Faithful Dimoga

There lived a man named Magezera in the Province of Gitarama Rwanda whose wife had died. This man was left with a daughter of 2 years who he loved so dearly to his heart. The man also had a dog, a faithful German shepherd, who was his best friend in that lonely village. Every-day Magezera would play with his dog and teach him tricks. The man called the dog Dimoga meaning a faithful dog. Dimoga would watch Kathrine for Magezera at nap time and protect the house from bad men everywhere. All three lived in that house alone. Besides Kathrine Dimoga was the only thing Magezera so loved.

One summer day there was a famine in Gitarama and Magezera decided to spend his last money to buy some food for his daughter Kathrine. He learned of a nearby village about thirty-three kilometres away from Gitarama where it was rumoured abundance of milk, bread, corn, fruits and beans. He decided to go to Kayumbu at once. Before he went he ordered Dimoga to watch the house. He prepared the Friday afternoon.And so Magezera left early Saturday morning with a carton wagon and two horses for Kayumbu.

However while he was gone something terrible happened. Bad animals came to visit the home. The wolves surrounded the shed as they heard the baby crying, crying, crying aloud inside.  Dimoga prepared himself for a fight. By this time it was late in the evening and Magezera was on his way home. Suddenly seven wolves attacked Dimoga. It was a violent struggle. Dimoga managed to kill three of the wolves but was badly injured. He ran to Kathrine and sat gently on top leaving space for her to breathe.

By now it was early Sunday, Magezera was entering the small village when he heard some noise! He said, “that sounds like Dimoga”, and “that sounds like wolves”. He jumped of his wagon, loaded his riffled gun and raced speedily towards his village home. As he neared the shed, he shot two riffles killing one wolf and chasing the rest away. His heart beat frantically for worry! His eyes tense and his muscles trembled as he entered the house. He shouted Kathrine, Kathrine, Kathrine! On top of his voice. Right there he was met by a trail of blood he followed all the way to the crib. He cocked his gun when he saw a dark creature sitting on top of a crying object with blood on its teeth breathing hard. In anger he fired two shots killing the creature instantly with a sound he long remembered. He turned on the light, his baby was alive! But Dimoga was dead from the bullets of a riffle.

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The voices I hear.

What do I make of this ordeal? Am I loosing my mind? I silently conceal these thoughts. Now I reveal.
Are voices real in my mind? Or is it just me? Why do I converse with these voices?
 Its not what you think. Most of these voices are good, the ones I hear. Few are not. From far back as I remember few voices I would hear in my head. I never reported or said a thing.

The earliest experience with voices was a dream I had one time as a child. Laying in my bed surrounded by darkness. I heard a voice calling my name. The voice sounded as if increasing in volume every time my name was repeated. I remember hearing, martin, martin, martin, martin! My immediate reaction would be tears and frozen stiffness.

Other experiences were not as severe as this. Except for one particular experience three years ago. I believe I had a conversation with God. For short, I'll say it was a blissful experience. As I was moved by an overwhelming force of emotional energy that caused tears to stream down the surface of my face, I was compelled to respond. I wont go into the details of the conversation, except to say it was unexpected, random and short. I dont understand it- even to this day. It never happened again.

However, before this experience I would 'suffer' emotional attacks both highs and lows at unexpected times. I'll start with the highs. At times least expected I would come to tears for no reason. I would not understand why. It was all strange since the reason for my tears would be, well,- joy. Joy for no apparent reason that would come and go at unpredictable times. There were times before this,I would feel tremendously low emotionally. I would be unresponsive both physically and socially to my surroundings in a kind of lazy manner. It was terrible but not to a suicidal level. But I will admit, I had desires of running away and I really didnt care where!

Over the years Ive been suffering in silence. Ive learned to endure these surge of emotions. I also learned as a result of my probe that I was afforded with remarkable natural abilities of written expression and poetic skill. Currently I have written over 100 poems and over 50 essay format pieces of various styles from features, to short stories, to critiques and analysis from works of art to journal logs. I learned to use this to my advantage and accept what I cannot change. I loose motivation very easily. It is an ongoing struggle, but I know ill be okay. Perhaps I need my work reviewed by other writers editors. I leave most of my pieces at first draft and I am much of a perfectionist so usually im not satisfied and the work sits down and is never published.

I did speak to the voices I hear on few occasions. Though I never wrote most of those conversations. I will say, whenever I sense an 'energy' demanding my attention, the most suitable places for conversation are in quiet places. I live in a very hilly area which affords me peace and quiet. At times when I 'feel' the call- I would retreat on that hill and speak my mind. Its only as I speak my mind I would hear a response. Basically I would express any-thing that is of concern to me like school, my future, my purpose and mostly spiritual things. In response the voice would give advice and secrets. Seven out of ten times tears would be flowing.

I dont want to speculate why I hear the voices I hear. But I knew even from childhood that I was different. My difference was not the result of academic or family superiority since I was very average in school. I come from middle-class humble beginnings and not a luxury life. My parents worked hard so I never lacked. So I learned to count my blessings. I was not a dense or trouble child, but I had attention and learning problems to some degree. I had social anxiety to some degree and was very much quiet to some degree. I was introverted and I did not realize until college. I was also using my left hand while other students used their right. I also did not notice this.

I find that whenever I write or express myself through some artistic outlet, the voices reduce tremendously. When I hold them inside- they can be tormenting to me. For some years now Ive been taking up poetry and essays as an outlet of creativity. The rewards are satisfying. Though inspiration come and go like wind, I cannot give an explanation for the reason I write or the driving force behind my work except I get a sense of accomplishment and pleasure from seeing the fruit of my creation. I do it for my own pleasure and boasting as a kind of ego and showing my superior skill. Im not a show-off but I want others to read my work and relate. I write really for others. I want to entertain and provoke thoughts in the readers. I know when its good and when its bad. The mystery is- I dont understand how I can go from having nothing on paper to formulating something that seems to have appeared from nowhere joining together into a perfect whole.

Its as if I cannot believe my own creation. I become proud of it.Like I said, its an ongoing struggle. There are days I am completely immobilized and stuck, I cant seem to float on water, im struggling for air because im drowning. And there are days when I feel unstoppable and on top of things. Lately Ive been very rebellious and free spirited. Ive not been attending church as often, I pretty much do whatever I want. I can still hear voices of condemnation, but they are dying slowly becoming of no effect. I am really on a different state of perception. But its a lonely state. I prefer to stand alone. Im realizing that church is not really helping me, nothing can save me expect me. For me to be in church when I know I dont want to be there is hypocrisy. Im trying to be real. Its hard. I am looking for the real, Its very hard to find. Im looking for my place- I dont see it. I want to be free. I dont think im a bad boy, i just think im misunderstood.
 The Bible that I use to love to read frequently,  now I read only occasionally. I am more interested in my own thoughts and feelings and I am fast loosing the patience to sift through the word. I dont read as much as I should, but I do alot of thinking and listening. There is great power in listening!

I listen to my heart. That is all I need. This nobody has ever taught me. I believe John 3:16

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The World Without Money?

Money can make you love or hate. It can make you fight and compete?What would the world be without money? Let us examine for a second or more the implications of a paperless world. In a system we can all relate lets start by stating the obvious use or need for money.

1. We need money for food.
- imagine going to a supermarket and asking the cashier,your neighbor, Hey Ms. Sue, listen up, a may I borrow three loafs of wheat bread, two sliced turkey, 3 package chicken breasts, tin of baked beans, pack of spaghetti,a bottle of milk, some cereal and canned fruits, please? She would think you're crazy! Stop it.Your trying to get me fired?Stop wasting by time. Next!

2. We need money for living expenses and others
-imagine telling your landlord you dont think you will be able to afford rent for say aa the next year or two. He would probably say, o,sure you can live here free of cost and by the way I'll pay for the light, water, cable and phone-bill as well. Have a good life! No.Worse, if you have a mortgage under NHT- you definitely need that cheddar.Yes. Education may be the key but if you cant afford it, no door will be opened for you. hint. The Doctor wants to help you, you need to help him first. The pastor has a family to feed and manna no longer drops from heaven.

3. We need money for clothes and other comforts
- This one is tricky. We need good durable shoes, good comfortable wearable fabrics, and the rest. By the rest I mean a nice watch is not a crime, for some women jewelery is not a luxury, a nice car will ease the pressure of time and sweat, technology makes life better, amen! For imagine a world without Laptops,cellphones, pagers, calculators, music players (there so many nowadays)appliances and other cool gadgets of communication we use at our discretion. Imagine not having money to buy them. Money is needed for Infrastructures in business, entertainment, recreation, sports and other activity of human interest. Without these infrastructures- goods and services cannot be maintained and organized for convenient access and distribution to the public. For example-without a supermarket to store food, how would we survive a famine without a reserve?

What else do we need money for?

4. We need money to travel and see the world.
- This is a good one. Imagine going to a airport with just a cheap drivers license (it is cheap) and telling the front desk operator
- one trip to Paris please o and make it first class, yes. No! I guarantee you will be escorted first class, but it wont be to the terminal! See even money is big business.

5. Finally, and the most obvious reason
- we use money because everyone else uses money. Economics will tell you the more there is a demand the more there is need for supply. Nearly everything demands money nowadays- even a bottle of water! The more people there are who share an accepted currency, the more that currency is enforced to keep people using it. Make sense?Virtually the entire world uses some sort of currency. If  the majority of the world population would wake up and decide to stop using money altogether, according to this law of economics  the majority will win. People always follow what works and is more convenient. Nobody wants to loose. Hence money is in.


Now imagine if all major farmers across the world decided to go on a strike. We're screwed. How many of us have knowledge, plant our own food, to build our own homes, make our own clothes, and shoes? Are creative people still in town? How much can we do for ourselves?I guess the only safety would be to learn some vital skills for ourselves.

To me money is like magic. I'll tell you why-Its seems to have a captivating charm effect on people. You'll be surprised at what some people will do for a little cake (money). Im no mathematician or economic financial market guru but a little common sense is all I need. Money makes the world spin, we all know that, we should, but the mystery still exsists. For if money makes the world spin, then who makes money spin? That one will take another blog and more. But you already know the answer.

So why do we want money?Because we need all these things.Why do we need them?Because we cant do without them.But to answer the question set from the beginning, Its pretty simple to me. Without money, we would inevitably find a way to eat, live, cover ourselves and make life easier. Thought I dont know how the extremely rich would take this suggestion. Probably not so well. Without money or any other form of exchange we would probably be forced to depend on each other in some way or another.
Maybe thats exactly what we need. Maybe not!

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