Dycriptable letter to Sejjusa

Ever wondered why anyone ever came up with that adage of the monkey who laughs at a burning bush clearly oblivious to what will happen to his most prized habitation? Ever cared to think that perhaps the little tailed creature is savouring the glow of the moment instead of crying over already spilt milk. Maybe our dear lil monkey prefers to wear a smile till the dusk of day.

Regardless, do you ever pause to realize how kids wanna do it their way until the zipper gets stuck and you have to come in and clean up the teary mess? Why  did they not ask for this help in the first place? It is surmised that the best training is to let a child touch a lamp and when they burn, they will learn. Forget that the ulcer might take a while to heal and perhaps get septic and poke a few holes in the wallet. Forget all that.

Forget all you might, but forget not that people are not as naive as you might make them out to be. Not most of them I can guarantee you that. They might skip the latest fashion, wear ill fitting leggings and jeggings, wear unflattering suspenders, skip a few trips to the barber's and even entirely give up on that six pack. Yes they might be engrossed in soap operas, typically nonsensical sitcoms and stale comedy shows; waste countless hours on talk shows and soccer games, but people have some grey matter that comes in handy once in a while. If just once in a while.

Once in a while people will realise that it took you over twenty plus years to notice that you were in the less preferred camp, that the privileges of the high table were not that sumptuous. So many blue moons for you to notice that the cogs you so diligently grated, might not be the most flattering of political machinations. That you now accept that all your sweat was a mark of villainy and that you now wish to join another V camp. That after climbing the apex of military ranks, you now find something at fault with the hand you so ravishingly licked.

The breast you suckled now stands in the red corner of your championship fight. That breast that would give two hoots for your head on a platter. To think that Lucifer was at some point at the right hand, but worse to think that the patriarch might never have glimpsed a spark of ambition. That after 60 + years someone grows wise enough to go for a deed poll for re Christening. Experience yes, relevance maybe, timely perhaps, spark of genius, no...inventive step? absolutely not.

Yes, evenI. Even I when my brother dare sleeps with my wife, I will take on the whole village. I will shout it from the Nile to the Mississippi; because you know w

hat? The world cares that a junior officer disrespects me, that people are so tired of the status quo that they can abandon their limping livelihood to gang with an exiled son of the land. 

          Who of you thinks I am not sacrificing a lot by being away from home, that I miss matooke and beans.           Do you think I enjoy these tasteless burgers and AC? You think it is fun to fly all the time? 

That is what naivety does, it makes people think having a valley dam in karamoja supersedes a wifi  router!!

Damn, one cannot even buy a lamborghini coz man these potholes!Yikes!

Give me something new, prove to me that it is not a game of two elephants sorting out a personal vendetta. be humble enough to join the boys who left your camp and have been on the frontline for ages. Do you have an idea what pepper tastes like in someone's eyes? Have you ever spent a night in a University of understanding? We might never know those answers, but thing though is, we might not even ask these questions. When you see bakowu people singing tusaba gavumenti etuyambe, then you know that reinvention of the wheel is not a hard thing after all.

Snowden might be tasting his long awaited freedom in a Russian safe house but for all we know he can forget about "the land of the free". We all want something better, but if anyone thinks they are going to ride on our plight to advance egoistic agenda and settle selfish scores, that person might need to beat Golola first! While you are at it, remember that Naggy is dead, I am not sure the enturire infested punches had a contributing factor.

Yours sincerely,

Even Me I donno

FIAT FEST NAMITIMA

Forget the spelling, that is to throw away your assiduity, we all had our experience. Apart from the electrifying performances of all the artists and I mean all, or okay most artists if you insist; there were a few other material to catch one's attention.

Without over hyping it, please always do VIP. Thank you. Apart from the fact that you do not have to scramble around rails to catch a clean view of the action and risk losing your space in case you move an inch for any reason, there is a lot to gun for. You can seat through, thoughtful performances, or even just to catch a breath, you can get some nice KFC treat (Kampala Fried Chicken) at less than 99k; eavesdrop in on the stars' jazz, as in!!! Okay if you like the Ki-russia fun, you can hop out, chill wit ya boys but still be able to come back to VIP as in for riyo. Before I take leave of the flossing, the drinks will keep coming until yo like just chill me out. Viewwise you can choose upstairs or right up front, whichever way you like it baby.

 

I btw like our star craze, we be like we like Sho Baraka so bad we will tear his bracelet off his hand. These American Gz trying to shake babez hands, make sure no bling yah!! I also jumped for free mix tapes, it was fun actually coz I succeeded. Caps and scarfs I'll buy, no worries. Gwe ebyobwelele u don't want? kasita I'd paid ma ka 50k.

  

Kati I had some interesting neighbours. Thou shall not judge yo neighbour, and I won't bara..this white pensioner had on his right arm, a tattoo of Bad Black (young dark skinnyish thing), complete with nose rings and ear pins and I can't say what other piercings. This chick who was doing a constant rabadaba on her white mzee is not the prettiest ....(sorry, I digress). Anyway, it was a gospel concert, and this was VIP, but like that disgusting stuff of kiss kissing yourself when Pompi as doing a deep worship song, like seriously??? Very Important Ps indeed.

On the hustler end, I could not help but notice a handful of young boys with weigh scales moving around. Who really cares about catching their weight at 11:00pm at a concert even if it is for Shs. 500. UPE might need to be revisited, forget about cramming Nantaba's escapades to pass SST.

Boys can be sharp, but one thing is for sure, it will not be news again if you try to propose at a concert midway a Bumper song, just be sure she is gonna say the obvious or at least she has a heart. (then she can say yes and later say it was a joke), Jemimah don't try this at home. cc Lugayizi Timothy Ssempebwa. Ba like seriously that proposal stunt was on point.

I liked Benja's humility. The guy after performing sat on the kiRussia of the stage and started bobbing to Ugandan acts like Phila, Exodus,  Coopy Bly (This particular Luganda must have been a hard nut. jamaican bits but deep Luganda rhymes. Pole Benja bway).

So someone tosses a white smart phone ma way as if like a ka mobile money message, and as I read, " We are building a dormitory in Luwero..." turning around I am greeted with a slitted tin container hungry for some VIP change. Atti, I know there is a 40/40 tent naye you Ugandans with thick heads, musasula 50k to chill naye you cannot go drop something for charity! kati you refuse to drop in and watch the mortification that greets you. 

Like zic is fun, but anti if yo a drummer boy, do not be afraid of heights coz yo gonna wanna be hoisted and make sure Umeme or Silk Events are on top of their game, coz if the tech jams, yo gonna mighta flyia back to gravity before your time.

I liked the tweeting aspects, naye banange Ugandans, anti they sed wireless was day but they forgot those of us who had semi smart phones for MTN zero and Fanta MBz. BTW TWongex Kudoz on the pocket charger, oba it was tiger head I rono.

The tributes were on point, the choreo by the resident all star dance crew...Respect!!!, the less talking MCing top notch, artist line up and discipline..kudos, quality of delivery..top notch, ma live band ( Trevor on keys is ma ob and former band mate...hihihi (Ebyo biyamba Nze). Anyway thanks Power Fm for a job well done. Nolulala..

Drizzle or no drizz, we party like crazy, we go hard, namutima.

#TOH

Basima Ogenze but not for long!

It was faintly innovative of Chameleon to pen down a track in the above style a while back. Whoever it was he was trying to hit at for being unappreciative we cannot say for certain but it worked. The song caught the eyes of a few notables with rumours of the President YKM buying the album at a staggering 400m.

Basima ogenze loosely translated, "they appreciate after you are gone" (forget that the translation is longer than the initial two words, blame it on African precision); is a jibe to hit at ingrates that sag around you or one you throw around in retrospect when you feel like your thud was not as aptly thumped to effect.

In the weeks that passed, a couple of popular people went west, and the popularity question depends on whom you ask. The generation that watches Fast and Furious will miss Paul Walker, though even a few of them always thought of him more of a supporting role and their mental faculties could the more easier conjure up anamnesis for the ripped up Vin Disel, Van Damme and the likes of them. It is not entirely eccentric to say that Walker's role (RIP) will be the easier one to fill. Another sort of Senior Justin Bieber look alike that the babes will drivel over will do just fine in the long run. ME thinks.

For the TBN die hards especially the older folk and the Christian Theologists, Paul Chrouch's exit off the twig will be the more memorable of them all. The man started arguably the biggest Christian Television Station that has not only propagated the verses of the good old book but also augmented a few profiles for all the different reasons. I hate to poke this particular rib, but most young Christians do not even know who started TBN let alone care, after all like the Billy Grahams of his day, he has not as much as been a regular face on the silver screen. But I must say kudos to such a legacy.



Madibalism is the most obscene craze that has hit us this last weekend or so. With the Drogbas causing chaos in Turkey over tribute under jerseys, blond celebs tweeting quotes by Martin Luther and attributing them to Mandela, Kanye West equating his rambunctious lyricism to spending 27 years in 46664. What was that nonsense about CNN comparing NM with JC? like seriously? smh. Twitter saying that Morgan Freeman had died because of the look alike virus hack, Obama yet again spinning a few chart topping lines, reinvented rivalries; ex-wives kissing!!(both are women btw), every social media maniac throwing in their lines...and thank goodness, a week off KCCA nonsense. Lukwago could not have chosen a worse time to shine. (Ask Ronaldo how hard it is to live in Messi's day although babes will disagree for no particular footballing reason!)

One thing I can guarantee you, we shall move on. When MJ died, we cried and moved on, when Whitney...same, same same ole. A leaf in the same book. We are who we are when u book a date with your maker, we can only see you up to the door! Our dinner might be getting cold already!

Of course it's a good thing to burn down Owino market daah!!!

If you are in the insurance business you know too well how the words insurable interest, risk, premium and the like conjure up butterflies in your mental wallet. If we can cauterise such markets twice a month atleast; then we can have these superstitious or rather mystical Ugandans appreciate how to apportion income for scintillated moments.

Naye who gives a damn about second hand and counterfeited stuff you find in DT? We are moving on to malls and designer labels and there is no better wakeup call than to show these poor chaps that acts of god are also appalled at their backwardness. Besides, it will save Ugandans from unnecessarily wasting their hard earned money trying to buy cheap Christmas gifts for people in the villages.

By the way, can't u see that usafi and wandegz markets are more organized...but they need a hand of God marketing strategy to get some hotheads in there selling stuff. Maradona needed it to win a world cup, Kampala landlords need it; once in a while.

We all agree that Besigye and Lukwago's running battles as they walk to work and work to walk have done little to provide a proper lab specimen of how good our police reservoir can be. We have tear gas, water spray for those who don't shower, pink water for those who think they have insatiable wardrobes, pepper spray for those cold eyes that need a spark plug to help relieve them of excess tear cisterns. We have nice kiboks for those who did not attend upcountry private schools. I doesn’t matter that you are an aggrieved vendor, or street lumpen wanting to take advantage, you have to realize that when we are on duty, we cannot distinguish who is who, just get out of the way!

Smoldering such markets is not just to prove that Lukwago has failed to honor our votes and beat government. He can’t even stop a simple fire? A whole Lord Mayor (tuswalatuswala). We should start voting wisely and make sure Musisi is both mayor and Director of our Kibuga.

I know how you watch movies and see fire departments as cool and well equipped. If Owino incinerates, you call police, they show up after an hour to see warrups, you give them facilitation to call the fire department,. the head of department is probably working on his thesis about school fires and has to be called from leave to approve logistical requisitions for the emergency. Then the department vehicles are taken for servicing, then they go and fetch water in Entebbe anti Umeme has cut off power because the yaka metre is not updated; water bill s are still pending approval of Public Procurement and Disposal of Assets or better still a supplementary budget. Finally we can now show up and stop the fire. (Ignore this paragraph I was dreaming).

 

Maybe Sevo will come up and give us some 200 million so we can vote wisely next time. By the way what is that market for anyway, wouldn't we rather use that land for parking space when we go for soccer at Nakivubo, or even just turn it into another bus terminal. More important ideas for sure. it's a pity we cannot burn street vendors off the street!

 Anyway, oba what happened to That’s Life Mwaatu? Kubanga these things Bibaawo

Ela Government etuyambe.

Of course u didn't win the MTN marathon, hope u won yoself a babe

If abanonya is too local for you, you should  never miss a vougy (of course the word doesn't exist) opportunity to meet a prospective suitor. No one will castigate you for wearing blinding make up before you stretch the 12 kms or so. It does not matter that you even decide to walk them. You do not need track suits to do a marathon, even a bikini will do, just make sure it is in the right colours; and if it is the MTN Marathon, yellow does the charm. Remember, you have to have your A game up. Speke road will be abandoned at this time of day, so shift business because duh..the pensioners are gonna show up. Do not forget your make up kit because I can guarantee you, that  paparazzi is gonna wanna emphasize that important people showed up after all.

Is it not about win win? Is it not about where your bread is battered.
If you are a Councillor somewhere, package some rice for the runners. ( Like seriously who eats pilao while running a marathon?!). If you run a water plant, make sure your staff works overtime to make branded litres of refreshments so that you do not miss the rare opportunity to show how benevolent you are. In fact if you run any business in town, prepare head and hand bands so that the runners are smartly dressed in your colors. For crying out, if you care, just damn get on board. KCCA will sure not tax you for taking water to Karamoja. (advertising is a rude word to use at this stage).

Be sure to carry business cards. How do you not? Every who is who will be there, because you know what? We are philanthropist and cannot miss a chance to run (/show up) for charity. Of course carry your phone otherwise where will you save the important numbers. Not that we shall have many professionals around. Let's face it, if you are not Kenyan, at least you must come from a specific hill where guys are called "Kips" and babes are called "Cheps". For the rest of us, we gotta have more noble reasons for showing up. You can even do a bike or just jazz yo babe as u walk. N pliz take pictures with Spenah beach poses yaa?

If you are a musician especially of the reptile clan, just be headlined for a little miming session just before the whistle goes. It is allowed for you to break the dress-chord, just do your signature bling and get ready for the running concert. Kati, even those babe musicians, a word. It is okay to twerk for people before they go for a marathon, because you know what? that is great motivation to fight for Karamoja's thirst!!

Anyway, my point is. Never miss an MTN marathon, because if you cannot win anything, duh you'll look at some babes if yo a guy, maybe to drool or appreciate (I am not sure where the line is drawn), if you are a babe, you will enjoy the spectacle just as much if not to emphasize your finely hour-glassed features vis a vis similar species; your french leave from the gorgeous pecking order. You don't have to be too focused, you will never make the olympic team but this is your chance to shine where you clearly do not belong. Forget about your size or lack of it, we won't judge you. Just damn run the marathon.

Just do not dare be Lukwago or Jenny Musisi when we are trying to enjoy an MTN marathon. Don't even be a Minister for Presidency. One of the above roles is just sour crap being shoved down wanainchi's throats but do we really give a D? We are Ugandans, we wanna have fun, temutukooya, get out of KCCA get a life.
Me thinks.

KCCA S.E.X TAPE LEAKS

Starring Aunt J. n Lord M. EL Esq…

Without letting your eyes twerk out of socket, here is the defense.

A movie like that would sure make a Hallmark moment happen. Except ofcourse it would not be from UCU and probably would have a more sophisticated narrator Like Seya. (who in his own movie would do well as the godfather). It would have enough dynamic dyfunctions to keep a team of modern family therapists working overtime. Not to say that the said bracket of elites shares a unique set of passions and proclivites but their pettiness is at times as trivial as a child's puppet show! 

To think that NRM would bring us so many good things like the "icrips"! Anyway, back to mulamwa, to think that most people reading this, at one point in the last few weeks were subjected to clips from ( I’m not conversant with the blue industry jargons, I’ll ask Mugarura Eric)…purportedly UCU clips. Albeit absent from the sordid affair, quite  a substantial pair of eyes reading this salvaged the exchanges of passion like dry sponges waiting to be filled, even if just for the briefest of moments. (Stop feeling guilty but you know I am right). To think that such an insidious violation would get that great an optical ovation speaks volumes of our entrenched inclination to perversion. How easy it is for people to veer off life's highway in the same exact spots, is a clear indicator that more often than not, the torch that burns in a man's soul is but a mere ember flickering in the wind. Don't we have better things like proposing how to sweep streets at night to save children with sinuses on their way to school?

While it is oft times above our pay grade( like we even have a minimum wage) to control the flow of human frailty, and this is ofcourse if you appreciate the enormous gravity of depravity of so man things; if Musisi and Lukwago are both basajja ba Kabaka ( I know Jenny is female so Gozanga Mbalangu spare me...), learned friends ( of the Wante generation), Ugandans; why they be bickering and scowling like obukoko obutto (young babes of hens)? If Lukwago is so interested in helping the Wanainchi whay does he have a personalized number plate on his four wheel..( mpozi he is a lord!!...who doesn't care about roads but unsitting Musisi). Any person you find in opposition has a niche for pointing out the negativity with a sort of athletic poetry but when it comes to addressing real pressing issues,

the mumble and jumble supercedes the rain-forest jungle tapestry. After all, we are all scouring under every Kampala pothole looking for dime. So we spend money on a tribunal, then more millions on appeals, counter appeals and the like.

Don't you like how Kayihura now became a social media expert. So Police jumps on a fake terror alert like a Kenyan turpedo scuppering a Ugandan vessel on Migingo Island, and they weild their usual metal detectors that whine at everything from breast curves to shoe strings..riyale?!!, Shooting attackers do not care for plastic metal detectors honestly.

So if kids know that there are no jobs after grad, should they resort to a less brainiac profession in the bathroom?, the city controllers are probably trail blazing with their equally amorous political dalliances with each other. Ofcourse we cannot say that such a  Sex tape has leaked because tabloids are tired of Jenny v Luks, Bebe v the reptile clan, Everyone, anor! Political pettiness is perversion that pervades us buri daily! The excitement that came with it is now like the Nakivubo channel under the Owino bridge.

S. E. X.- Silly Examples of Xenogamy. I looked up that X word and I was told that google had not yet read about it but it was a good word for scrabble purposes! www.matsikogodwin.blogspot.com

Aisle Fest

Thank you for this courtesy call Mr. Mugarura Eric. You ask, should, we wed? I say shouldn't we bet? 

It could well be a tale told by a rambunctious hapless lank who never launches the ship he has spent his whole life building upon the beautiful and tempestuous seas!

It could well be the forlorn soliloquy conjured up by the Chis- Kom lov ting, that is not to in anyway  surmise that I believe any part of the story. When the Queen mother, (no wonder she is called Best) decided to back her daughter in marrying this stranger-descendant of an African slave, there were mixed feelings. Neo-colonialism, Obamarism or the green card syndrome has had its prime but me thinks who am I to judge. Lil wild beauty of the Babito; globe trots ( thanks to our late king of kings (sic) RIP...oba) and lands on a Vegas bound bloke for the dock! She was perhaps too royal to do a ka Bad Black, she probably didn't need the dime, but again that is all we can gain from edited media. 11 months and we just sing.( we were young when I first saw you...Taylor Swift please be like Adele and do a few break up songs or do you already?)

Anyway Mr. E, I am not sure uncle Neri..what? (Nerima Nelson) is potent specimen for a four by six zero grazing UNEB practical exam, but again I could be wrong. That guy is better left in Kagugube torture chambers mole setting bar course students. Captain Dollar has his way of remaining in motion towards the southern hemisphere via pirated beats and unsuspecting talk radio high school fans. Me thinks he like you tries to strip off the armor foisted by others. It is disarmingly humble of you to feign guilt over your lapse of 20/20 vision but whether that exonerates a short of the bull's eye discernment; I preserve my humble verdict just for the mere incubation of your petulant self-esteem.

If you like it put a stone around it. My conviction is inspired by a combination of boyish naivete, faith yet undaunted by life's dents and dings in this formidable task of facing the giants. Whether it is a modest snore, a rotten egg inspired passing off in the rear, life has it's ugly heads that it rears every once so often. One aspect of being a beast of burden is resigning to the fact that however big you grow, you privates dangle in the jungle for even the young to see. (Ask our four legged friends). Someone will have to put up with your Tusker motivated breath, someone will raise the children that you harvest from your wild oats...someone will nurse you when you get the rich man's disease (HIV). Someone will pay the price, because my boy, those Zuma and Mswati merry go rounds have their domino effect,they trickle down to effect the pain on uninviting inhabitants of the collateral geography. (call it neighbour principle).

Some of these things are strikingly resonant of an epiphany of life changing proportions. Do not pretend to be a boy scout when you are not one because claustrophobic tendencies will creep in at their own appointed intervals to snuff out the vain confidence you so dearly clutch to. it may well just be a boat of straws.

Despite my preference for sobriety, I am not oblivious to the booming production of bitter CH (lowercase2) O. Speke road has been a constant streak of genital merchandise (citation Mugarura Eric) whether I am a customer or not. Sometimes you think you are setting yourselve above the knuckle heads for all too obvious prospects.

I say let us give the brave ones a breather. All we turn out to be is a bus load of critics or better still armchair quarter backs so without a whack of the reality check. After all, we are wild and free or are we? There is great beauty in marriage and if you ask me, I say ; the loser is the man who never chisels the marbel to release the beauty he sees within, a man who never risks challenging his mind and committing himself wholeheartedly to the endeavors for which he was made.

Hope this puts the aisle fest rest.

Sojourner's diary. Kigali.

This surmise is made with a road trip in mind so a sky dive experience might differ in congenial dissemination but just recline to the general drift.

Muramutsye....amakulu or similar greeting is one that gets you across a number of random encounters ( and I don't claim to have spelt them right). As you may realise, some people speak English or something like it, others some French and yet some are clueless about these colonial albatross.

Anyhow, right from the Gatuna /Katuna boarder, the difference is manifest. As you might notice, for most entry points into Uganda, bomb threats are on peak alert and you cannot avoid those sizzling metal detectors. (Whether they work properly or not considering they buzz at everything from hip bones to shoe laces!) Forgive the digress, If you want to visit Rwanda, clean your shoes, wrap your cassava or g.nuts ( Iryn say Amen!) in newspapers but whatever you do, do not employ the services of a polythene bag (kavera). The check point techniques did not auger well with my countenance how, with boarder brigade boys who are employed to disencumber visitors' luggage piece by piece, dirty linen and all, private apparel all in the name of looking for the famous kavera. My humble suggestion is that Mr. Kagame should invest in research for a more innovative and less explicit way of searching through people's luggage. The current noble endeavors are discomposing to say the least.

The miles before the capital city are not of outstanding gradient particularly since one will have traversed a host of similar terrain in Kabale and much of  Western Uganda. There seems to be one major central car/bus park for both intra and extra-jurisdictional voyages in the name of Nyabigogo some place below a towering hill a few minutes out of the heart of Kigali. This is where one would catch a taxi/matatu/daradara (or whatever it is you call a 14 passenger public service vehicle), to any destination in or outside Kigali. The beauty of the city is imposing albeit in a modest sort of way. It is a breather from the Kampala potholes, Nairobi human traffic and Nyabushozi towering dust. The streets in Kigali and surrounding suburbs are adorned with clean black tar, occasional white painted stripes, a litany of palm trees leading to the sunset and beautiful street lights that actually work!

Frankly on my first such drive, I had to be reminded to put on my seat-belt by the driver since I had tactfully eased into the front passenger seat for the obvious reason of being able to read signposts and locate my stop without much ado. Even after the taxi had filled up I noticed we were not moving and subconsciously thought I heard the driver repeat something similar to a belt in Bantu dialect. For some reason I eventually fumbled for what I had not thought about until then. Almost contemporaneously the taxi jostled out of its packing space and I felt my diaphragm replace some inhibited vacuum above the intestines.

In Kigali you will notice a couple of boda bodas (bikes) and these are really few and far between. They are not only different in make from those elsewhere in East Africa, but they are also shaped to accommodate strictly one passenger, no commodious luggage (our charcoal and matooke type) allowed and do not go as far as the city center. Intriguing though is the helmet syndrome. Riders to these particular bikes always have a passenger helmet slid into their arms like a watch or capping onto some spot on the bike front. Forget about the ordeal of sharing a helmet with a potential thousand head sizes, oiled, washed and less washed....it is almost taboo not to put on a helmet. At one point I witnessed a young belle struggling to  keep her onclave head within the airspace of this metallic monster, a problem that was exacerbated by her constantly buzzing blackberry handset.

The traffic rules violate a couple of some we studied in primary school, something like "pedestrians keep right..". Rwanda is a drive on your right country so if you are doing a footsubishi be sure to pursue your prospects on the left side of the road and be on the look out because given the less traffic jam, those motor monsters may come speeding at you like you would not like. Mark you, adhere to the crossing lights because unlike the ones in Uganda, those signs do work with a sort of count down timer that road users are accustomed to.

There are myths about places and stuff but some of them might not be easily demystified without risking political correctness so I will steer clear of the hurricanes of political relativism. Just a lil sneak peak though, most of the cool rides had babes like Leila of the Airtel advert, Flavia and Karitas (oba?! haven't seen her in a while so I am not so sure)  but I cannot vouch for a similar concentration per ca-pita on the street pavements. Enough can of worms risked on that wave.

Swiftly moving on, Rwanda is arguably a secure place to be, but whether that requires a host of army green clad night duty guards parading the streets at intervals of 100 metres is questionable. The bee line green canopy with humongous radio calls, aerials of which tower into the night sky conjure a creepy nightmare of a war zone. Again it depends on who is looking.

I have my complaints about the internet too. Whereas Google will show that the land of a thousand hills has one of the best net savvy progressions on the Black continent, I am inclined to wonder why roaming compatibility has not been streamlined yet. Despite the presence of a couple of similar networks like MTN and Airtel, the internet settings seem to be much less than hand in glove just a couple miles South of the Pearl of Africa  so much for the East African Community frenzy.

That said, Mr. Kagame has mastered his Ordinance follow through in that every SIM card has got to be registered in time and no extensions that we are so accustomed to on D-day. Problem though is, with the national Identity card craze, a foreigner can hardly buy a new line and have it registered in record time. For the citizens such processes are less stringent in that a retailer can register one's line at purchase point and a passport can be obtained in

about two weeks time.

I also liked the fact that every job has to be publicly advertised but that could have its lows. This would be in instances of training and apprenticeship ventures prior to confirmation but maybe there are ways around everything. In relation to press related business, there seems to be less competition and say liberty that you would see elsewhere. there are not that many tabloids liking around or even Television stations doing translated Telemundos, second base music videos and splash weddings all day.( That Telemundo stuff is very developmental by the way, or is it?!). I do not care so much for Agataliko dust either so forgive my lack of fascination for vain entertainment.

I have always been a fan of Rwandan music and it was fascinating to listen to so much of it kinda like a luwombo, katogo overdose (that does not have to make sense but you get my point). I cannot claim to understand every lyric of the songs but the passion and spirit probably developed from intensive use of the local dialect is a lull from the kidandali one line songs on Kampala streets. It was actually impressive to watch Rick Warren speak a bit of Kinyarwanda on the 2nd Annual Thanks Giving day at Amahoro stadium. Yes I had a VIP ticket to that event so I had a vantage appreciation in a Great Expectations kind of way. I promise not to floss again, and I am cognizant that not everyone gives a hoot about such stuff but there goes your nose (opinion).

What else, oh ya the streets and houses are all numbered and labelled except that there was no coherent formula really but kudos for the try. One could at least locate the right  house once one got on the right street. There is also a trend toward diversion of business and influx out of Kigali so you would arguably look forward to nice five hotels and beaches in the country side in Gisenyi and similar places. I did not say Kisenyi so do not get all queasy on me. Please do not try to take picture in the streets otherwise a green suit will hawk down on you and shortwave something that will resound "fotola......blah blah blah". True story!

One tourist while covering an event looked through the camera and said, 
" I love Kigali and I also love the girls!",
I plead the fifth on the last part of the quotation.

No kidding, that place is damn expensive actually but a cool getaway to relax and shove some sobriety up your medulla once in a while. It is worth the visit. Peace out!

Gang rape? the Pakistani are not to blame. Ask our youth Minister.

Anyone in this Banana Republic who has a little more care for the news than I do might be up to speed about the disgusting story of a gang rape orchestrated by human beings of Pakistani origin. This cyclone takes the baton from unsettled dust of a Turkish descendant who has made a name through pedophile profiling. Thank (whoever) that Ugandans are hospitable and always find it a privilege to give directions to a foreigner. It is appalling that some people still think themselves honoured to see a red/ orange or non-black face on the road (no offense). Now, we are lucky to have a Penal Code Act that anticipates all sorts of criminal offenses like trespass on burial grounds, unnatural offenses blah blah. It is even more of a full moon that for most offenses there is an alternative of paying a fine and how hefty they come! (pun intended). Why would you blame the demi gods who do us a favour by coming to our country if they decide to use a 23 year old bartender. She is earning 150k a month, right? she wouldn't get that much mixing cocktails, and babe Bad Black's money never seems to run out despite all the Court cases.( That new nose banange?, mbu maama Uganda/ Africa, totukooya.)

On the other end of the spectrum we have our friend Minister Kibule condoning rape because sometimes the victim is the rapist, especially if the atypical victim is wearing something not concealing enough.(btw what is that guy's real age?) One for the home team though, Kibule has now called for stronger measures in the Pakistani gang rape case. Don't you just love politics? You have got to have a line ready, if we are condemning mini skirts, go the full hog and have dem babes b****d; if we are condemning gang rapists , overkill is an understatement...hang the goons.

Wait a minute, Kaihura thank you for the silence, I bet it is not any easier for you to stomach. If the investigating officer can get a Nadia to just switch a few finger prints around, I mean it is not like you pay him that much. I bet the travel documents and work permits of our dear investors are in proper order; thanks to our efficient immigration department especially under the patronage of a full-fledged General.

Poor babe will just help NGOs get back on the map, raise some dollars, raise a few placards; throw around a few lines about the justice system, corruption in the Police and we will all go home a penny blessed. This stuff is as annoying as a deja vu' but what to do? ( so to speak). Maybe this could be a matter of diplomatic concern and it will appear that Ugandans are being hostile to benevolent investors and maybe an aid tap will be tightened a noose. You see, Idi Amin was wrong and investments by our rich Indian brothers has shown that. Have you noticed that someone actually owns the whole of Kampala road and the Banking sector? right from the airport, to so many other places, you will find a trace of green and yellow to show you how booming business is. I bet the working conditions have surpassed the Indian exploitation stereotype, we should go to Madhivani and check but who gives a hoot anyway? As if Saracene Uganda which pays handsomely is Indian owned; if the recent strike is anything to go by.  It is therefore not accurate to mix these "good sheep" with the errant ones. Maybe our girls are just loose...maybe it's a bad lov ting dis...(Bobi get me a rhyme on this, thanks), maybe...

Okay perhaps, activists have made headway in frustrating the Bahati Bill, and yes our Pakistani investors have a right to go backdoor on a house girl because they are human and human beings have rights. Maybe we are over reacting. Amma get them a Big Dogg lawyer to show you wassup. (Mugarura Eric oliwa? This is your time to shine)

Our teachers please wait, we shall discuss your pay in the next budget, more important issues to address.
Peace out.

Arsenal, Uganda Cranes and UCU Canons Teetotallers 101

Flair, text book stuff, basics and a unique culture are crucial to any major achievement. The trick though is how well balanced a team is and how much consistence it exudes on the big stage. That achieved, what separates the big boys from the crowd of wannabes is the ‘X’ factor and how much of it one has has stocked up.

If we are to demystify the UCU Canons progress over the last five or so years, it is one team I think has a lot of potential to dominate the league. Given the unmatched basketball court at the Mukono Campus, a pool of students to choose from; and the opportunity to provide scholarships to outstanding players. Credit where it is due, I think there has been a fair outsourcing of impeccable international players who do a decent job in institutional tournaments and regular league games (most of the time). There is a rare passion and flair to look forward to whenever the canons are playing.

Problem though is, in big games, there is always an emotional haze to muddle through, a sort of juvenile inferiority complex and inconsistence. The winning attitude gets trodden on by more experienced opponents yet on average the university side always seems to have more ammunition up their sleeves- youthful agility and all.

 
The bigger problem for me though has always been on the reliance on a thin squad. When a particular on-form player gets fouled out, it is hard to find an equally efficient replacement off the bench.  There appears to be a misplacement of strategy to the extent that apart from scholarships there is not much incentive earmarked to keep a hold of the best players once they are done with school. It was not a great sight, watching Affidra sink our team and the mighty Suudi Ulanga failing to make double figures. I am a great fun of this Mukono side but I do not always look forward to the play offs….I always hope we win them but I am never surprised when we do not, I hope Nick and Rev Ssenyonyi see my point (bleachers’ version.) At the end of the day it goes back to what one sets out to achieve, but I would like to suggest that real glory is not such a bad idea.

 

Mr. Wenger is such a formidable manager but sometimes one’s ideology can be one’s undoing especially when one is oblivious to a change in tide. It is good to have French players on your team but bear in mind that it is no longer France ’98 and none of those players it Zidane, Trezeguet, Ribery or Henry anymore.  It could be that you think some players are overpriced but that only plays out if you can actually develop a team of only Van Persies and actually manage to hold on to them. Otherwise, forget about ever seeing a Ronaldo, Messi or Neymar putting on an arsenal Jersey unless of course they have exchanged shirts after a champions league game.

My dear Uganda Cranes, it has been over thirty years but we are still hoping arithmetics will throw us an ace. We send the Nile to the Pharaohs for crying out loud. Ok, we have one stadium and a half (in case Nakivubo counts), we win CECAFA, we beat Kenya most of the time and we seldom lose at Namboole. 

Maybe government does not invest adequately in sports, maybe FUFA is run by one family, maybe we can fire and hire coaches at will; maybe we have a coaching team of seven wannabes per game…..I do not give two hoots, just qualify for one major tournament and we can talk. Learn from Kiprotich and his Kip buddies.

I will not talk about the extremely overrated English team because at least Brazil is still making me proud…ish. The big stage requires something fresh on the menu, some sort of resilience…it is hard ball, it is not a junior league. Funs endure a lot of silent torture and it is understandable but do they have to? Just wondering why some teams are always content with being the undercard when they can be so much more.

Over to them.