Friday, March 20, 2026

Sinners; to be or not to be?

Hello! If you are reading this, I would like you to know I am a sinner (by flesh) who by love and grace has been afforded the opportunity to become a child of God. Joining the family of the most high comes with many perks. For example, holiness, righteousness, sanctification etc. I am pilgrim on a journey of sanctification. At the tail end of this trip is a transformation into the likeness of Jesus Christ. A metamorphosis in spirit, soul and body into the person that God (through His divine word) has called me to be. I am a stained shirt going through the entire washing, cleaning and drying process. This journey is not as straightforward as it seems. The pilgrim is often challenged with many bumps and obstacles along the road. These ups and downs play a pivotal role (positively or negatively) in the eventual outcome of the expedition. 

I am also a storyteller (by calling, by passion and by profession). I love reading, watching, listening to and telling stories. A well told tale gives me unspeakable joy and fuel to go through the ebbs and flows of this earthly life. We live in an age where stories (good and bad) abound. In one second, I find a teaching with sound biblical doctrine and a second later, I scroll to a video that talks about the importance of pornography and extra marital affairs in a marriage. Suffice it to say, my passion for stories and storytelling must also go through the vigorous process of sanctification otherwise I stand the risk of being blown to and fro by every wind of content.

My engagement with stories is more than just entertainment. It stretches to enjoying the form and relating/ being inspired by the message/meaning in the story. The appreciation of the art form has led me down a path of intaking content that is Christian and non-Christian alike, even as a follower of Jesus Christ. For example, the honest truth is that the "Christian" film industry can improve when it comes to the art of storytelling. Many of the current stories are one dimensional and do not employ story enhancing techniques. However, all hope is not lost as there is growth in the sector as can be seen in shows like The Chosen and House of David. 

Due to the current state of affairs, I am therefore (in many instances) charged guilty of watching and listening to content that I should stay away from as a child of God. But before you (especially the Pharisees) get out the pitch forks, I am very aware of the folly of engaging with spiritually dangerous content and I am a work in progress in this journey of sanctification. Over the years, I have had to (through the grace of God) renew my mind and flee from content that is not Godly. The practice of being intentional about what content I engage with (especially as a movie buff) started way back when I was in a hostel at a university. It has not been easy, but through the help of God, I am now at a place where I am extremely picky about what I watch. Of course, unfortunately, something always falls through the cracks.

Last year, I had the pleasure and displeasure of watching the film Sinners at a cinema. The film is written, produced and directed by Ryan Coogler, one of the most outstanding filmmakers of this generation. I am a fan of his work as a storyteller. This is why I was interested in watching the film (for those of you who are wondering why I would want to watch a movie with a creepy title in the first place). I used the words pleasure and displeasure concurrently because on the one hand, Sinners is an artistic masterpiece. The script, directing, acting, cinematography, choreography, design, costumes, and music are stunning. This is backed up by the recently concluded Oscars ceremony where the film was nominated for various awards and enabled Micheal B Jordan garner a best actor award (his performance in the film was amazing). On the other hand, as a follower of Jesus Christ, I stirred uncomfortably on the comfy cinema seat. By the time the credits were rolling my head was pounding. Why? (Warning! Spoiler alert!) I couldn't come to grips with the meaning of the film. 

A young musically talented African American boy, who is groomed in the church by his hardline father (the leader of the church) desires to live a life of adventure and of freedom to play the blues. He meets his cousins, two deranged psychopaths who can put his talent to good use. He leaves the church and his father (who continuously tells him that blues music is sinful) behind and is ushered into a world of "freedom", lust and eventually zombies. The zombies (evil spirits) are drawn by the power of his music (the blues) because it reminds them of happier times and gives them relief from their suffering. His music is so powerful that it has the adverse effect of exciting the listeners (humans and zombies) into a "spiritual", ritual and lustful frenzy. The zombies seek this boy in a ploy to turn him into one of their own and enjoy his music forever. Being zombies, they bite and turn many of the country folk, leaving the boy and his band of misfits to battle against the scourge of evil. To the common eye this seems like a simple story of the hero's journey, the classic good vs evil and the power of music. But to the trained eye, one can see the various meanings that are shot like tiny darts. On a side note, one of the lessons I took from this rough experience is that if we as the Church don't disciple the sheep, the sheep will go astray. Woe be unto this world when a divinely gifted child of God deviates from the faith and uses his/her talent to glorify the passions of the flesh (which we have seen in many instances). 

What am I driving at? The movie buff in me liked the craft of the film but the Christ like nature in me was downright unhappy about many of the messages in the film. The film is a celebration of blues music (which I have nothing against), but it glorifies worldly lusts and witchcraft. It also has an undertone of the toleration of evil spirits. These messages are in direct contravention with what the word of God teaches. The Bible calls us to be watchful and to think on things that are true, honest, just, pure, lovely, of virtue, of praise and are of good report (Philippians 4:8). I did not leave the cinema that day with a good report. 

I am on a journey of sanctification and living in truth and righteousness that only God can provide. Pursuant to this, I now read previews about a film before I watch it. I avoid content that fights against my determination to daily renew my mind towards obeying God. Is it easy to fully stay away from such content? Admittedly, it is hard. But the grace and guidance of God (especially through His word) empowers me on a daily basis. Reveling in lust and unholy passions is unhealthy and will lead me to disaster. The question I must answer daily is whether to be or not to be a reveling sinner? 


Sunday, March 15, 2026

Creepy Times


 







What is true? What is false?

Am I for Reverend, for Pastor, or for Apostle?

Am I on the march of sanctification or a pilgrim who has stalled?

Does the grace of God cover all?


Do I rise to the light of knowledge?

Or fall to the darkness of folly?

Am I a student of the power of the Gospel?

Or a disciple of precepts jolly?


Who is creeping into my household?

Whose slick hands are turning me into mould?

Is my weeping leading faithfulness to the fingers of corruption?

Who has captured my heart with disruption?


Are my passions leading me astray?

Am I a sheep fed to disarray?

Why does my deliverance delay?

How or where should I fast and pray?


I sleep late in the night and yawn early in the morning;

Always reading, watching and listening,

But never discerning what's concerning.

When will I feel the sun's ray for which I am yearning?


Where is my hope?

Where is my sanctuary?

Who will lead me home?

...

Christ alone is my all in all

He is the peace that calms the raging storm

He is the truth that shines a spotlight tall;


The faithful are empowered and deceivers are exposed,

By the double-edged sword, the enemy of real salvation is deposed

The gracious love of Jesus breaks my heart of stone

And lifts me to an edifice I can truly call home.

Saturday, May 4, 2024

Tales From The Bard: A Taste of Café Javas

Tales From The Bard: A Taste of Café Javas: It's the crunch It's the munch It's the deliciousness that packs a punch It's the drums It's the dance It's the fabl...

A Taste of Café Javas



It's the crunch

It's the munch

It's the deliciousness that packs a punch





It's the drums

It's the dance

It's the fabled service with a happy stance


It's the sip of milky sweetness tickling the tongue

It's the dip of freshness ringing taste buds' alarm

It's the fizz of coolness washing down humid traffic jam


It's with fashion friends

It's with business trends

It's with a passionate lover









It's a chance to be unbothered

It's the air of peace recovered

It's the joy of enzymes discovered


It's the whiff of cherished moments with sister and brother

It's the sound of glasses clinking between mother and father

It's the total taste of satisfaction at Cafe Javas.




Friday, March 29, 2024

Born To Die




















Born to lie
Born to scratch sore eyes
Born to live like mice
Born to pay a price

Born to live undignified
Born to be criticized
Born to be vilified
Born to be nullified

Born to try
Born to fry
Born to cry
Born to say goodbye

Born to eat humble pie
Born to sweat day and night
Born to let sleeping dogs lie
Born to let out a huge sigh

BORN TO DIE

Born to die a mystery;
Born to die for adultery
Born to die for homosexuality
Born to die for blood rivalry

Born to die for rape
Born to die for drunk apes
Born to die for theft
Born to die for hate

Born to die for racism
Born to die for sexism
Born to die for capitalism
Born to die for Marxism

Born to die for the pedophile
Born to die for deserters of the isle
Born to die for murder
Born to die for selfish plunder

Born to die for absent fathers
Born to die for decadent mothers
Born to die for lustful priests
Born to die for ravenous kings

Born to kiss my face
Born to take my place
Born to inherit my stress
Born to wear my shame's dress

Born to be vain
Born to feel pain
Born to live a lie
Born to still try
Born to still die




Monday, February 19, 2024

HAPPY NEW YOU?

I recently listened to a podcast (Deep End With Lecrae) that enlightened me with a new perspective on how to get the most out of a new year. It's the first episode of this year, and he talks about how we can be misguided or mistaken when making New Year resolutions. He stresses the fact that so many of us believe that when the hour hand strikes midnight on the first of January, just like clockwork (excuse the pun), we become totally different versions of ourselves ready to step into great glory and success. While this is great for motivating our inner psyche (especially because some of us end the year splattered and washed out on our floors), it is not necessarily the most practical way to achieve success in the new year. For example, if my goal is to prosper financially in the new year, I must learn what it takes to prosper financially, I must create a practical strategy like having income streams, saving, investing, tithing, etc. I must also be disciplined about following the above strategy. 

A pivotal part of the aforementioned strategy is a shift in thinking (renewal of the mind) and in behavior patterns. We must intentionally work to delete the bad habits of 2023 that sponsored our mistakes or failures, and replace these with new habits that will ensure our success in 2024. This is a process that can take time. It is akin to the process of teething in that it is painful. It is a rocky path that is filled with many potholes. 

So what then can we do? What is the best way of making resolutions? What Lecrae suggests is not the be-all and end-all, but I believe it is a very practical way to attain success in any area of your life this new year. He proposes a notion that rather than writing a list of resolutions, how about writing a list of behaviors or habits that will lead to having a miserable 2024? This list can outline behaviors such as being toxic, being envious, being a gossiper, being disrespectful to your spouse, spending above and beyond your means, etc.  After listing these down, you can then list down the opposite of these behaviors and attach practical ways in which you are going to manifest these good behaviors into being so that you can have a prosperous new year. 

Intentionality and practicality beat daydreaming and wishy-washing. The grace of God, the anointing of the Holy Spirit, and the living, breathing wisdom of the word of God should be the biggest part of your arsenal, as you intentionally work to attain the great destiny that God has prepared for you this year and in years to come. 

I leave you with a poem I wrote on the above subject:

Time,

Like a pride of floating butterflies

Drifting on, gliding onwards

Upwards, downwards


Ready or not here I come

The hour hand strikes again

The minute curves and bends

The second drops all trends


Happy New Year

Happy Liberation

Happy Valentines

Happy Janani Luwum

Happy Easter

Happy 'Eid

Happy Labour Day

Happy Martyrs Day

Happy Heroes Day

Happy Independence Day

Merry Christmas

We start again...


New friends, tightened threads

Fractured mends, raptured veins

No friends, dead ends

We start again...


No job, new hunting

New money, more planning

Old money, more spending

No money, new searching


No match, new flirting

New catch, more partying

New love, more sacrificing

New scars, more hurting


New devotion, more reading

New emotion, more praying

No lotion, more panting

No motion, no more fasting


Happy New Year

Happy Liberation

Happy Valentines

Happy Janani Luwum

Happy Easter

Happy 'Eid

Happy Labour Day

Happy Martyrs Day

Happy Heroes Day

Happy Independence Day

Merry Christmas

We start again...





Monday, July 10, 2023

Above The Shallow










Follow, Follow, Follow, Follow

Who do we follow?

Why do we follow?

What do we follow?


Follow the scientist

Placate the atheist

Tolerate the artist

Become the realist

Or smile for the universe's Dentist?


Follow the Prophet

Or follow the Apostle?

Follow the crotchet

Or follow the Living Epistle?


Follow the Man of God;

Reverend, Apologist, Archbishop

Clasped hands, bowed knees;

Daddy, Papa, My Lord,

Or the King of Kings?

Wash the feet of diamond studded cleats

Or the cracked jigger-filled soles of street kids?


Kiss the hands of the Priest

Keep the dirty laundry of the pulpit neat

Make the dessert of false doctrine a favorite treat

Or feed on a platter of the Word's meat?


Ignore your family's troubles

Befriend the crumbs the dog daily swallows

Maintain the posture of a malnourished callow

Or ingest on the digest of Wisdom's bellow


Follow the seed

Follow the deed

Follow the fleet

Follow the rhythm of entangled feet

Or dance to the tune of freedom's beat?


The fastest way to the soul is the bosom

The fruit of labor is lack's blossom

Stress and depression as bold as Lamar Odom

Or inhale the true breath of Love's Kingdom?


Follow the ladder

Follow the leader

Follow the bleeder

Or follow the road cheaper?


Follow the nourishing river of Honor

Forget not your Maker

Forget not MY commands;

Follow your heart

Follow your pacesetter from the start

Follow the Groom who will never be apart


Follow, Follow, Follow, Follow

Who do we follow?

Why do we follow?

What do we follow?






Thursday, May 4, 2023

EDGARD THE BARD: RHEMA

EDGARD THE BARD: RHEMA:  Alone A visitor wherever I go. No one I can call, No one I can open up to No one to run to Alone Seeking refuge; WhatsApp, Instagram, TikTo...

RHEMA

 Alone

A visitor wherever I go.

No one I can call,

No one I can open up to

No one to run to






Alone

Seeking refuge;

WhatsApp, Instagram, TikTok, Facebook

Scattered monotones screech through my phone









Alone

Searching for a home;

Searching for someone I can hold


Alone

Veil untorn,

Always walking blindfolded,

Always in a state of known unknown,

A speck of sand surrounded by a seashore...


...Rhema

Always smiled at me

Hugged me and kissed me.

Always missed me

Teased me, held me lovingly.

Always had an affinity for me

Always been there for me






Rhema

A never-ending mystery...

Always been with me;

In joy and sorrow,

In victory and defeat,

In the basking of a sunny day

In the hypothermia of a frozen night


Rhema

Always confides in me;

Tells me deep-breasted secrets,

Shows me past, present, and future glories 


Rhema

Frequently reminds me;

There is more to life than what I see

There is more in me if I believe

I wear a crown of glory daily


Rhema

I hear her voice clearly

A gentle whisper carried by a cool breeze;

Over hills, over valleys,

In the mistiness of a raging storm

In the pin-drop silence of a sleepless night,

In the gurgle and crackle of dancing shadows


Rhema

I feel her in every heave of my chest




I feel her in every tingle under my skin

I feel her cut through every bone and sinew

I feel her gush out from the depths of my soul






I feel her hold me, never letting go











Monday, February 20, 2023

EDGARD THE BARD: Dear Michelle

EDGARD THE BARD: Dear Michelle:  I stood idly by All the messages I did not reply All the moments I closed my eyes To your silent cry. I did not protect you, I did not look...

Dear Michelle

 I stood idly by

All the messages I did not reply

All the moments I closed my eyes

To your silent cry.


I did not protect you,

I did not look after you

Like I was supposed to.




Time and time again

I abetted abuse

To misuse you;

I enlightened eyes to undress you.


I looked aside

When the disheveled hair on the chest

Pricked you.

I held my nose

When the musky scent of sweat

Nauseated you.


I clapped for him

I did not reprimand him

The first time.

I did not throw him out

The second time.

I feigned absence

When he came into your room 

The third time.


I thought your smiles were genuine

I thought you locked your room

To pray and read your books,

I thought you asked for paracetamol

To relieve the pain of Saskatchewan's toll.


Nothing I do can bring back what you lost back then

Nothing I write can numb your pain.

Nothing but Grace can make you feel whole again.







 


 


Tuesday, October 18, 2022

THE STRUGGLING ARTIST



PART 1

Alien,

Unchosen, Un-deemed

Un-sensed, Un-promised.


Alien,

Untried, Denied.

Qualified Unqualified.


Alien,

The guitar strums mute whispers

Notes linger aimlessly

Floating along verandas of empty laboratories


Alien,

Bristles vow silence.

Grey confirmed scarlet

Silver lines dissolve into charcoal blue;

A kaleidoscopic mat indulges filled pews


Alien,

The hands of Engalabi frozen for all time,

No longer a master's piece.

Baksimba's legs glued together

At ease!

No longer a guest at the dance.


PART 2

2...5...6, 2...5...6...

It was the only number he could call. He had not the courage to type the final digits. The phone stayed trapped in his unrelenting, unmoving palm. His fist, clenched as hard as a rock. Was it that his call would not be answered? Was it that there would be silence at the other end of the line? Was the proprietor of the voice wronged or was it that she was indifferent? He could not remember. Gulp! A balled-up substance forcefully made its way down his throat. He picked up the courage to try again...

2...5...6, 2...5...6...


Hello...





Tuesday, April 19, 2022

OWN TIME

 Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. You Tube, Tik Tok, Snap Chat. Friend or foe? 

An old boy from the University posts a photo of his exploits in South Africa. He got 2 points at A level. An old girl from high school posts her wedding photos. She smiles, waving her large ring. Next to her stands a handsome man. They say he is a manager of a high-flying institution. He drives a range rover. "She isn't even that pretty, her gown is oba how?" A preacher, on his channel; 10,000 views. "He does not even speak good English". On your channel, 8 views and 3 subscriptions. You are "deeper" than he is. 




Is social media a friend or a foe?

Neither actually. Social media is what you make it. It can either be a growth opportunity, or an opportunity to develop a strain on your temple, a lump in your throat, and a clog in your heart. 





Worry not my dear one. Each individual on this earth has his or her own path to follow.









Each one on his own road,

Traversing a land

Never discovered before.


Each in its own time,

Hour hands strike

One at a time.


Each in its own season,

There's no confusion

Between rain and sunshine.

A poem by Edgard The Bard


Your time will come. Keep on doing what is right. Seek God, give Him your time. Work hard, work smart. Let your gifts shine before men, and in time, they will shine before Kings and Queens. Keep learning, keep reading, keep growing, keep searching, keep serving...keep loving. 

Keep believing; YOUR TIME WILL COME!

For everything, there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to build up. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away. A time to search and a time to quit searching. A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak. A time to love and a time to hate. A time of war and a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 NLT 





Tuesday, February 22, 2022

SHE LINGERS

 








She lingers...

In nifty corners,

In plantations,

In corporations.


A thief in the night

Awake in daylight's shadows,

With a despicable plight.


Patiently,

She lingers...

Ready to pounce 

On those who linger;

Their backs turned,

Facing the trigger.


Blow your whistles oh, laymen.

Don't cast your feet upon the linen path!

For there,

She waits...


She prays:

"Piece by piece

Limb from limb

Soul, from spirit"


She lingers...

The moon, alight,

The day, scorching bright.

Swaying her hips,

Licking her lips:

"Oh, the time to devour is nigh!"




A poem courtesy of the book One Last Smoke by Edgard The Bard

Tuesday, December 7, 2021

MY SWEET SUGARCANE

 Brendah Edgard Abwooli,

My sweet sugarcane from Masindi.

You are the apple of my eye,

Your eye is a window to my soul.

The warmth of your embrace,

Makes me feel whole.



Out of the abundance of your heart springs the waters of life,

A touch from your soft mellow palms

Is akin to a refreshing sip of Lake Albert.

Every time I am near you,

I smell a thousand lilies fresh from Solomon’s plot.

Every time I kiss you,

I taste milk and honey from the breadth of Heaven’s pot.

Every time I am with you,

Leaves rustle in trees,

Every time I am with you,

Birds sing, and your nectarine nature excites bees.

 





Brendah Edgard Abwooli

Please!

Let me be to you a cup that does not run dry,

Let me be a man who does not make you cry,

Let me be your Knight in shining armor.

You are the most beautiful plantation,

So let me be your farmer.

 

Brendah Edgard Abwooli,

My sweet sugarcane from Masindi.

Thank you for choosing me;

Thank you for being an antidote to anxiety,

Thank you for pulling me out of the hole of uncertainty,

Thank you, for your eloquence has aligned my destiny

Thank you, for boarding this plane of eternity.


Written by Edgard The Bard 


Thursday, September 9, 2021

EPISODE 2: MY LOVE!

 My love,

 

In the blackness of night,

When your eyes are only open to fright,

When shadows pounce left and right;

Forcing you to squeeze your pillow tight.

There, in the midst of your hopeless plight,

Shall you see my abounding light.

 




There, shall my hands embrace you,

Lock you

In the palms of power and might.

Enclose you

In the comfortable, subtle strength of peace’s delight.


My love,

Here I AM:

A strong tower,

Piercing through the charcoal night sky.

A vibrant force field,

Bouncing off vile creatures,

Darkness has no place in light.

 

My love,

When all is said and done,

When the fog clears,

And the sky opens,

You will see it:

I AM, standing there by your side.


Written by Edgard The Bard  

Wednesday, September 1, 2021

EARWORM

 


Every time I think,

My thoughts are drawn towards you.

Every time I close my eyes,

I see you.

A splitting image.

Every photo, billboard, poster, is awash

With your glowing eyes, your glittering face.

 

Every whiff of air I breathe,

Smells like nectarine, like you.

Every time I rub my palms,

I feel the softness of your deft touch.

 

Every love song I listen to

Reminds me of you.

Every time a voice is swept towards me

I hear the whispers of your sweet melody.

 

Every time I hear a cry,

I feel you on my chest

Squeezing my ribs

As I whisper:

“Everything will be okay.”

 


Every time I use a pen

You finish all its ink.

Even when I use a pencil

You make its lead go extinct.

 





Everything within me is screaming,

Beaming, teaming.

A passion so wild and true;

Pointing me towards you.


Written by Edgard The Bard

Wednesday, August 25, 2021

JOHN 3:16

 







JOHN 3:16

For God so loved the world,

He gave His only begotten son.

Whosoever believes in Him,

Should not perish but have everlasting life.

 

Do you really understand what this means?

 

For God so loved the world,

He gave His only begotten son

To a world where man hates fellow man,

Murder is permissible

Dishonour, fashionable,

And sin is our soft cushion:

Sons kill fathers

Fathers kill sons,

And mothers abandon their babies.

 

Where are role models for the gentlemen and the ladies?

 

 For God so loved the world,

He gave His only begotten son,

To a world where fornication is splendour,

And hypocrisy a constant action:

Man sleeps with man, woman with woman.

Father with daughter, mother with daughter,

 

And this, they call the new world order.

 

Nudity is in season:

Decency, an archaic, despicable style.

Forget marriage.

It’s nothing more

Than walking down a well-decorated aisle.

 

Dead bodies traverse the earth in artistic piles.

 

For God so loved the world,

He gave His only begotten son

To a world that doesn’t believe He exists.

 

 Behold! John gives us a new twist:

 

For God so loved the world,

He gave His only begotten son.

Whosoever;

Thieves, smokers, drinkers,

Prostitutes, murderers, fornicators,

Rapists, idolaters, even adulterers,

Believes in Him,

Shall not perish but have everlasting life.


(Written by Edgard The Bard. One of the poems in the book One Last Smoke).