Let me have about me Fat men.

Attributed to Julius Ceas0r, “let me have about me men that are fat, sleek-headed men and such as sleep a – nights. That Cassius wears a lean and hungry look, he thinks too much, he rarIMG-20150110-WA0109ely smiles and has no love for music!” And true to form the lean Cassius and some conspirators brought Ceasor in sorrow to the grave.

The measure of a man’s or woman’s intelligence can and must be judged by the people he surrounds himself by. The need for Ceasor to have about him complacent fat men was more for the amicability easy going nature of these peaceful types. Thin men, especially in the emperor’s court, are always conspiring and plotting. The Major General who plotted Obote’s coup d’etat lived in luxury but did not have any unseemly weight gains.

Growing up, my father always told me folklore of friends and we had to squeeze life lessons out of them. There was the story of the rabbit and the sheep who were inseparable as friends. One day rabbit decides to pay his friend a visit and  the sheep, delighted beyond measure, decided to treat his friend to some nice and choice foods. He asked rabbit to escort him to a nearby anthill. On reaching the anthill sheep broke out into song:

An otwombye ngat ma lwongo nyinga ngute tuu tin

An otwombye ngat ma lwongo nyinga ngute tuu tin

An otwombye ngat ma lwongi nyinga ngute tuu tin.

Loosely rendered as:

Am the great basher of anthills, any one who dares call my name will get a broken neck

Am the great basher of anthills, any one who dares call my name will get a broken neck

Am the great basher of anthills, any one who dares call my name will get a broken neck

Thereafter, with an incredible dash he he fell upon the anthill with a great and unparalleled head butt! The anthill invariably came asunder and the two friends had their pickings of the delicious white ants. It was indeed a feast to behold.

A few weeks later, the sheep decided to visit the rabbit; a return visit as it were. On reaching his friends abode rabbit was pleased beyond measure. After exchanging pleasantries, r
abbit invited his friend to escort him to a nearby anthill. By all standards it was a stand up anthill not though to be compared with the anthill sheep had demolished a couple of weeks ago.  Then rabbit rendered in his little squeaky voice the ode which he had heard sheep render:

An otwo
mbye ngat ma lwongo nyinga ngute tuu tin

An otwombye ngat ma lwongo nyinga ngute tuu tin

An otwombye ngat ma lwongi nyinga ngute tuu tin.

At the last “tin” rabbit scampered with great pace and purpose toward the anthill where he hurled himself with a feverish purpose! Next thing we knew rabbit was on the ground bawling, “jweeee jweeee jweee!” His friend carried him back to the house to try and nurse him back to his health. And it was from this folklore that we got the saying, “Apora bok obwoto neko Apwoyo!”   It has no English equivalent but its meaning is that do not try to be what you are not.

Ah, back to fat men! Adore in the Sicilian boulevards with appellations like “chi bella figura” and the soul of a meat and greet. These jovial souls are delightful companions. Their minds not sullied by schemes stratagems and treason!

A somber atmosphere has gripped the Pearl of Africa as menacing green men with fire spitting sticks patrol the boulevard. No jubilation to witness the crowning success of the just concluded election. Tension remains thick in the air and wise men and women leave the discussions of politics to journalists and mad men. Or at the very least strictly between friends from whom they fear no retribution or malice.

New word form the new lexicon with the now famous doctrine and practice of amicus curaie. The words from the temple of justice are soon to come but the bus juggernaut seems poised to stay; and life must go on. And it will go on. The hope of the people for revival remains under siege on the orders and watch of not so fat a man. Journey men of history have watched the episode of apartheid in South African history, the criminality of Mobutu Tsetse Seko on the people of Zaire and are comforted that we shall over come. And overcome we shall.

 

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