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Who made us judge(s)?

"You looked at her and yelled out,

Instantly never thinking of how,

That may have made her feel.

Did you ever stop to think that she,

Dressed like that because of how it

Made her feel?...."

The poem reads in part. When I first read this poem, I said to myself, "oh jeez number one culprit of judgement". You see, am always judging people. I will make a comment in mind of how a woman has dressed,make a face and go "whatever" when someone looks at my legs. I have never really taken time to ask myself why a person is how they are.

Am sure the throne of judgement gets sat on by each one of us..on a daily basis. Do you cringe when you see people kiss or hold hands in public? Whisper words like, "braggers", "she will get dumped". Do you find yourself laughing at a fat person and quickly judge her? "consequences of french fries", "how does one get that fat? Wasn't she checking?". Or when you see a man in sweat shirts you judge him insinuating he is showing off muscles?

We judge...we judge others and never at one moment pause to think how if they knew would make them feel. Are our judgement verdicts ever true?

Once in high school, there was this girl of around age 16. She always covered her tummy. Come rain come shine, she was ever in a big scarf. Then one day, the scarf dropped. Lo and behold, What we saw was enough to make the years' topic.

Whispers of "she is pregnant" were deafening. She was every day's topic. Young boys avoided her. Us girls bragged of our virginity. Long story short, the teachers decided to parade her in-front of hundreds of us, so that we could "know the real story".

You see, the girl had a tumor in her womb. Yeah, she was slowly dying inside while we all made fun of her "generous legs". It was sad.

I have judged and made myself King so many times. I have blamed a parent for the behavior of a spoilt child. Why doesn't she have a husband? Never taking time to think that the husband may be dead, or the mum a victim of rape. I have judged a man who loves female perfume or walks in a female way. That's so gay, I say. But who made me judge? Do we take seconds to think that a certain gene may be lacking? A medical condition? Maybe? We kill characters through tweets and status updates.

But We judge without a care...Stealing an excerpt from one Andrew Mwenda(on the new anti-gay law in Uganda), he gives a funny account of "Christians" judging the gay community. He puts it, "..Corinthians 6:9 and it says: “Do not fool yourselves; people who are immoral or worship idols or are adulterers or homosexual perverts or who steal or are greedy or are drunkards or who slander others or are thieves – none of these will possess God’s Kingdom.” Homosexuality is mentioned as one among eight other sins with no special attention given to it." - Its pathetic how we let our minds rule others yet we don't rule our own character. We beat and crucify people based on our "best" perception of life. Yet we live in the shadows of sin.

And what if, for a moment God chose to judge us? Maybe put His face forever away everytime we mess up? For every bad look we give our neighbor(haughty eyes),a shrug to the hungry child, a lying tongue to get our way through,the innocent blood we shed, our hearts that devise wicked plans, our feet that run rapidly to evil,…(Prov 6:17-18). Then where would we be?

And so the poem ends.."Who can look at a woman and simply, Love what (you)see and not yell out ooh wee?"

Have a lovely one, will ya?

Comments

Unknown said…
Wow so true!empathy is da way?got it
carol gatonye said…
very true my dear...after a while, we realize we aint God..not even close to Him.
Anonymous said…
It's a fantastic, really wonderful piece. Thank you, my African friend.

God Himself made us judges. The concern should be how and why we judge. To judge is essentially to make inferences and draw comparisons, which may be negative or positive. When Jesus said that do not judge so that you will not be judged, He did not mean to prohibit that. Rather, Jesus' message should be well understood and to do this, regard must be had to the context or environment in which He lived and operated i.e. an environment of utter hypocrisy and manifest injustice. So, Jesus was only saying, 'Don't be harsh to your neighbour so that your Father in heaven will not be harsh to you too.' Jesus could not have intended to forbid niceties like compliments, since to do so would for instance be tantamount to throwing away the baby with the bath water.

The homos for instance, are condemned and judged harshly because it is simply the right thing to do so, given the shameful act they are involved in that has horrible consequences for them as individuals who are involved and the society as a whole. Please, don't be misled by the confusion of gay rights' lobbyists.

Otherwise, you are very good writer and please, keep it up. We, the writers, are the cream de la cream of societies everywhere. Right now, your colleagues see you as a genius, although they may hide it. Many more years to come, the wisdom in your writings will nourish the people then, who will think of you as a once earthly god of sorts. Cheers.
carol gatonye said…
Hey BB, you know if I comment on the argument, we will continue with the cycle we had on your blog. But to ease your mind, no, I dont support the gay movement as I told you earlier.

Thank you for the compliments(* literally blushing). And if in many years to come the "wisdom in my writings will nourish people then", then I pray to God for wisdom and knowledge to write well.

Thanks a bunch...

Cheers
Carolyn

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