How widespread is hypocricy among us Catholics? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Over a decade ago, at the start of AIDS in Uganda Kenya and Zambia, an Irish nun, The Rev. Sister Mary McDonald - a Medical Doctor, wrote a report based in the context of AIDS, about Catholic Bishops in an un-disclosed AIDS infested African country, who had gone way overboard with fornication, sex with underage girls, impregnating nuns, illegal abortions etc.... (One Bishop is reported to have impregnated 24 nuns, with one nun dying on him during a back alley abortion, according to the same Sister Mary McDonald MD).
This report, if you remember, was suppressed by the cabal that really runs the Catholic church in Rome i.e. 'Opus Dei', and Sister McDonald was banished back to Ireland and gagged.
Is that suprising if one considers the likes of the Belgian head of the catholic church who was asking the court there to allow him to stand in dock for all the pedophile clergy there, arguing that going after them individually would take the court more than fifty years?
The catholic church is schizophrenic about sex.
Here in Canada a whole monastry, Mount St Cashell, had to be demolished by the Canadian govt after it had been found to have been used by priests to sodomize kids. This sodomy had lasted more than 50 years; and the church has not yet fully compensated the victims!!
Infamous Mount St Cashell had become such a place of pain, shame and evil that it really had to be erased from the face of the earth.
Don't get me wrong.
St. Mary’s College Kisubi is a very decent place where nobody has ever been known to suffer practices like those of Canada's Mount St Cashell. But still, the schizophrenia about sex exists there too.
I hope fellow Kisubi OB's and fellow Catholics will not roast me alive when I refer to these dark 'secrets' !!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Weddings at Ntare; starvation in Kisubi School Times By Simon Kasyate Jan 12 - 18, 2004
OK guys let us begin like this; for my O-level, I was in a liberal school where limits were but in your head (wherever your conscience instructed you to stop was where the school ‘fence’ ended) and preps were optional.
But it was a rude cultural shock when at A- level; I was faced with the realities of being in a single sex, catholic school.
It was my dream school because of the academic prestige. Passing through this school was a passport to ‘celebrity.’
But blind I was after noticing the social deficit this college suffered. I mean, moving out of school at SMACK as St. Mary’s College Kisubi is known, be it for a small drink, dance, dinner and whatever was so feared that the mere thought of it would plunge you into panic before one of the Brothers reads your mind.
The situation here was near the opposite of what I had left at Ntare School.
Mbarara town was more like part of Ntare school because, on a daily basis, whether during exams or not, there was always a beeline of students headed to and fro town.
Chances of meeting a teaching or non-teaching staff was 100% but what the heck-never heard of anyone expelled for being in town in broad day light.
For many of us, flocking club Vision Empire was part of the ‘prep menu’ every Friday. Saturday mornings found us nursing hangover in town with that badly needed plate of Katogo.
Being a staunch catholic in love with Victorian hymns, Martyrs’ cathedral was the place to be by 10 o’clock Sunday morning.
Going to these places without permission was illegal, but we made it so easy that occasionally we even attended town wedding receptions and other bashes. Come SMACK and lo!
The well tended lawns punctuated with palm trees, tarmac and sparkling white buildings not withstanding, I could not believe that unless there was such a cause as burial of an immediate relative or acute health complications; there was no way out of the gate.
Attempting to do so was just as sacrilegious as executing the act, and the penalty when ‘grabbed’ was nothing short of an expulsion embedded in a suspension.
You would be suspended for two weeks or slightly more, with a command to return with your parent(s) or guardian only for them to be handed the expulsion/indefinite suspension letter. For me, threats of expulsion really worked.
I could not imagine myself before the domestic lioness (read Mummy), brown envelope in hand containing the bizarre news of my expulsion, how?
So throughout my two-year tenure at this college, I suppressed the animal instinct of free range roaming.
As a pass time, boys who joined SMACK from Ntare, narrated our escapades, some too ‘wicked’ for the humble imagination of an indigenous SMACK lad.
You won’t believe it, but during third term, one would most likely never set eye on a female except female teachers, cooks, secretaries, nuns and other staff.
No new faces.
Ha! And if by some stroke of luck some female graced the high road to the headmaster’ office, pandemonium would break out especially on the HSC block with calls of ‘assist, assist’—the jargon used to alert everyone of a gorgeous female in the vicinity.
Now that the days are long gone and gorgeous females are all over the place and access to places is almost unlimited, one is justified to say, ‘School times were really hard times’!
© 2003 The Monitor Publications
Mitayo Potosi
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