Working For The Money

Over time, I have come to realise that seeking employment for the sole reason of earning a salary at the end of the month is only but a waste of one’s time and life’s moments.

Now, let me say that seeking employment in a well paying discipline isn’t a bad thing at all. As a matter of fact, I want you to have a job that can meet your daily needs. However, having said that, I am still convinced that money shouldn’t be the lead or main driver of one’s attending to their job.

I have read stories of people who are well off and successfull by people’s standards and have what many dream of achieving in life but live in misery in their lives and at their work places.

They dread the feeling of having to sit in an office or work in the field of their current jobs. They drag their feet out of their beds and into their shoes. They simply hate their jobs. When the weekend draws near, they are ecstatic and often utter the words ‘ It’s Friday.’ All they think about is getting a break off work.

I am not basing on experiences of other people I have read, in order to write this article, but rather I write from my own experiences.

I remember a few years back during my high school days when I took a job as a casual labourer at a factory. I went out of desperation. I needed the money. For a while after I had started work I ejoyed the job and was focused on what I was doing, however, after a while I begun loosing focus and may attention was divided between work and looking at the time. I was always wondering when my shift would end. I reached apoint when I would have to think twice before I embarked on the one hour walk to the factory. At times I would joke with colleagues at the factory how ‘ sente tezileeka’ ( meaning how hard earning money was). To cut the story short. I quit in only months.

Now, ofcourse there are many other reasons that lead to my quitting besides the stated reason above and my example might be differenet and seem disconnected from the reality of many who have to fend for aliving for their families everyday.

But hear me out, the point is that you should get a job that you will love and that will give you satisfaction beside just putting food on your table and paying your bills.

I guess the feeling was mutual at the factory because many had left by the time I quit and new requits were being signed-up.

Most workers were uncommitted and inefficient in their work and after they were paid, many would take some time off away from the factory for days on end until they ran out of money.

And so like amny others, I was never satisfied with what I was doing. I am passionate about the things that I choose to spend my time on form reading to writing articles for this blog.

For some reason I was unable to give this job my best because my motive was wrong.

I hope your’s is the right one.

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The state of the media in Hioma town

A few weeks upon my arrival in Hoima, I noted a difference in the media this small town is exposed to. It’s lacking.

Hoima unlike other places I have been to is a small town with little competition between media players and such lacks the vigour and dynamisms that is to be expected of a people centred media. In the sam evein I find that the programming is not so much developmental and lacks a transformative mix in it.

This is visisible in the various music shows and video movie entertainment packages broadcasted over the airwaves.
I should also add that I have heard advertisements about music carnivals that in Kampala would take place in a stretch of two weeks. There seems to be a launch every four days.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with having many entertainment shows as part of the broadcasting package offered by media houses. It could be meeting the set needs of the viewers.

However, when the programmes aired only feed the viewers with only what they need to see, the media house throws away one of it’s core responsibilities of leaving it’s viewers better than when they tuned into the channel.

THE END OF A SEMESTER

I have been away from home to attend medical school miles away from home at the opposite end of the country, in Hoima. I have spent close to six months here and I must say it has been quite an experience for me this being my first time to stay away from home this long and especially for the cause of study.

During these six months of stay at this school, I have learnt alot of things. Academic, life skills and in the remotest of cases to live by my self away from the supervision of my parents.

It would be unfair of me not to say a thing or two about the colleagues I have met and interacted with at this school. They are from different parts of Uganda, different walks of life and each one of them is unique and intriguing. Like all societies where there is an amalgation of different people, there will always be those who are far from liking and they are in good numbers here too.

Many things have happened during may six months stay and more are yet to occur. This is only the beginning of my thirty six months stay in this town.

I can only hope and pray that I will leave far better than I came not only academically but also intellectually and in all the different aspects of life. And I will.