Several years ago when I was in Primary school, there was this group of boys who stayed along my way to school. They always made it a point to beat me up.

I would come home crying.
My mother one time told me, why are you always crying? What kind of man are you? Be strong.
That statement to me was a clear command of war. I was ready to attack.

But these guys were stronger and many. So one of the days, when I approached them, I told them, you guys I don’t want to box you because the day I will box you, one of you will be dead. Because, you see my arm here, it only has one muscle. There was a believe that men with one muscle in their arm are dangerous. They are very strong. These guys never believed me. They kept on fighting me.

So one morning I picked my father’s old Motorcycle Spark plug. It looks like a bullet with a pointed end. Put it in my arms with the pointed tip between my fingers.

When I approached these guys on my way to school, the ringleader came as usual wanting to start torturing me, I got some courage and gave him a hard blow, the tip of the spark plug landed on one of his ribs, sending him down on the ground. His followers all took off. They ended up believing that I was the one muscled man in the village. That was the last time they ever came close to me. And I think that was my last ever fight I had.

Many times, we are always crying. We don’t even put a single effort. We always like putting blames on every one. I am poor because my sister is rich kind of attitude. Blaming our parents, blaming our relatives, blaming the state. But we don’t put any much effort in a fight towards eradicating poverty.

I think we know too much English.
We spend a lot of time talking about so and so. When I sometimes see the time people spend talking about other people, I just get surprised how much time we spend on such kind of thing. Talking about some one won’t bring food on your table. I know of some group of guys whose duty is always to gather every evening to talk about people. Year in year out.
Ladies and Gentlemen this is 2021, let’s put time and we work. Let’s be smart ladies and gentlemen. There is a lot to do in Uganda for which we can all make a lot of money. We don’t have to always be crying.
Jaluum Herberts Luwizza is a Speaker,Writer, Columnist with the C.E.O Magazine and Contributor with the Nile Post.He is also a Business Consultant with YOUNG TREP East Africa’s No.1 Business Management and Consultancy firm that helps people start and grow profitable businesses.
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