Humanist

Are you superstitious?

When it comes to wishing for poetic justice to be handed down to greedy barbarians my “excessively credulous belief in and reverence for the supernatural” is in full gear.

I know Christian beliefs about the time frame of 40 days are “widely held but irrational beliefs in supernatural influences, especially as leading to good or bad luck, or a practice based on such a belief.”

But for poetic justice for greedy barbarians, I want those beliefs to hold true. You know, like those judicial officers with Christian names but whose rulings are devoid of empathy, legal basis and Christian charity. I digress, back to the point.

As in, apparently, “God was so troubled by the wickedness of the world that he planned to destroy all life – with the exception of those righteous few on the ark – and “rain fell on the earth forty days and forty nights.””

I pray. like God, the spirits of my ancestors cause targeted bad rains, special for the greedy barbarians. Perhaps, even with hail stones so they can feel it; before they drown and the floods sweep them away.

I pray, like the Mozambique pastor, greedy barbarians literally believe that “after Moses led the Israelites out of Egypt toward the Promised Land, God called him to the top of Mount Sinai for “forty days and forty nights without eating bread or drinking water.”

“Mozambique pastor dies attempting 40-day Jesus fast,” is a headline I would love to read about the greedy barbarians. Apparently, “Francisco Barajah, after 25 days without food or water, he had lost weight to the point where he could not stand up. He was aged 39.”

That he lasted that long is amazing. Me thinks, the greedy barbarians, the subjects of this post, wouldn’t last that long.  And so, I hold out hope and pray for the spirits of my ancestors to confuse them to try out the 40-day fast.

After all, in their deceitful Christianity, they are unbending in regurgitating and defending illogical assertions, such as: “When the prophet Elijah fled the wicked queen Jezebel, he traveled 40 days and nights until he reached Mount Horeb.” Really?

And so, I cringe each time I remember them making and or supporting their assertion by beginning the sentence: “The Bible says …” Anyway, you catch my drift. This is all in the context of I am all for poetic justice.

The greedy barbarians I have in mind often profess being staunch Christians, but sincerely, their greed and actions, reveal how skin light, like bleached black African skin, their faith is.

How poetic it would be for my superstitious wishes for my ancestors’ spirits to deliver poetic justice on them were to come true. You think they will give my ancestors credit? Nope, they will claim it is the work of the devil.

Why, I wonder won’t they claim it as the wrath of God?

Some, may think this post flippant. To you I ask: Please cut me some slack. My ancestral sub-region has the second highest proportion of its population of “persons aged 10 years and above with probable psychological distress” in the whole of the greater northern region of Uganda.

According to the Uganda Bureau of Statistics, 15.7 percent is the proportion of Bukedi’s population that is afflicted with “suicidality, psychosis, anxiety disorder, depressive disorder, and bipolar affective disorder.” Second to Teso, the sub-region of my people, with a rate of 16.4 percent.

Much higher, by 3.5 percentage points and 4.4 percentage points, than the national average, which is 12 percent.

I don’t believe I am among them, but who knows?

Are my wishes and belief in the spirits of my ancestors delivering poetic justice against greedy barbarians harming me simply superstition?

Or is it spirituality?

Or is it psychosis?

Whatever.

All I know, is that if I did not have outlets, such as my blogging, I probably would be among the people in my ancestral sub-region and in the sub-region of my people, with “probable psychological distress.”

And yes, I am superstitious, but to the extent that I remain rational.

Wait a minute, I am praying for the 40 days of the greedy barbarians to be over and their poetic justice they deserve delivered by the spirits of my ancestors!