EGENIA Planet On The Rise

_FortZion_
I think every story writer has one of those stories they write just for the fun of writing…just for the love of the pen… just for memories sake… just for the fun of reading!!
Then again, as if that’s the only reason why we (free-style/free-lance writers) actually write! The thought has just struck me, and I am loving it, so Egenia, Planet on the rise is a collection of some short stories…some amplified and tweaked personal accounts and things like that, all happening on planet EGENIA…land of Genius(Stroke of Genius)

The factory’s guttural thunder rips through the empty quiet space leaving behind a deafening high pitched hiss, and spewing a swift rush of debris, smoke, fire and explosion all over the place.
Larma and Juno are struggling to outrace the chaotic fire that is now quickly pursuing/ bearing down their tail through space. Their voices are shaking their way through the communicators:
“Juno…a..re..we making it back to the portal in time?”

“We have no choice. We have to”

…just then Larma’s capsule is shaken momentarily violently by a tremor. The siren lights start blinking red….
“Larma..can you hear me”… “they are raining the hail on us…Larma”

“Relax,. I’m still here…:

“Larma. No!!We are not doing this again…Larma. We’ve got to get back to the portal…Larma!!?”

 ..Uncomfortable silence..

“Larma!!?”

Just then, Larma’s capsule swerves around and plunges head-on into the on-coming charge of explosion, and now swarm of attacking ships, and barrage of missile fire.
Juno just sighs and mutters “I thought so” as their capsules disappear back into the smoke.
Larma is intently focused peering through the thick fog of smoke, as her space capsule slices through the din of missile fire, and fighter ships wheezing by. His ship is wildly spinning and turning, and somersaulting, but he grips onto the steering joystick unceasingly. Beads of salty perspiration roll down her forehead, through her bushy eyebrows, into her eyes…but she gently,but firmly steers on. As if unaware of all this. Beneath the firm stare of her eyes is a childish “half smile”… she is in the middle of play time on the battlefield!! Juno’s capsule is experiencing a beating. The storm of missiles is shaking it to the core… the hologram timer is quickly racing to zero… the fuel gauge, missile shield ,missile tracking icons in the cock_pit a blincking incessantly.

“Larma..let’s quit this one... the portal is closing soon…”  

TO BE CONTINUED....MAYBE!!!

Voices of My Night

21:38 9th February 2013 I am staring at the only lit spot in this dark room…the laptop screen. Darkness is covering everything around like some gloomy, calm quiet and subtle dust-cover… I am resting in the couch, as thoughts drive through my head, and collide and smoothly mingle with the soft acoustic music that is flowing through my ears. It is an acoustic recording by Newbreed, “Turn To You”, and they are thoughts of conversations through my day, and of the girl whose call I now await, and of events in my recent life. Questions are becoming clear, as some meanings become blurred, and the other way round. Slowly I begin to realize what I want to do. The image of which has been forming in my mind, and my heart slowly, but persistently. The direction from which I begin to understand I cannot turn. The voice of which I can no longer continue to ignore. There is that point in life when God is” taking His time”…sipping on his cup of coffee. He seems to be oblivious of the weight of my situation. Yes, he has the answers, and also owns all the time in heaven, yet here on earth life must /and is going on. Someone has got to do something and if God isn’t about to, I think I’m going to test the reins. “I think I just might take His place for the meantime until he finally comes through”. Ridiculous, but that is exactly how most ,if not, all of us are handling our projects, relationships, jobs, friends, siblings, pets, traffic officials, families, exams, board meetings, broken gadgets, broken hearts…We are entrusting our fate to our own feeble hands which we ourselves have no ounce of trust in. The words I hear in this song that is weaving the voices of my night, sums up everything I want to do. (one of the Newbreed singers in this set is called “Charlene Moore”…just for your FYI) “My focus is Jesus, who’s the alpha and omega All my hopes are found in You Jesus, Who will never disappoint, or fail, or let me down… For you have no equal, your name is supreme, In all you are righteous, I turn to you again” _turn to you¬¬_ NewBreed(Hallelujah project)

A Tale of “Mutual weirdness”

At approximately 12:09pm, on 8th, November, 2012 “specimen-X’s” best-friend’s updates her facebook status with this post: “We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.” Weirdness ...really?i guess that means I’ve had my couple of bouts of weirdness in this life. For starters, it’s in those native stories that “whites” call fairy-tales, and we (were taught in primary school to) call them “legends”. There are those too weird to be true mutual-weirdness. CINDERELLA So you were dancing with this girl in some night club or at your party(paarrre),and she ran off suddenly at the strike of midnight, and left you with her “glass slipper”.Really?? I dare say that prince in Cinderella did not know what he was doing. He was naïve. 1. For starters, who doesn’t know that one fact, everything looks beautiful in the neon lights. When morning comes, all that is left is a big dose of “what was I thinking”!! 2. She ran off at midnight?...it must have been curfew or something. Seriously (atleast in Uganda), what do you be doing dancing with a highschool child?ity’s illegal. 3. So her shoe slipped off/fell off her feet in her fleeing manouvre? If the girl can successfully lie to herself about her own shoe size, dwanzy,she lied to you about everything…her name,her age, perhaps even her face???haahaha.. 4. So she was running in these glass slippers and they didn’t even get a crack?(who am I even kidding)..they didn’t break? Dear prince,that is what we call plastic shoes. who comes to a ball in “yobos”? Not even windeck!! Cinderella must have been a Ugandan! “Ekyebeyi kya beeyi…house girl tagenda for parres and things like that”! SNOW WHITE So you find a small house in the forest, and get in? That’s what amuses me about bazungu. In horror movies ,they hear something move in the bush, then they slowly(stupidly) walk towards it. They have never learnt, you smell a rat,run as fast as you can in the opposite direction. It’s the only reason why people don’t die badly in Nigerian movies (they just pretend to die even!)! Anyway ,so snow_white wakes up to dwarfs(and still doesn’t run),her ninja stepmother plays on her what would be a muganda co-wife’s “acid attack” on her rival(I suspect she’s only kind because she is not mugandan),and she succumbs to a comma, and her not so medically aware miner friends prepare for her funeral in a glass coffin (what is it with these people and glassware?). Meanwhile ,prince charming is idly riding through the forest(I must mention…this is the most drastic kind of idleness you will ever come across in recorded history). Prince charming, finds a girl, who is so pale,she is as white as white paper can get,lying in a glass coffin,and stoops down from his stead to kiss her?is he mad? Has he watched any vampire movies in his life time… or maybe he had his FirstAid lessons mixed up?who gives people in a coffin a kiss of life..mssswww to that!! THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG Honestly ,how desperate can you get? To anyone who tried kissing a frog(that is if you even know how to tell the difference between toads and frogs), I used to think this story was a con…until Shrek2 came along to clear the air. I discovered that the biological bi-product of a frog and a human is an ogre. Which got me wondering, who really are Shrek’s parents? There is another ogre in the story of “Jack and the Beanstalk” who must have had parents also ,and is Jack Bauer in any way a descendant of this Jack? Thing is there are other princesses who kissed frogs out there and the fairytale writers never told us about it. This story is really just weird, and that’s that!

Love is my verb

02:40(12th-10-2012) Have some puzzling thoughts on my mind. It’s been a great thanksgiving gig with the band ,and MacElvis, and it’s been a fascinating season fro Uganda; the Yoga-yoga, Uganda at 50 jubilee season. And it’s been a life-changing October still(btu that’s not the point here). Sunday,I read an interesting guitar quote which I will try to paraphrase for you: “what is the fastest way,five guitarists can replace a light bulb? One guitarist gets the job done, and the four others say ‘I could do that’!!” If you say you love someone, be sure you mean it in your heart, be sure that you know the meaning of truth,it must be in sync with the beat that drives your very heart beat. All this is nothing though, until you tell it to their faces.Until you show it with the twinkle in your eye,the shimmer in your voice, the very touch of your hands.When you don’t do these things,someone really not worthy will come and do them, and win the treasure of your life away from you. It is in the Jacob wearing goatskins to take a first-born’s blessing. It is in the flowers that flourish in the daylight .The stars that deck the nightsky like glowing gems are millions of times bigger than the stars that are bigger than the sun,but the sun wakes up early in the morning,not to stand aloof at a glorious bedazzling distance,but at a close,tightly knit warm embrace. It is in the cock that crows every early hour of the day.it is not paid. Chickens don’t fly.but it chooses the one thing no one else does when they arise ; to wake up the neighbours. 17:29(30th-10-2012…continued) It is in the ugly,weather beaten,shy,gross look and ego of a marabou stork. Ever wondered why it’s not the elegant eagles and cranes,or colourful parrots that dwell in the city? Marabou storks might be ugly, but they know the taste of take-away that’s gone bad from tuskies,uchumi,nandos,steers, javas…while the worthy looking eagles are hunting raw squirrels in the jungles!

If the music stops by Purple* and Fortzion

If the music stops by Purple* and Fortzion