“What do you mean, love?” the very good God asked, with a sly smile, almost as if he was holding back some laughter.

“Well, today, the Mayor came to school to plant trees with us. And we dug holes, and threw in seeds, and covered them up. I wanted to leave some space for mine to breathe, but Mrs. Musomesa said I should cover the seed – all of it! Then we had to pour water on top of them. I think the Mayor poured a lot of water on his. I hope it isn’t too wet down there.”

“I see…” the very good God said, as he nodded attentively to the little girl.

“So. Did you stop making trees? Why do I have to bury a seed for a tree to come? Where does the tree come from? Is it like the tooth fairy? Do you take our seeds and give us trees while we are sleeping? Are you a tree fairy?” the child asked intently.

“Hahahahaaaaa… There it is! You’re hilarious!” the very good God said, as he gently laughed at his daughter’s joke.

“Okay so, first of all, I’m not a tree fairy but that was a good one. I don’t take your seeds and give you trees. I actually don’t make trees anymore, love.”

“Why? Why did you stop making them?”

“Well, there’s this very good plan I came up with and followed when I was creating all of this…” the very good God said, as he gestured his hand around the little girl’s bedroom. “…my plan for the trees was very detailed, and I knew exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it…

However, I also knew why I was making the trees, the other plants, and everything else. I was making them for you to be Mayor over them all. Now, imagine you are the Mayor of all of the trees in the garden, and you were supposed to go out, and fill the rest of the earth with these beautiful trees, how would you have done it?”

“With seeds, of course.”

“Why the seeds? Why not uproot a very big Mivule tree and find a way to transport it to wherever you were going?”

“Hahahaaaa… I’m not that strong, daddy. But what if I break the tree? Then what?”

“Then what!” the very good God echoed the question, with the widest smile on his face.

She paused for a second and responded, “I think it would be easier to have the seeds so that I leave the one in the garden alone and just plant others. I would put them in my pocket and go and plant more Mivules everywhere.”

“That is true, mwana wange.”

“But you’re God, daddy. We would just go somewhere and I tell you to make for me a tree there and you would make it. You wouldn’t even be tired. It would be so easy for you, even.”

“It would be, you’re right. But then, who would be the Mayor? Would it be you or me?” the very good God asked teasingly.

“It would be me!” his daughter responded, pointing proudly at herself.

“Are you sure, love? Because it sounds like, you would not be able to do anything you decided to do. You would come to me every time you wanted something. Would you still be the Mayor if you had no authority?”

“What does authority mean?”

“Power to do something.”

“Ohh! Nooooo! When the Mayor came, he had bodyguards and they have a lot of power. I also want to be a Mayor with power, daddy!”

“See? If you need me to make a tree every time you want a tree, you would have no power as a Mayor. BUT, if I made the tree so that it can make more trees by using seeds, and I gave you power over the seeds…”

“…then I would have power to make trees like you, daddy!” she burst out with excitement.

“That’s my girl!” the very good God said, as he smiled a very proud-father smile.

They hugged a very good hug, giggled for a bit, and the very good God kissed his daughter goodnight.


– fin –


I envy you


There are times I envy you.

You rest so peacefully.

You don’t wear a smile anymore

But that’s only because

Your joy is now complete


There are days I wish I were you

Well, were where you are

The text paints a picture of peace, and

Experience sneaks me in for a glimpse

I ache from the disconnect


Tumwe, mwana, simanyi

Ebya wano bikooya

Obukoowu buntuuse mu magumba

Obunafu gwe musaayi gwange

Nalabye omuzira mummy e’jjo

Nze n’agogera nga sigalina

Naye yanyanirizza nnyo

Yanfumise n’essanyu. Mugumu.

Kyoka nga nze, empewo nga yendagirira

Tumwe, mwana, sikyamanyi


Omugezi wange, Nev, binsobedde

Kale manyi nti amaanyi si gange

Naye neetamye, nze nga nze

Ela wano wendi, mpulira nzigwedemu

Wakyiri singa mbade mwesiga

Okusinga ko wano wendi

Mwana omuntu atalabika-labika

Muzibu wa kulirizaamu

Omugezi wange, Nev, binsobedde


Eyatonda byona n’agamba nti

Ekisa kyange kikumala,

Era obusobozi bw’amaanyi gange

Osinga bulaba mu bunafu bwo


Tolimbye, nanyini nsi,

Nze nsaba busabi butandeka,

‘Kuba, guno omulimu gwewampadde

Sigusobola nga toliiwo awo nange


Ntaasa, nanyini bulamu

Ntaasa, mukama wa byona

Ntaasa, nze ekisooto obusooto

Kyewawa omukka, n’omwana wo

Kyewanunula mu bulamu namaddala

Ntaasa, gwe mubuumbi wange

Eyasoka wo, ali ne kaakano, era alibeera wo

Lubeerera na Lubeerera,



Damsel in Distress

When you’re a Damsel in Distress,
Your biggest challenges are these;
Trusting that your Knight in shining armor will fight for you,
And that he will return to you victorious at the end of it all.

Your biggest itch is this;
that if you could fight, you would “help Him out”.
Afterall, two fighters are better than one.

But, if we’re being entirely honest,
the Damsel in Distress longs to fight like her Knight because
Deep in her heart,
she desires to depend on nobody but herself for life.
This reliance on her Knight is a weakness in her eyes and a flaw in her design.
True independence / autonomy, she tells herself, is not in the sharing of roles,
but in becoming single-handedly able to fulfill all the roles.
That way, she ensures that she relies on / needs nobody else for sustenance but herself.

In, that, her ideal place,
Everyone is welcome
And But
Everyone is disposable
The day she loses interest in them,
or their usefulness to her comes to an end,
she discards them.

Deep inside,
she desires to be her own Knight.
she desires to be her own Savior.
Deep inside,
she desires to be God.

this is part of a conversation I had with the p0et in 2017

Behind those glasses


Your hair is as the cascading strands
Of the Sezibwa falls
Leaping majestically
Frozen dramatically in time
As they whisper about so eloquently
Around your ki-nice head
What are you hiding
Behind those glasses?

Your ka-nose is like mine
Getting it right on the first try
Doing the arm’s work with a pinky
This might not be Las Vegas but
I’m sure Michael would NV it
It’s annoying how well
It fits on your ka-dope face
But I digress
What are you hiding
Behind those glasses?

Your tu-lips are stressful
I once stole your photo from Facebook
because of your lips.
At the time, I didn’t even know it was you
I was intrigued by their appearance
The way I am intrigued by excellent art
I really want to feel them
In a very very very platonic way
But for real
What are you hiding
Behind those glasses?

Your eyes. They’re a mystery.
Those windows to your soul
Are made of stained glass
I tried to peep inside you that day
When we met
But all I saw was
A whole lot of color
A whole lot of quirks
And for the answers I sought
You left me with
A whole lot of questions
Chief among which is

What are you hiding
Behind those glasses?