I had given up with juju but this World Cup has surely forced me to reconsider this decision that I made a few years ago.

It was all because of a friend, Michael who thought he was too modern to use such "outdated" things like Juju. So the guy kept on discouraging me from that juju stuff.

Since, during that time I had just imported my bones from some village in one of the few districts in Uganda that flows with milk and honey, Hoima, I heeded to the counsel of this "civilized" friend just that I would also fit into the "civilized" lot in the town that does not believe in Juju.

However with the deepest sorrow in my heart I regret why I had to take such an outrageous decision after watching the world cup and realizing that Juju is not uncivilized as some fools want us to believe.

It is this madness of Octopus Paul that I have been hearing about almost everywhere I go during this world cup season that has made me realize that juju is not only civilized but also something that is endeared to by many all over the world.

Honestly it had really never occurred to me that the bazungu also believe in juju not until I had mbu the Germans had depended on Octopus Paul to predict all their matches and that he perfectly predicted all the results of their matches including their loss to the Spaniards. That is what juju can do.

Obviously some fellows will argue that that Octopus Paul stuff is not juju but superstition.

Now I want to assure you fellows that "superstition" is just a nice way of referring to juju only that some Ugandans like you do not know this. That is juju of the highest order.

I swear I was so excited when I discovered that even the bazungu can be so taken up by such things like juju.

So excited was I that I was inspired to re- trace my juju roots and honestly I am now so proud of those roots  that not even Jesus can convince me to desert these roots at the moment.

In fact I had always wondered why people like our Mzee are so into this juju stuff that some of them have even confessed of juju playing a part in their rise to power only to realize that this juju stuff is not as bad and evil as I thought all along.

At least now I know why they are proud of it and not alienated from their juju roots like I have always been.

That is why after watching that last match rightly predicted by Octopus Paul which was the final between Spain and Netherlands in the world cup a tear rolled down my cheek.

As I remembered those wonders that Juju had always done for me when juju was still my companion and how that damned buffoon Michael had come and destroyed my relationship with juju with his opinionated views about juju.

As a result I had no option but to lock my self into my room and throughout that night I did nothing but bargain with my ancestors whose powers had always been the originator of my juju's ability.

I kindly asked them to forgive me for betraying them just because of the silly claims of that fool, Michael.

Fortunately they heard my pleas and forgave me and have promised to support my juju antics once more only that this time they have warned me never to defect from my belief in juju again like I had done earlier or I face the unpalatable consequences for disturbing their peace in hell or the grave wherever they are but I have little or no doubt that that will not happen again at least not after what I saw juju or Octopus Paul for this matter do in the world cup.

So the next time you bump into my skeleton around town and find that it doing some strange things that are closely related to juju.

Just know it is all because of this world cup and just that I have discovered that juju like Zain can turn this hell of a planet into a wonderful world and like MTN juju is everywhere.

Then like Uganda Telecom juju is all about you and in relation to Warid one can always use it pakalast. Ha-ha-ha-. Long live juju, long live Octopus Paul, the Muzungu's juju. blog comments powered by Disqus

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