O, God Could You Replace Museveni?

• I am acting in accordance with the will of the Almighty Creator: by defending myself against the Jew, I am fighting for the work of the Lord.
              Hittler
• Gott mit Uns! (God is with Us)—Inscription on Nazi’s army belt

• The facilities should be separate. When God has drawn a line of distinction, we should not attempt to cross the line. The true Negro does not want integration.
             Rev. Jerry Falwell
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My friend and I laughed our heads off when we saw the heading:
 National prayers set for Sunday
 "WITH so much sin taking place in the country, the President has declared Sunday, June 20, a national day of prayer and repentance. "
http://www.newvision.co.ug/detail.php?mainNewsCategoryId=8&newsCategoryId=13&newsId=723079

“Is it April Fool’s Day?” Ojukkwe asked cheekily as he bent over in stitches and peals of laughter, slapping his thigh.

“It isn’t funny,” cautioned our resident savedee, Caroma Atim, while feigning a look of seriousness.

We could not believe what we were reading: Museveni, of all people, asking the nation to pray to God to save itself from the numerous ills, most of which are a function of his providing the negative atmosphere. So, in answer to His Excellency’s call to the Prayer Day, we decided to coin a hymn of our own in celebration of this auspicious occasion bestowed upon us by none other than his sweetheart, Lady Janet.

Prayer Day Hymn pa Soko and Ojukkwe

God, whoever you are,
You are regally patched up there,
Or wherever you may be,
Since nobody knows exactly.

[Confused us, Bewildered us
We grasp at anything
To be free and happy
But in vain]

People talk of you
As if sure
But nobody ever saw you
This side of life
But they swear
They kill
They hate
All in the name of various versions of you

[Confused us, Bewildered us
We grasp at anything
To be free and happy
But in vain]

It is said you created our world
Including our beloved Uganda
Why then leave it in the hands of
Hustlers, brigands and psychopaths?

[Confused us, Bewildered us
We grasp at anything
To be free and happy
But in vain]

We prayed for democracy
We prayed for a civilian government
We prayed for good roads and hospitals
We prayed and prayed
We only hear your silence, O Lord
Instead, our brothas and sistas
Of the yellow persuasion
Taunt us and foam in their mouths
Chanting: No Change!

[Confused us, Bewildered us
We grasp at anything
To be free and happy
But in vain]

Take this Museveni guy
He is very clever
He is obsessed with power
He uses your name in vain
To score points
He bullies radio stations
His street gangs beat up Dr. Besigye
He harasses journalists
The famous OO got the brunt of it
He kills demonstrators
Then he turns around and says:
Let us pray
What the f—k is that?
Excuse our German.

[Confused us, Bewildered us
We grasp at anything
To be free and happy
But in vain]

Lord, twenty-five years is a long time
A generation was born and grown
Enough is enough
We implore you to get rid of Museveni
If you can’t, then Lord,
With due respect, leave us alone.
You have done so from time immemorial.
This leaves us to face reality sans false hope.

We refuse somnambulistic veneration of a God
Whose cruel joke is:
To allow the Holocaust
To allow The Rwanda Genocide
To allow forceful herding people
Into death-trap camps
To allow Polpot's killing fields.
We can turn to the pristine Mind
That which unlocked the codes of Nature

[Confused us, Bewildered us
We grasp at anything
To be free and happy
But in vain]

Yes, the mind
That fascinating thing
It travels everywhere and nowhere
It elevates and it destroys
Those who know can move mountains
The ignorant are bewildered.

With mind we devised the family
We corralled families into the community
Of clan, tribe, kingdom and state.
We lived happily and well
Then plunged into orgies of violence
Lord, you had nothing to do with it
We were just being bad dudes and gals.

[Confused us, Bewildered us
We grasp at anything
To be free and happy
But in vain]

We know the codes that bring
Peace, harmony and tranquility
But not enough of us buy into
Or are just plain ignorant
Hence, we have a dictator
He shits and pees on us
We wince, confused
As he cynically asks us
To pray for our transgressions
Can you believe that, Lord?

[Confused us, Bewildered us
We grasp at anything
To be free and happy
But in vain]