Monday, 16 July 2018
Thursday, 3 May 2018
WILL CUBAN DOCTORS SOLVE OUR LABOUR PROBLEMS?
While in school, we were told
to read sciences because the future of Uganda would be in innovation and
manufacturing. Like Malyasia and Dubai, we would soon need several engineers
and chemists. For some of us who loved long passages, plots and history; it was
a nightmare to spend nights balancing stubborn chemical equations or drawing
pie charts and deciphering alogarithsms. After an overdoze of posho
cabohydrates for lunch, we zombied through algebra, forgot where x and y were
hidden; mixed valencies and mis-defined isotopes.
It is disheartening to meet a
friend from school whose lifeblood was the sciences but after a grueling fifteen
or so years in the quest, he found no lifeline at the edge of the cram it, pass
it system. One told me that he pursued telecommunications engineering only to
realise that by the time he got his first class from the ivory tower, the few
telecom companies in the country already had engineers on permanent and
pensionable retainers. What happened to the Kiira EV project, what exactly does
AGOA do, what is the production ratio of
industrial parks and free zones?
The rudest awakening for me
was when I rode an UBER and eased into chitchat with my chauffeur. He told me
that he had got straight As in sciences, done an engineering course at Makerere
before two masters degrees in in China and the UK. One was in Petroleum Engineering and the other which I
cannnot accurately recall, something akin to Geological something for petroleum.
He worked for a Oil company in the UK and returned to Uganda after his contract
ended. He is waiting for the Oil E&P sector to pick up as promised. In the
meantime, he reads about farmdowns between Tullow and CNOOC, expensive tax
cases in the UK and golden handshakes like the rest of us, energy enthusiasts.
Whereas I cringe at the sight
of blood, do not fancy staring down people’s throats or combing through their
nether regions in medical procedures, I appreciate the need for medical
doctors. It takes over 10 years of specialised fractional distillation training
to get an expert doctor in a field. Unfortunately for some, they would rather
take the American or UK exam after their training if they are to earn a decent
wage. Who would want to work in a hospital that he/she cannot afford to fall
sick in?
Our Constitution and the 2006
legal regime for labour relations gives our doctors legitimate avenues to voice
their concerns and they have not overstepped this at all. Lawyers decry the
relevance of the Industrial Court and wonder why it is under the Ministry for
Labour and not that of Justice, minimum wage has been micro-debated and reduced
to a paralysis of analysis. We can only hope that NSSF is faithfully managing
our savings since we cannot regularly access them to buy salt and soap. Young
girls are lured to the middle east for work only to end up in abhorrent chores.
Ugandans are falling sick on construction sites of foreign companies with no
protective gear or medical insurance. Heaven knows what happens in Somalia or
Eastern Congo. Doctors and teachers are on strike one day, the next it is
prosecutors and judges but as Freddie Mercury sang, the show
must go on.
Fuel prices are high, basic
food stuffs are being rationed in homes, rentals are empty or in arrears but
wages are not increasing in the same proportion as living expenses. We have a
high fertility rate and the arduous task of raising a family of five on a civil
servant’s salary has driven many into wheelchairs whilst in their prime. We
have an interesting education system that is rigorous but questionable when it
comes to impartating basic skills like expression, critical thinking and
analysis, problem solving, basic computer packages and finance management. Our
highest performers in school seldom replicate their genius in the workplace.
Our innovators are experts at reverse engineering rather than originators of
anything patentable or bankable at scale.
The hustle is real but are we
employing the right antidote? If we are collecting on the “oil handshake” and moving
to tax internet usage, it can only mean that government coffers are hemorrhaging. Maybe we are chocking on a burgeoning public debt. Should we then
ignore the genuine concerns of our doctors? Don’t they have legitimate expectations
for reasonable pay? In his recent book, The
Bell is Ringing, Dr. Martin Aliker spoke of his long career in government
as a “ dog eat dog world”. He implied that we could have leadership in key
positions that is either out of touch with the reality of the people it serves
or merely interested in out-smiling each other to the appointing authority or
stashing away some money before they are fired.
To solve these issues, we
must be surgical on our systems even if it hurts. Maybe as the President
suggests, we should go back to the bush. As long as his metaphor refers to
rebooting our key sectors rather than shooting each other with AK 47s I am on
board. It is ubiquitous in our culture for schools to use Abacuba (mercenaries) in post primary competitions to gain unfair
advantage over the indeginous crop. Free movement of labour is in the spirit of
the East African Community and partnership everywhere but the opportunity cost
and impact on the native labour should not be ignored. I am not entirely sure that , Abacuba
will resurcitate our ailing health sector or address the octopus tentacles in
our workforce.
The writer is a lawyer and
author.
Tuesday, 24 April 2018
HOW TOP UGANDAN CLERICS EXHUME THE GHOSTS OF RELIGIOUS INTOLERANCE
It is clear from our history that we
have always had different views on politics and creed. When political power has
been used to suppress religious freedoms, it has turned out to be a bitter
phlegm for us. We wish to forget Mwanga’s killings of the martyrs at Namugongo.
When Idi Amin took over power in 1971, the decade that followed witnessed religious
persecution of epic proportions. Janan Luwum’s coldblooded murder is a relic of
the religious witch-hunt in our country.
To restore liberty of religious
expression and burry the evils of Mwanga and Amin, Ugandans entrenched in Article 7 of the Constitution that
Uganda shall not adopt a state religion. This means, that such a position can
only be reversed by a referendum and not just majority votes by Members of
Parliament or another branch of government. The Constitution provides a haven
for incubation and debate of religious ideas, recognition of African
Traditional practices in the main stream, a sprinkling of atheists; some visits
from the papacy, different shades of Protestantism and Islam. Our small country
is a melting pot of many tribes, clans, cultures and beliefs. Tolerance and
acceptance of diversity is the only way to make this shrubbery work out.
However, we have returned to that
place where our leaders are using political power to revert this country to
Amin days in terms of religious persecution. Are we comfortable turning Uganda
into another Syria or Afghanistan on religious grounds? If we choose selective
amnesia of our history, we can at least channel surf on the television and
learn from the mistakes being made in our day.
Where persecution from Rome may have
united the disciples, an unholy alliance never helps the Great Commission.
Rather than get more lost sheep through the narrow gates of the sweet by and
by, Uganda’s clerics have been caught up in a fight for influence over disillusioned
followers. Rather than put faith in the maker, they have become extensions of
political ideology and their hope is in patronage by government.
It is said that some clerics have even
given up preaching of the gospel and are running typical NGOs, social
gatherings and business empires. They now find issue with almost everything Jesus
did: from healing the sick to prophesying and rebuking the tax collectors. Preaching “good news to the poor” is now
labelled prosperity gospel and
ostracized. What Jesus and his disciples did is now considered demonic and is
being guillotined at the altar of science and secular humanism; even on
pulpits!
These clerics are so in sync with
social indulgence that they rush
through the program so that people do not miss the beach bash or a Sunday pint.
What is left of the soul cleansing abandon sessions is a prompt catchup laced
with a few verses from the Holy Book, some motivational pep talk and anecdotes;
and nicely produced Karaoke segments. Occasionally, there will be some bible
labeled dramas and concerts. Apart from the lyric, all frenzy and after
partying is like the run of the mill proggie.
Churches are now painting zebra crossings and growing trees; a mission no
different from the Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR) of secular companies.
Is that the father’s business which Jesus was always about?
Some religious leaders have been so
inebriated with State endorsement that they are mini-governments running
schools, universities, real estate empires and banking institutions. This
should not be a problem until they start getting cast in the Wolf of Wall Street in a class
Machiavellian act. Some clerics have
become so political that rather than being bearers of light, they are pawns for
cunning devices to political ends. The lines of their calling and sellout have
been blurred beyond recognition. As it appears, some overzealous religious
leaders are willing to stare into the abyss beyond conventional morality to
upstage those they consider competition.
The irony is that despite the unholy
alliance between State and Clerics, a wave of genuine seekers has continued to
flock gatherings led by men whom the religious cartel did not ordain or
anticipate. Genuine seekers in their hearts know what they want and no
amount of regulation or stifling can change that. This reality is making most
of the old guard irrelevant and insecure. They have therefore embarked on an
aggressive attack on fellow believers using state machinery in finance,
taxation and regulation. KCCA which is apparently led by a strong Christian was
the first to ban street preachers. If Jesus preached on our streets, he would
be behind bars by now at the hands of our religious leaders. How cliché!
Unknown to most Ugandans, laws and
policies are being scribbled by a select few, exclusive meetings are being held
at odd hours every so often to fine tune the assault. This has been going on for
a while and despite the detour into age limit debate and other trivia, some
clerics have made it their life mission to persecute other believers and will
not rest until they do so. Before long, hotels will be told to reject some religious
gatherings or lose their licenses, churches will be told how to use their collections,
to appoint and fire their leaders at the pleasure of clerics who do not even
care about their beliefs.
Rather than preach what they believe, the unconventional believers will be
required to recite manuals of dead theology and politically correct agendas
crafted by the unholy alliance of the religious cartel and government.
These clerics have declared themselves
conventional and therefore everybody else outside their social club is
unconventional. They try to massage the public image with anecdotes of
religious excesses such as Kibwetere
and holy rice but conveniently ignore
holy water from Namugongo, sale of rosaries, endless construction projects and
compulsory contributions to their organizations. We already have enough Penal Laws and ethical codes to curb
excesses and another layer of regulation is the last thing we need.
Foundational canons of our system are the
presumption of innocence and fair hearing but it is convenient for these leaders
to prosecute and convict citizens in the courts of public opinion to frame a
regime that suits their ambitions.
It is public knowledge that some of
the biggest patrons of conventional religious organizations oscillate between
churches/ mosques and shrines where child sacrifice is performed. Yet these are
the people sitting on a religious high horse and telling people how to pray.
To achieve the double purpose of
testing the waters and chipping the crusts off religious freedoms, a few
measures have been piloted in media and policy. Some of these have been in
banning of broadcast material, denying licenses and clearance to gather and
stereotyping different gatherings in pigeon holes of acceptable and
unacceptable based on flamboyance, average age of gathers, style of preaching and
emphasis.
Religious freedom in Uganda suffers an
existential threat and by the time these clerics are done, one will not be able
to say, “Jesus is Lord” or pay tithe without express permission from this
religious cartel. It should be suspect to all of us that despite century old
doctrinal differences amongst the Muslims, orthodox, Anglicans, Roman Catholics
and Traditionalists; we see them captioned on a round table agreeing on
religious issues. If these clerics have wormed their way into the reigns of state
machinery, we should anticipate a Crusade / Jihad that will make even Idi Amin
rotate in his grave. Maybe we have not always paid attention to the creeping
erosion of our rights, but the tide is rising and it is rising fast.
The Writer is a Lawyer and Author.
Published by http://nilepost.co.ug/2018/04/24/how-top-ugandan-clerics-exhume-ghosts-of-religious-intolerance/
WHY WOULD URA PLAY PONZI SCHEME WITH THE UGANDAN ECONOMY?
A
lot of ink has been spilled in discussing the anomalies surrounding Uganda
Revenue Authority (URA)’s recent directive to banks in Uganda to provide all
customer financial behavior over a stretched period of time. To even deliver on
this Key Performance Indicator (KPI), banks may need to revise their human resource
assets and scheduling to cater for another cog in the wheel. Before I take
leave of the general considerations for the ongoing onslaught, I lend credence
to the idea that the state of revenue collection and invariably the footprint
of a tax base determines whether a government will have the resources to fund
its activities. Secondly, the banking sector survives on cardinal tenets one of
which is trusting in a bank to keep a customer’s information confidential. It
would be bad enough for a bank to have a data mole in its personnel, how worse
for it to hand over its clients’ details “fwaa?”
There will also be interpretation challenges on the sections of the law
relied on by URA to claim such an overreaching mandate as well as egocentric
muscle flexing with traditional bank regulators and professional bodies.
Of-course
inter sectoral information sharing is not new even for banking. The Know Your
Customer (KYC) requirements for most transactions, the Financial Intelligence
Authority (FIA) oversight and URA investigations from time to time are few of
the legitimate exceptions to sacrosanct confidentiality requirements. This is
usually to fight money laundering, manage risk / exposure and properly evaluate
assets against which facilities are granted.
In
recent times, outcries on Uganda’s fiscal regime have been majorly centered on
questionable spending such as: the junk chopper saga, the fighter jets,
election cash flows, involvement in foreign peace keeping missions and the civil
service wage bill. Granted, there have been some deliberations on if we have
effectively harnessed natural resource revenues and if we need to ring fence
oil and gas windfalls for infrastructure but the minimal expertise in extractives
coupled with the secrecy that surrounded the initial Product Sharing Agreements
(PSAs) limited public participation at a beneficial level. The limp of the
shilling, the constant strikes for higher pay and accumulating arrears of civil
servants speak to the fact that there is a liquidity issue in our country. To
mitigate this funding gap on vital sectors, money has to be found from every
nook and cranny. However, if we react rather than chart the course, we could
land the nation in dire straits.
URA
like most parastatals created every other day is a baby of the present
political leadership. It was born from a desire to streamline sectoral
performance and ensure service delivery inhibited by large ministries. For the wanainchi, parastatals present remuneration
opportunities beyond the meagre civil service retainer. What some remember
about URA is the crack down on smuggling which was led by the recently relieved
Inspector General of Police who commandeered an energetic contingent of
“Christian Youths” to plug holes at border points and customs. However with the
rumors that URA is planning to selectively tax some men of God, it appears that
the reverence for the charitable work of the cross is petering away from its
ranks. URA has done a great job in curbing smuggling and increasing government
collections over the years but there is discussion on reducing the number of
parastatals; there is no telling yet who will survive the axe.
My
concern is that, caught in an off moment of naval gazing, URA could have played
Russian roulette with this move on banks. Like wanton lads toying with juvenile
experimentation, most Ugandans have indulged in Ponzi schemes at some point. At
the very least, we are all guilty by association. Ponzi schemes usually get off
to a flying start, pushing the pioneers up the pyramid of lottery stardom until
the base is too weak to support the superstructure and it tumbles down, Humpty
Dumpty! Woe unto those who join in the evening of the bonanza. Uganda is
presently pushing for financial inclusion for businesses and individuals still
eluding the grid. With only one private social security Fund, a good number of
the population still unbanked, hazy regulation of e-transactions, there is a
lot of work to be done in getting every Ugandan on the Big Brother financial platform. Ministry of Internal Affairs is
doing its job of registering and giving out identity cards, the people in ICT
are working to increase mobile phone coverage, banks are piloting different
products by the day and crypto currency is not sleeping either. If URA hoped to
get more money out of the rich Ugandans, getting bank information will not
guarantee more numbers. It will only capture a young corporate’s rental income
from irregular tenant payments from units in Zirobwe on Gayaza road. URA will
speculate its assessment and the hapless lank will fail to pay and revert to
living hand to mouth. The ultra-rich one percentile will dig tunnels in their
compounds and stuff them with Benjamins, move
a few more into Swiss Accounts or play some mirage pin-pong of assets via the
Cayman Islands. The old brewer in Kahoko Nyakagyeme, unafraid of poll tax,
without any finger print in microfinance will not pay tax despite the
aggressive initiative. End of day, the minority working class paying a huge
percentage of their earnings to NSSF, URA via PAYE; internet bundles, taxis or
fuel; javas or KFC, daycare and rent will have to fork out another chunk to
tick the boxes.
At
a time when Facebook is battling one of the biggest data mining scandals, at a
time when every app is asking for permission to access contacts, pictures,
location; girlfriend number two, bathroom keys and everything in between; a
move to pry into people’s financial life does not help the apprehension.
Regardless of whether litigation results from this or URA rescinds its
directive, the scare might see a dramatic decline in bank deposits, a
reluctance to transact online and move back to paying bride price in actual
cows! This will not be the day I talk about WhatsApp and Facebook tax or the
“pornography detecting machine” but oh
well. So many macro-economic initiatives may easily have been regressed by
URA’s bold step.
The
writer is a Lawyer and Author
Published byhttp://nilepost.co.ug/2018/04/14/why-would-ura-play-ponzi-scheme-with-the-ugandan-economy/
Friday, 6 April 2018
WHO IS BEHIND UCC BAN ON BROADCASTING OF SPIRITUAL MATERIAL?
In recent weeks, Uganda Communications
Commission (UCC) has been worked into what some have termed “a frenzy of
issuing memos” warning media houses, recalling licenses and banning several
others for broadcasting material considered in breach of set standards. The
first time I saw one of the UCC letters on social media was in relation to a
warning to one of the media houses for wanton excesses by some panelist (s)/
guest (s) on a popular show. I surmise that since the show was a popular one,
the warning was a paper tiger soon to be jettisoned in the front desk trash
can. The most recent of these heavy-handed moves has been on the broadcasting
of what is termed as “witchcraft”.
Religious expression and spirituality
are inherently complex and matters of esoteric appreciation when it comes to
fine details. The Witchcraft law in place is as archaic as 1957 and its
colonial birthday typifies the sort of ideology colonialists had on African
culture and practices they considered forlorn to their concept of civilization.
This law excludes from the definition of witchcraft, what it terms as, “bona
fide spirit worship or the bona fide manufacture, supply or sale of native
medicines”. This ambiguity seems to seep
into the actions of UCC in its quest to protect “bona fide worship”. Ask
yourself, “What does “bona fide” mean, who determines it and what is the
yardstick?” This law has been minimally tested in cases such as the 1997 case
of Salvatori Abuki v Uganda where court frowned upon the vagueness and scope of
some of the sections of the law but did not think it unconstitutional
warranting an omnibus overhaul.
On the face of it, the unsuspecting
public would be made to believe that there is a watertight case and generic
appreciation of what “witchcraft” is. This is a moot point. It is no surprise,
that UCC cleverly weaved into the context of its actions, references to
“fraud”, “computer misuse” and “penal laws”. Could this suggest that the law
regulating spiritual worship is not sufficient to justify such bans? Is it
coincidental that armchair commentators have jumped onto the tide demanding
that UCC extends its ban to what they termed as “fake” pastors, miracles,
churches and the like? I think not.
Uganda like most African contexts has an
entrenched accommodation and respect for spiritual expression. There was a time
when the leadership of this country moved to turn it into a religious state pushing
many preachers and missionaries into caves. The will of the people and the
charm of time wore those gloomy days away. Most people you meet will confess to
have deferred to a higher power at some point in their lives and if they have
turned from piety, it is usually because of disillusionment with the promises
from the pulpit, weariness with the routines of the pews, supposed academic
enlightenment or defiance against the images of stained glass and spires. We
take cognizance of the fact that previously, at least a couple of top ranked
government officials have asked media to escort them in visiting and appeasing
their ancestors; broadcast the details for our consumption but the disdain in
whatever form did not lead to bans on the material or calls for resignation of
the officers. It bears repeating that the leaders in question were candid and
unapologetic not just about their affiliation with ancestral worship but also
about their brazen expression of it.
In a country where we by law;
acknowledge human kingdoms, chiefdoms, and the attendant imperial cultism, the
situation of spiritual affiliation and expression is more complex than UCC would
like us to believe. The fact that there is a market or audience for such
broadcasting in a clattered media environment, does not mean that Ugandans are
gullible and naïve but that they are deliberate about what they choose to
believe and consume. The example of the leaders that I alluded to earlier, the
corridor whispers about superstitious practices among the who is who in this
country; the veiled ritual practices prevalent in institutionalized religions
in our country speak to the fact that spirituality is very much a part of us;
for some as a closeted guilty pleasure or concealed knife in battle, for others
as a mark of pride and overt extension of their identity. To ferret out such
affiliations and sanitize our society to that acceptable practice (whatever it
might be), banning some people from expressing their beliefs on narrowed
interpretation of their supposed excesses is not an act of justice.
The Constitution from which government
organs derive their regulatory mandate enshrines the power of governance in the
people of Uganda. This makes the leaders in government institutions; trustees
of the mandate and conscience of their people. The people have entrenched in
Article 7 of the Constitution that Uganda shall not adopt a state religion. It
requires a referendum to change this position but rather than rock the boat,
some individuals would use state ballast to bore holes in its bilge. Policies
and guidelines issued by regulators must always be in conformity with the
Constitution. Should the media houses or concerned citizens choose to challenge
UCC’s Draconian approach, they should have their day in the courts of justice
albeit at the taxpayer’s expense.
This leaves one plausible plot for
this saga. In the recent past, a group of religious leaders whose repertoire
merits the term “historical” have found issue with what they consider liberal
minded religious waves and gatherings led by “flamboyant” young people driving
“air-conditioned cars”. The presiding guardians of the vestments can no longer
blame poverty and illiteracy which was the stereotype of the “kiwempe
movement”. To reclaim the patronage of the vibrant middle class and elites
flocking these gatherings, the “Old Guard” has resorted to micro-regulation by
pushing for institutionalization of worship, amendment of laws and policies
such as the infamous, “Draft Policy on Faith Based Organisations”. It would be interesting to find that they
have penetrated UCC and are using sympathizers in the system to kick against
the pricks by micromanaging broadcasting content. Could UCC be casting a wide
net to target a big fish? We can only wait and see what happens next but as an
old fable says, “Sometimes, there is no way to hold back the river”.
By Matsiko Godwin Muhwezi
Lawyer & Author
published by https://www.newvision.co.ug/new_vision/news/1474977/ucc-bans-broadcasting-spiritual-material
Monday, 6 November 2017
FOR DANCE LOVERS
You know I have great respect for people who
are good at their craft (well now you do!) like really good in an
original genius way not karaoke ish. I was an okay dancer myself but I
never made a dime from it, thanks to all you herRaz! I try to keep tabs
on the biggest talent shows in the world to look out for that diamond in
the rough; most times I pick the winner from the auditions and I
usually get it right. I didn't give BGT to Tokio Meyers but he was by
far the stand out act. I did not give X Factor to Matt Terry and no
wonder Syco did not sign him.
Anyhow, there's been this dance
show which ended like a month back; World of Dance produced by the
ageless Jennifer Lopez. Derek Hough was the out and out dancer on the
panel but we can concede that JLo and Neyo have done their share of
choreo in music. The show attracted some of the biggest names across
different dance genres in the world; Kinjas, Jabba Wokeez, Super Crew
etc. From the start, I knew Les Twins would win.
These French
26ish twins (too lazy to google) had that sort of fascinating story.
They walked at 5 months (mbu), danced before they could talk and have
never had any formal dance training. They couldn't speak much English
until they met Beyonce a few years ago. They've toured with big names in
the business and this would probably be their American break. Or it
would be their first million dollars not francs.
Their routines
were not the cleanest, (you can't beat kinjas on synchronization) they
did not do the biggest tricks like high flying super crew nor were they
sick contortionists like Eva Igo. With a broken leg, they beat arguably
the biggest ballroom duo in the competition. How do you score a perfect
mark from one of the judges and still lose to an injured act? People
think that the show was rigged, maybe the fact that JLo has twins
helped; maybe the categories too. Would they have beaten Kinjas or Jabba
Wokeez in a face off early in the competition?
Without Korean
group Just Jerk in AGT final, I would only think of Light Balance and
Merrick Hanna deserving of any silverware. Merrick is too young and has a
lot to learn but is on the way there and does a stellar job without
hiding behind complex production. A stripped back skit by a robotic
genius. Anyway, that show is a puddles pity party this year but Cowell's
gotta do what Cowell's gotta do.
I am not sure who benefits
most from the French Montana / Ghetto kids project. I am told the song
is wack (but I don't listen to his music anyway so I wouldn't know); I
know ghetto kids are great dancers and probably played part in the Eddy
Kenzo legacy. I know he is no longer in the Ghetto, neither is our good
Honourable (you know who) but hope the kids are in GEMS Cambridge and
staying somewhere in Muyenga too. Otherwise, Montana might be cashing
into the same thing we sell: identify with ghettos in music videos and
live in Bugolobi in real life. I haven't done much research but I know
that Kampala is not just Katwe and something need not be in Mwaara to be
African.
Les Twins have the sort of chemistry that no one else
in the business has. Give me an act that has danced together since
before they were born. They have original choreo which need not be super
clean or textbook but it fits right and tells a story. Whoever is in
charge made sure the story ended the way it should have. Les Twins are
the dance fairly tale, we do not need to spoil such happy endings. Maybe
I have a third eye for such things, maybe they were in their lane;
maybe it is not all about hard work, maybe there is such a thing as
purpose in life.
Wenger (OUT) badly needs some three points Today
against Bournemouth. Hope this French kick inspires him to show some
teeth. He's definitely not on a fairly tale roll but this is a dance
post so we won't ask him to leave the stage. All good dancers leave at
some point, the best leave with a trophy; that's my bit about Les Twins.
TO THOSE CRITICIZING THE REMNANTS FOR HONORING PROPHET ELVIS MBONYE PART 2
FOOL'S PARADISE
Once upon a time, a rich man who was being
tormented in the afterlife asked for the Lord to send a "poor" man
Lazarus from Abraham's bosom to preach to the rich man's folk on earth.
The good Lord's answer was simple, "they have Moses and the prophets, if
they cannot listen to them, they will not listen to one who rises from
the afterlife".
Aren't many rich, may be in study, information or actual wealth? Times change, technology, egos and information plummet but
in reality, people are none the wiser. It is excellence in a fallen
state, knowledge after the form of the tree of good and evil. Mankind is
on the same old binary divide.
You are either bowing to the cross or wallowing in the folly of a
debased mind. It is still a gospel understood by fishermen, shepherds
and prostitutes where scholars, kings and priests swing swords and swipe
daggers. It is washing in a dirty pool , muddied eyes, costly perfume
and issues of blood. It is perishing with pride or being delivered in
humility. Where is the honor in what?
Jesus will come again and some will miss him, again! Angels move among us but how many of us know a sublime state outside the bottle and the fig? You may be an expert doctor, engineer, lawyer; but you are a novice at something else. The folly is in trying to give an expert opinion at what you know nothing about. David's response to his brothers is one that continues to ring true, "can't I even speak?" We know how the story ends.
Most of us are familiar with the ins and outs of the apostate culture and have perhaps made its rumblings our very own identity. As such, there aren't many in the echelons of Christendom as we know it who are genuinely schooled in spirituals, much less the faithful born and raised in the veil of stained glass steeple. Thousands of years and we have not agreed which way to baptize people, the difference between a holy and holiday; and in whose name to pray! This ignorance is bliss we relish and are quick to rally behind.
A few have chosen the way of experience rather than argument. Moses, Solomon, Daniel, Paul and many more were at the top of the intellectual chain of their day but they encountered an experience which transcended the mortal deception in their brains.
We could debate you all day if we chose to. It is not the absence of eloquence but the eclipse of it. We do not share the frustration you do because we are not struggling to make a hashtag. Some people will debate the existence of God till they make their way into a corner office in the burning afterlife. You can save a few not by arguing them hoarse but by showing them the transcendent glory of the words of this life. Some will see it, some will not and that is just as well.
While we are at it, I would like you to challenge my experience, then perhaps I can entertain your argument. Ready when you are.
Jesus will come again and some will miss him, again! Angels move among us but how many of us know a sublime state outside the bottle and the fig? You may be an expert doctor, engineer, lawyer; but you are a novice at something else. The folly is in trying to give an expert opinion at what you know nothing about. David's response to his brothers is one that continues to ring true, "can't I even speak?" We know how the story ends.
Most of us are familiar with the ins and outs of the apostate culture and have perhaps made its rumblings our very own identity. As such, there aren't many in the echelons of Christendom as we know it who are genuinely schooled in spirituals, much less the faithful born and raised in the veil of stained glass steeple. Thousands of years and we have not agreed which way to baptize people, the difference between a holy and holiday; and in whose name to pray! This ignorance is bliss we relish and are quick to rally behind.
A few have chosen the way of experience rather than argument. Moses, Solomon, Daniel, Paul and many more were at the top of the intellectual chain of their day but they encountered an experience which transcended the mortal deception in their brains.
We could debate you all day if we chose to. It is not the absence of eloquence but the eclipse of it. We do not share the frustration you do because we are not struggling to make a hashtag. Some people will debate the existence of God till they make their way into a corner office in the burning afterlife. You can save a few not by arguing them hoarse but by showing them the transcendent glory of the words of this life. Some will see it, some will not and that is just as well.
While we are at it, I would like you to challenge my experience, then perhaps I can entertain your argument. Ready when you are.
TO THOSE CRITICISING THE REMNANTS FOR HONORING PROPHET ELVIS MBONYE PART 1
NOW THAT WE HAVE YOUR ATTENTION!
It helps that you wailed because that makes the work of locating you less tedious. In silence, we could have given you the benefit of you know what but in the clamor and clutter of short circuited grey matter; here we find you. Here is the lie low like an "enverope" tirade. Anti, you asked "foreet"
Common sense is a bare minimum requirement in life and not the ultimate. If you still find your relevance in it, Oh how little the government or whoever it is that runs you life has helped. In the middle lies 50 shades of wisdom, knowledge and understanding. You would know if this trajectory did not send you thinking about Christian Grey! There is such a thing as extra sensory perception of things and only if you have graduated to that should you evoke any sensory connotations. You are not successful in anything under the sun until you have the backing of something supernatural, those who are will know! You play in Kakungulu cup but think you know how to run champions league, who is fooling who?
The things you identify with and pride in, name it and you will find that one of us on this side has been there, done that; we could match you pound for pound. We can parrot gullible, ignoramus better than you and complete with a pie-chart and PPT. Get over your intellectual high horse already because it counts for nought. We come blazing bazookas and atomic bombs and you pull out table knives and tea spoons, like seriously?
One for the Apologetics. "But one of His disciples, Judas Iscariot, who was going to betray Him, asked, “Why wasn’t this perfume sold for three hundred denarii and the money given to the poor?” Judas did not say this because he cared about the poor, but because he was a thief. As keeper of the money bag, he used to take from what was put into it.…" (wink wink)
One for the Pharisees. "So a second time they called for the man who had been blind and said, “Give glory to God! We know that this man is a sinner.” He answered, “Whether He is a sinner I do not know. There is one thing I do know: I was blind, but now I see!” “What did He do to you?” they asked. “How did He open your eyes?”. (In our case though, we have seen this man, we have heard him, we have touched him, we have been blessed by him and if there be a righteous man walking the gravel of this earth it is he) Shoot me.
Allow me to digress. Most chaps know nothing supernatural beyond the endless seasons of Game of "Throes" and Harry "Potty". Many people still debate whether Bruce should marry Caityln and they think they have an opinion on matters ether! There is a blanket, a black cloud over the minds of many; while they grope and grab around the dark walls of mortality, they crash and burn in the fires of illusion they have kindled in their wake. Us, we slay the bwengula and don't quote that stuff of "the sky is the limit". It is where we start, all the way to the third heaven (hope you can relate).
Babel fell under the weight of numbers, Sodom and Gomorrah were not short of cynical democracy, Babylon was a match for the civilizations of Today. First world election observers can't agree with a local Supreme Court on who stole what, it is mob cray son! Your fight little one, is ancient; like the pyramids baby! Your argument is frozen and solidly filled like the Rwenzori but it is going nowhere, it never did; it never will. It is a paper tiger that will die a natural death, too bad it will have your name etched on it. You should be worried that most people agree with you, few people worth the name hold their own beyond the chatter of the crowd.
As for us, we were not disobedient to the heavenly vision. Where we saw and heard a clear voice, your blocked ears heard thunderous noises and crickets; and your scaled eyes saw just shadows and floating debris. You are livid that we did not seek your opinion but that's misplaced eruption. We are alive to the fact that you do not have much substance to offer on this side of things and so we saved you the trouble. You surely know the story of Gideon and the 300.
Anywho, when you are done fighting a losing battle, you know where to find us. We'll be doing, uh you guessed it. Adios!
It helps that you wailed because that makes the work of locating you less tedious. In silence, we could have given you the benefit of you know what but in the clamor and clutter of short circuited grey matter; here we find you. Here is the lie low like an "enverope" tirade. Anti, you asked "foreet"
Common sense is a bare minimum requirement in life and not the ultimate. If you still find your relevance in it, Oh how little the government or whoever it is that runs you life has helped. In the middle lies 50 shades of wisdom, knowledge and understanding. You would know if this trajectory did not send you thinking about Christian Grey! There is such a thing as extra sensory perception of things and only if you have graduated to that should you evoke any sensory connotations. You are not successful in anything under the sun until you have the backing of something supernatural, those who are will know! You play in Kakungulu cup but think you know how to run champions league, who is fooling who?
The things you identify with and pride in, name it and you will find that one of us on this side has been there, done that; we could match you pound for pound. We can parrot gullible, ignoramus better than you and complete with a pie-chart and PPT. Get over your intellectual high horse already because it counts for nought. We come blazing bazookas and atomic bombs and you pull out table knives and tea spoons, like seriously?
One for the Apologetics. "But one of His disciples, Judas Iscariot, who was going to betray Him, asked, “Why wasn’t this perfume sold for three hundred denarii and the money given to the poor?” Judas did not say this because he cared about the poor, but because he was a thief. As keeper of the money bag, he used to take from what was put into it.…" (wink wink)
One for the Pharisees. "So a second time they called for the man who had been blind and said, “Give glory to God! We know that this man is a sinner.” He answered, “Whether He is a sinner I do not know. There is one thing I do know: I was blind, but now I see!” “What did He do to you?” they asked. “How did He open your eyes?”. (In our case though, we have seen this man, we have heard him, we have touched him, we have been blessed by him and if there be a righteous man walking the gravel of this earth it is he) Shoot me.
Allow me to digress. Most chaps know nothing supernatural beyond the endless seasons of Game of "Throes" and Harry "Potty". Many people still debate whether Bruce should marry Caityln and they think they have an opinion on matters ether! There is a blanket, a black cloud over the minds of many; while they grope and grab around the dark walls of mortality, they crash and burn in the fires of illusion they have kindled in their wake. Us, we slay the bwengula and don't quote that stuff of "the sky is the limit". It is where we start, all the way to the third heaven (hope you can relate).
Babel fell under the weight of numbers, Sodom and Gomorrah were not short of cynical democracy, Babylon was a match for the civilizations of Today. First world election observers can't agree with a local Supreme Court on who stole what, it is mob cray son! Your fight little one, is ancient; like the pyramids baby! Your argument is frozen and solidly filled like the Rwenzori but it is going nowhere, it never did; it never will. It is a paper tiger that will die a natural death, too bad it will have your name etched on it. You should be worried that most people agree with you, few people worth the name hold their own beyond the chatter of the crowd.
As for us, we were not disobedient to the heavenly vision. Where we saw and heard a clear voice, your blocked ears heard thunderous noises and crickets; and your scaled eyes saw just shadows and floating debris. You are livid that we did not seek your opinion but that's misplaced eruption. We are alive to the fact that you do not have much substance to offer on this side of things and so we saved you the trouble. You surely know the story of Gideon and the 300.
Anywho, when you are done fighting a losing battle, you know where to find us. We'll be doing, uh you guessed it. Adios!
Thursday, 2 November 2017
MY OPEN LETTER TO FRANK GASHUMBA
Your ref: TBA
Our ref: PEM/ Remrev/ 11/2017
02/11/2017
MAXIMUM SECURITY CUSTODY
UPDF/ CMI/ UGANDA POLICE
REPUBLIC OF UGANDA
SUSPECT ENVELOPE
P.O BOX, KAMPALA
Attention: Mr. Frank Gashumba alias et al,
Dear Sir,
RE: PROPHETIC SCIENCE 101; A PRO BONO MEMO
Your recent infamous arrest refers. Your personal life and going concerns notwithstanding, I wish to bring your attention to the possible land mines and boobytraps you may have moonwalked on in the recent past. The Africans say that you should not test the depth of a river with both feet. If you had kept this in mind, it is fair to say that you would still be on the airwaves, shouting; “Togyikwatako”.
I was not aware of your kwegezamu antics until my good brother Prophet Michael Kiganda called you to order. How baptismal was the moniker, “Gafere”? The real metaphor of this puzzle is that you initiated the concept of INVESTIGATIONS! How convenient?
Despite the endless debates on whether you live in a democratic republic or not, you know well enough that there is a silent albeit overt rule on hierarchy in the real execution of duties. For example, you may abuse the leaders in this country all you want but you would not want to touch the person of the President. There is a Bermuda Triangle in that Constitution called the Fountain of honour. Maybe His Excellency evokes this trump card only in the gravest of circumstances. Yet, I submit to you that however incredible this appears, it still operates in a menial glory.
I am sure you can afford a good lawyer so I will not self-instruct. I will not delve into your options on burden of proof, res gestae, admissibility of evidence and the like. There’s however something I am sure your counsel will not have the scope or context to advise. Consider this my pro bono memo in Prophetic Science 101.
There is an extraterrestrial glory hovering over the affairs of man. To your defense, the prevailing ecclesiastical polity has not done enough to orient the wanainchi into these phenomena. They have not really gone beyond the rhyme of the Beatitudes and the Sermon on the Mount. Some however, have the good sense not to blaspheme celestial beings. This is where, you sir are considerably wanting. The Banyankitara have a saying, “Abatazimanya bazotsy’ emihaako”. I am sure you have enough linguistic filaments to decode this proverb. In the realm you tampered with, the real togyikwatako is Article 1 Chronicles 16:22. When that article is in play, be very careful my friend. A seasoned warrior is killed by stick and stone just because he bears the mark, “uncircumcised philistine”. Entire armies are drowned in seas and others flee at the sound of an illusion. You clearly thought all this stuff a fable until it showed you its nightmarish attributes.
You threw a cold piece of salad and it was served you sizzling like Chinese chicken. You may be a first born of this wrath but there’s no telling who might be next. It is not too late for you but it could get worse. Trust me when I say, there’s a lot more where that came from. I enjoyed my classes on the Canadian prairies, Manitoba and Saskatchewan and I would hate to see the empire of Jacques Cartier come tumbling down like Humpty Dumpty. “We speak to those down here, so that even those above there can hear”. I directly translated this for you, kind Sir.
Let us all be civil, yah! And please know which articles you should mess with and those you should not even allow in your dreams.
Yours sincerely,
Yours Truly,
#Remnant Revolution
#PEM life
#We expose
# Nonya Baano
#Ffuna Size Yo
#Manya wokooma
#Odangamu
#Another one bites the dust
Monday, 30 October 2017
SPOTLIGHT ON THE USA!
Living as we do in the age of empiricism, it is not hard for people
to quickly jump on to and trust their lives to a stack of data, statistics
and supposed deductions by science. If science is a religion, it
certainly has managed to convert the globe. Education systems, fiscal
policies and governments are run on some scientific this or that. Look
around you and you will fill this list faster than you thought.
To think that the biggest things we wager our lives on might be merely
illusory and what we consider illusions might be the real deal; is
extremely scary. What if all those statistics you have based on to make
your career decisions, run your country or build an empire are just a
lie, what then?
On the flip side, what if we were as good at reading transcendent phenomena as we are in dissecting mortal jamboree. Before your best weather channel was set up, someone rebuked a group of experts on how easily they could read the wind and skies; tell when it would rain but could not equally discern matters of eternal substance. That’s my challenge to those who do not wish to denounce their faith in, well you know what! What if the picture being too big for the quality of lens you are using; would you expand your vision?
At the close of last year, a heated Presidential race between Donald Trump and Hilary Clinton was one of the biggest stories out there. Riveting eyeballs from all over the globe, there seemed to be battles not just for the oval, but wars of ideology, feminism, immigration, racism and pretty much every ism! Whoever cared to follow, knew who the mainstream media and the pattern of this age were backing. The prophets and evangelists of pop culture were scampering to endorse Hilary and denounce Trump for religious, chauvinistic and other reasons. We all know how that chapter ended, but was it just so another page or book would open into even something bigger? Why didn’t the election go as obviously as George Clooney and Barrack Obama predicted? Was there a Russian or supra Russian hand? Beyond living in denial, impeachment and twitter jazz; Obamacare and bla bla care, what does the Trump era mean for the eagle?
The Tsunami alert rate across the US seems to be heightening by the month. Is there a tectonic plate riot or is a school master swinging the whip? That shooting in Las Vegas, why was it not by a black “gang” member or a Muslim “terrorist”. Would the fact that the shooter was a middle-aged Caucasian “guy next door” mean the end of the American dream as we know it? Or are we still operating in the realm of coincidence and peradventure?
Allow me though to go to the spark that ignited this rhetoric. At the beginning of the year, Prophet Elvis Mbonye stood in a small East African country called Uganda, and in what some might call pre-cognition, listed several outcomes of the Oscars 2017. If you are not into movies, the Oscars is one of the biggest movie academy awards in the world. By this time, you know that I will not delve into a discussion on transcendence vs science. But why a Ugandan seeing something in the USA? Why the Oscars? Why would a portal open in the sky upon Malibu, Beverly Hills, Santa Monica, West Wood and Bel Air when these are the places that have somewhat succeeded in pushing out the need for God? Why would the “pious God” who dwells in holy unapproachable light be interested in the affairs of the Caitlyn Jenners and Ryan Seacrests? The debate continues.
A few weeks back, a certain death rattled the internet. The pictures showed a very old man that I had never heard of. I scoured the ether to see what was so special about Hugh Hefner. I realized that I at least had stumbled on his brand name somewhere, the mansion is in a few motion pictures. But guess what, was this the man behind explicit publication and amorous expression? Did he fight through a legal system to make this lifestyle the future? Maybe the business is already entrenched, but I have learnt not to take lightly such signs as when lighting strikes the tip of the mountain.
Only yesterday, another unfamiliar name broke the internet. Another sex scandal bigger than the legend of Cosby. I have seen Miramax before, as I have Tristar, Sony, Columbia, Meltro Goldwin Meyer and Universal pictures but seldom do I know the names of movie producers and screen writers. A man so powerful to threaten the careers of Angelina Jolie, Gwyneth Paltrow if they dared speak about what happened behind closed doors. What had happened in the dark for decades has been brought to light, dragging in names like Matt Daemon, Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lawrence. The trail of Harvey’s influence stretches to Obama’s check book, motion picture elitism and the whole entertainment industry as is known. Another one bites the dust but is there more than meets the eye?
As they ate and drunk, just as in the days of Noah; sudden calamity struck and the ark sashayed on the floods that were drowning the multitudes below. Today is not a day I talk about North Korea, but this and many telltale signs should awake the 7000 in America.
On the flip side, what if we were as good at reading transcendent phenomena as we are in dissecting mortal jamboree. Before your best weather channel was set up, someone rebuked a group of experts on how easily they could read the wind and skies; tell when it would rain but could not equally discern matters of eternal substance. That’s my challenge to those who do not wish to denounce their faith in, well you know what! What if the picture being too big for the quality of lens you are using; would you expand your vision?
At the close of last year, a heated Presidential race between Donald Trump and Hilary Clinton was one of the biggest stories out there. Riveting eyeballs from all over the globe, there seemed to be battles not just for the oval, but wars of ideology, feminism, immigration, racism and pretty much every ism! Whoever cared to follow, knew who the mainstream media and the pattern of this age were backing. The prophets and evangelists of pop culture were scampering to endorse Hilary and denounce Trump for religious, chauvinistic and other reasons. We all know how that chapter ended, but was it just so another page or book would open into even something bigger? Why didn’t the election go as obviously as George Clooney and Barrack Obama predicted? Was there a Russian or supra Russian hand? Beyond living in denial, impeachment and twitter jazz; Obamacare and bla bla care, what does the Trump era mean for the eagle?
The Tsunami alert rate across the US seems to be heightening by the month. Is there a tectonic plate riot or is a school master swinging the whip? That shooting in Las Vegas, why was it not by a black “gang” member or a Muslim “terrorist”. Would the fact that the shooter was a middle-aged Caucasian “guy next door” mean the end of the American dream as we know it? Or are we still operating in the realm of coincidence and peradventure?
Allow me though to go to the spark that ignited this rhetoric. At the beginning of the year, Prophet Elvis Mbonye stood in a small East African country called Uganda, and in what some might call pre-cognition, listed several outcomes of the Oscars 2017. If you are not into movies, the Oscars is one of the biggest movie academy awards in the world. By this time, you know that I will not delve into a discussion on transcendence vs science. But why a Ugandan seeing something in the USA? Why the Oscars? Why would a portal open in the sky upon Malibu, Beverly Hills, Santa Monica, West Wood and Bel Air when these are the places that have somewhat succeeded in pushing out the need for God? Why would the “pious God” who dwells in holy unapproachable light be interested in the affairs of the Caitlyn Jenners and Ryan Seacrests? The debate continues.
A few weeks back, a certain death rattled the internet. The pictures showed a very old man that I had never heard of. I scoured the ether to see what was so special about Hugh Hefner. I realized that I at least had stumbled on his brand name somewhere, the mansion is in a few motion pictures. But guess what, was this the man behind explicit publication and amorous expression? Did he fight through a legal system to make this lifestyle the future? Maybe the business is already entrenched, but I have learnt not to take lightly such signs as when lighting strikes the tip of the mountain.
Only yesterday, another unfamiliar name broke the internet. Another sex scandal bigger than the legend of Cosby. I have seen Miramax before, as I have Tristar, Sony, Columbia, Meltro Goldwin Meyer and Universal pictures but seldom do I know the names of movie producers and screen writers. A man so powerful to threaten the careers of Angelina Jolie, Gwyneth Paltrow if they dared speak about what happened behind closed doors. What had happened in the dark for decades has been brought to light, dragging in names like Matt Daemon, Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lawrence. The trail of Harvey’s influence stretches to Obama’s check book, motion picture elitism and the whole entertainment industry as is known. Another one bites the dust but is there more than meets the eye?
As they ate and drunk, just as in the days of Noah; sudden calamity struck and the ark sashayed on the floods that were drowning the multitudes below. Today is not a day I talk about North Korea, but this and many telltale signs should awake the 7000 in America.
Friday, 27 October 2017
OF CHARLIE PUTH AND PERFECT PITCH
Let's Marvin Gaye and gerriron.
Part 1.
We'll get to that in a bit but hear me out. You do not have to believe
this part of the post. I have done and do a few things but I do not
think I am yet as invested as I was in the only four years that I did
formal music training at Ntare Sch school. Now, I've tried soccer,
basketball, lawn and table tennis and volleyball. From very obvious
dribble attempts, mosquito weight to late challenges I was a good
student of, "if you miss the ball, don't miss the leg". Super telle had
more realistic weight than the real ball when hit by Ndahagire Angel...
Kinda like Roberto Carlos. Butter fingers and mountaineering height made
sure that though I was a good shooter in the D (why is it called that?)
I always avoided layups. Most guys on the baco were like Norman Blick
and Ring Acuil Banggol.
Aside from the esoteric slang they spewed, every
time I marked one, he shouted "mismatch" and dunked miles above my head
like I didn't exist. My biggest trick is I'd put my hand under the ball
if you tried to dribble show off. I thought it was clever but the umps
cried fowl. I still carry the volley ball when I try to set and my
Barcelona service is not as fast as Izara Ambrose's. I tried cricket for
a day and all my bowl attempts were stones. I think Carbon Davis is a
witch. The one time I tried rugby, Zeno Othieno Owora broke all my
joints and then I noticed Ken Ken Mwebembezi and Karanganwa Michael with
their chubby cheeks and one pack could format and reboot my dental
formula in one scrum gone bad. I tried athletics and Kakeeto Martin
doubled me before the second round and I was discontinued. So lame (the
rules) ikr!
But I was a beast in the treble clef. I was a
constant fixture in the story of Ntare school MDD from 2002 to 2005 in
which years we made national rounds for the first time and I don't know
if they've managed an appearance since. These were the years of Ganzi
Muhanguzi Isharaza and the epic Tonix Allan.
Till I see you again.
Part 2
So as I was saying. It was more fun to harmonize 16 bars in two
inversions without worrying about consecutive fifths and overlapping
notes. How cool is transcribing an aural tape with pin point accuracy of
all the intervals and cadences. Forget about boring valences, nothing
beats being able to decode hundreds of pages of a Mozart or Haydn score
and being able to recite all the developments in classical, romantic and
baroque periods. (Too bad I couldn't use such skill to recite Napoleon
Bonaparte and Mansa Musa).
But those skeleton sticks with short
feet are not everyone's cup of tea. Sijui quiver, crotchet, minim (I
think this was Oidu Simon Peter's name)! The Julliards and Berkley of
this world are set up to train people in the weird language called music
but training is one thing and genius another. Look at Messi and
Bendtner or Antonio Valencia then you'll get the point.
Maybe
it's true for everybody but I can effortlessly memorize any melodic EP
in perfect sequence with one listen. It is second nature to replay
hundreds of thousands of songs from as far back as 1994 but I don't even
know what the valency of carbon monoxide is. I think my prowess though
was even far from relative pitch. The one time I won an award for
conducting a choir, we sang off key. I knew the time signatures alright
but I confused the harmonies. In my early years of worship leading, I
always transposed a semitone higher than the keyboard; it is possible I
still mix tenor and alto notes. Anyhow, my voice broke, Uganda happened,
we all chased other dreams. (still glad I didn't have to do maths and
chemistry though!) Shurrupz to ma pips Joshua Storm and Muhumuza Trevor
Peter. You kept the music thing going.
Yet when we talk of
Charlie Puth, we mean 1 in 10,000 people alive. We mean Mariah Carley,
Stevie Wonder, Freddy Mercury and Beethoven.
We don't talk anymore
Part 3.
My coitus with music has been largely limited to expression of faith
and that's my chosen monogamy. Yet having picked a few syllables in the
dialect, every so often I eavesdrop on warrup. So this boy was trained
by his mother a music teacher to play piano at 4 years, he broke his
first teeth on the middle C (maybe playing "pressure on the G string" )
and the rest is his story. He turned weirdo when he would come home
saying, "mummy, the wind is blowing in F sharp". This earned him a free
bed in a psychiatric procedure.
From classical training, to jazz
gigs, you tube frenzy; he landed on the Ellen show with a more seasoned
friend who had enlisted him to cover Adele. Years down the road, the
friend is auditioning for an 100K USD recording contract at the voice,
while Charlie is churning out multi platinum hits and scoring sound
tracks for the biggest movie franchises.
Hardly anybody talks
about his beat boxing. In the wake of Pentatonix and the several capella
acts out there, you know that beat boxing is not that easy. But this
beast of vocal producer belts out over four layers of vocal
arrangements in one breath to entertain ladies at a bar. It's so good
that the likes of Ariana Grande use his vocal twist clap as an intro to
their hits and he doesn't care for credit.
Attention.
Part 4
He didn't get me until the buzz about voice notes . There are Sia, Ed
Sheeran, Clean Bandit and Adele in the hierarchy of contemporary
songwriting. But this kid moves around with an iPhone arranging
progressions for instruments he can't play in real life. No wonder as a
kid, he once played a one hour mass from memory when the organist
boycotted ash Wednesday. I always wondered how lady Gaga could write
poker face, just dance and Alejandro under ten minutes in a world of one
hit wonders.
It reminds me of the first time I saw Prophet Elvis Mbonye. Mind you, I had been around pentecostal charismatic circles for a good decade or so, so Brother Jero and the gimmicks of the penitent had nothing on me. I knew that in Africa, we believed that the dark forces could pull a few rabbits out of the hat but we preferred a cold snack on Sunday morning in a lifeless pew. Some prefer the old hymnal procession and others the loud kiwempe three chord antecedent and consequent choruses. For some, it is the old black clap clap frenzy and for others the rock over produced Australian vibe with a projector and in accents they can't repeat.
Being the keen observer, I saw a genuineness I had never encountered, I saw originality and authenticity incarnate. He seemed not to audition for anything or smile for that fish eye shot. He walked like a man on a pilgrimage skirting through a slight detour on a foreign island. Then he started picking names, birthdays and phone numbers and I was like wt*?! But there was no fear or condemnation and such creepy feelings around jaja stuffs. Then he seemed to love everyone, and then..... Okay this might not end. Point is, wonders never cease and my idea of church was rearranged like a Wandegeya rolex.
So back to Charlie, guy drops a salt shaker on the table and says that the resultant sound is between A and B#. Like whas goinon? I took a seat. These days I seat faster than someone wearing a pair of torn trousers. In fact, I carry some seats in my wallet in case I meet that one person who dwarfs the status quo and shows me something I thought inhumanly possible.
END
It reminds me of the first time I saw Prophet Elvis Mbonye. Mind you, I had been around pentecostal charismatic circles for a good decade or so, so Brother Jero and the gimmicks of the penitent had nothing on me. I knew that in Africa, we believed that the dark forces could pull a few rabbits out of the hat but we preferred a cold snack on Sunday morning in a lifeless pew. Some prefer the old hymnal procession and others the loud kiwempe three chord antecedent and consequent choruses. For some, it is the old black clap clap frenzy and for others the rock over produced Australian vibe with a projector and in accents they can't repeat.
Being the keen observer, I saw a genuineness I had never encountered, I saw originality and authenticity incarnate. He seemed not to audition for anything or smile for that fish eye shot. He walked like a man on a pilgrimage skirting through a slight detour on a foreign island. Then he started picking names, birthdays and phone numbers and I was like wt*?! But there was no fear or condemnation and such creepy feelings around jaja stuffs. Then he seemed to love everyone, and then..... Okay this might not end. Point is, wonders never cease and my idea of church was rearranged like a Wandegeya rolex.
So back to Charlie, guy drops a salt shaker on the table and says that the resultant sound is between A and B#. Like whas goinon? I took a seat. These days I seat faster than someone wearing a pair of torn trousers. In fact, I carry some seats in my wallet in case I meet that one person who dwarfs the status quo and shows me something I thought inhumanly possible.
END
WHY RUKUNGIRI IS NOT JUST A FOOTNOTE IN UGANDAN POLITICS
Today is the first time I have seen Rukungiri top the twitter trends but it comes as no surprise in times like these.
It probably has the most exotic sounding name of all Ugandan districts and I am not even sure what the proper accent for pronouncing it is yet. As part of the original Kigezi or rather Rukiga geography, Rukungiri is a land of mixed farmers herded on hilly slopes of arable land.
Though the weather is not much different from that in Kabale, the people in Rukungiri particularly in Rujumbura speak more of the Nkore language rather than Rukiga. There is a debate on whether they are Bahororo or were ruled by the Bahororo hence the mix up.
The history is littered with chiefdom, resistances, expansionism and connection with the greater Rwanda and Ituri people. The real economic cash cow remained with Kanungu in the form of Bwindi and Queen Elizabeth National parks. That in my opinion is perhaps why the town does not seem to change much in decades. There is not much going on in terms of development.
But this often forgotten district has stamped its mark on Ugandan politics,perhaps owing to the resilient nature of its people. Aside from key army generals from this place, there is a trail of fodder on the President's own links to the district. In the late 90's there was a club of political elites from the district which disbanded with the advent of opposition politics.
In 1996, I witnessed first hand how a young boy from our school fell from a rally truck and broke his leg under the ensuing traffic of a political motorcade. In 2001, we were restrained indoors as we heard the shootout of police near the district stadium during another rally. Today, another young man died in no different circumstances. Someone's son, someone I might know; millennial Ugandan blood irrigating the soil in ideological differences way above his pay grade.
The stark difference between municipality and "district" appreciation of politics and consensus has meant that even if Rukungiri is the place where the FDC leader hails from, cohesion has been far from reality. The municipality has however remained a vocal hub of opposition politics if its representation is anything to go by. The script of Ugandan politics is a confusing tapestry, some actors take on jester roles and others are worse off- mere props. Sometimes, it is hard to tell who is fooling who? Sometimes, nobody knows who is playing for what team or what the marching orders are. Marxism and the Communism offshoot have been a forlorn relic of the cold war. The cycle to nirvana is seldom completed and the idea of a lumpen proletariat one that did not formidably survive Bonarparte. Occasionally, some buds flirt with the warm rays before the inevitable nip.
Economically, Rukungiri is probably one of the districts that suffers most from the stratification and micro-decentralization. If as is; to scratch from the dregs of a transparent glass; it cannot be faulted for being apolitical.
It probably has the most exotic sounding name of all Ugandan districts and I am not even sure what the proper accent for pronouncing it is yet. As part of the original Kigezi or rather Rukiga geography, Rukungiri is a land of mixed farmers herded on hilly slopes of arable land.
Though the weather is not much different from that in Kabale, the people in Rukungiri particularly in Rujumbura speak more of the Nkore language rather than Rukiga. There is a debate on whether they are Bahororo or were ruled by the Bahororo hence the mix up.
The history is littered with chiefdom, resistances, expansionism and connection with the greater Rwanda and Ituri people. The real economic cash cow remained with Kanungu in the form of Bwindi and Queen Elizabeth National parks. That in my opinion is perhaps why the town does not seem to change much in decades. There is not much going on in terms of development.
But this often forgotten district has stamped its mark on Ugandan politics,perhaps owing to the resilient nature of its people. Aside from key army generals from this place, there is a trail of fodder on the President's own links to the district. In the late 90's there was a club of political elites from the district which disbanded with the advent of opposition politics.
In 1996, I witnessed first hand how a young boy from our school fell from a rally truck and broke his leg under the ensuing traffic of a political motorcade. In 2001, we were restrained indoors as we heard the shootout of police near the district stadium during another rally. Today, another young man died in no different circumstances. Someone's son, someone I might know; millennial Ugandan blood irrigating the soil in ideological differences way above his pay grade.
The stark difference between municipality and "district" appreciation of politics and consensus has meant that even if Rukungiri is the place where the FDC leader hails from, cohesion has been far from reality. The municipality has however remained a vocal hub of opposition politics if its representation is anything to go by. The script of Ugandan politics is a confusing tapestry, some actors take on jester roles and others are worse off- mere props. Sometimes, it is hard to tell who is fooling who? Sometimes, nobody knows who is playing for what team or what the marching orders are. Marxism and the Communism offshoot have been a forlorn relic of the cold war. The cycle to nirvana is seldom completed and the idea of a lumpen proletariat one that did not formidably survive Bonarparte. Occasionally, some buds flirt with the warm rays before the inevitable nip.
Economically, Rukungiri is probably one of the districts that suffers most from the stratification and micro-decentralization. If as is; to scratch from the dregs of a transparent glass; it cannot be faulted for being apolitical.
Saturday, 1 April 2017
Re-thinking Government Intervention in Regulation of Religious Activities in Uganda
Over
the past couple of weeks there has been growing talk on the Government’s
intention of passing a law to further regulate certain religious and spiritual
establishments. Something else I have seen was the supposed move by the Uganda
Communications Commission (UCC) to ban adverts of religious and or spiritual emphases.
I am yet to read the actual policy documents and possible minutes of these
developments and should add that I am not particularly comfortable basing on
media reports for accurate information on what is on ground.
That
said, I surmise that it is not entirely premature for all concerned to introspect
on how we contribute to such conversations and if our involvement or
indifference absolves us from inevitable consequences if ideological divides
are crystallized into law. My contribution to this discussion is limited to two
aspects: The Constitutionality of such moves and the narrow spectrum of
Ecclesiastical Polity. For our present purposes, I do not intend to be too
technically specific but will try to point us to sources of detailed discussions
of relevant aspects. I also will not be generous enough to offer technical definitions
and detailed context of some of the perspectives I present. I also labour to
avoid an academic approach to this conversation so that despite our varied
vocations we may benefit from the conversation.
CONSTITUTIONALITY
Uganda
is considered a constitutional democracy. This simply means that the people of Uganda
have power of self-government, have consolidated a baseline of their wishes in
a document called a Constitution and through majority participation (universal
suffrage / referenda) or representative participation (through institutions
like Parliament) interact with the relevant frameworks of how they wish to be
governed.
Uganda
is governed under the Constitution of 1995 and some of the relevant clauses in
that document are those declaring Uganda a secular state and as such must not adopt
a state religion. The others relate to religious freedom, freedom of
association, right to information and freedom of speech. The Constitution is
also clear that any other law passed or in place is valid only as far as it is
consistent with the people’s wishes enshrined in the Constitution.
What does it meant to be a secular state or not to adopt a state
religion? That is a fair question to ask since most of the policy outlay is
seldom explicit with clear language on possible intention or conflict. The
actual test of such Constitutional guarantees is usually broad and far reaching
enough to comfort the citizens on why they chose to be governed that way in the
first place. For a law to be consistent with the spirit of our Article 7
(secular State), it must satisfy four tests: (i) It must not be seen to establish
religion. (ii) It must not serve a religious purpose. (iii) It must not endorse
a specific religion. (iv) It must not show that Government is being entangled
with religion. (I have discussed these tests in a previous “academic” paper on
a different subject: available at https://cepa.or.ug/analysis-of-cultural-and-constitutional-responses-to-comprehensive-sexuality-education-in-uganda/ )
Evidently the world has classic examples of religious states such as
Sudan, Saudi Arabia, Indonesia etcetera and they are not necessarily failing
states just because of their religious inclination (depending on the parameters
in question). However, when a people decide to take a secular path, laws passed
must serve a secular purpose and more importantly be consistent with the
cardinal wishes of such people especially those which are expressly evidenced
in the Constitution (grund norm). A more meticulous examination of existing regulation
would reveal that without prejudice to presumptions of innocence and the burden
of proving specific bits and pieces, most if not all possible indiscretions are
properly covered by penal laws, corporate structure and tax laws. That is not
to say that killing in the name of God is not to be prohibited. Certainly, there
is no place in civilisation for jihads, crusades (strictu senso) and forms of
mutilation shrouded in religious practice. We cannot ignore the fact that some
of the worst atrocities committed in recent history have resulted from states
using public trust machinery to castigate religious components albeit too
harshly. A sledge hammer to kill a fly approach usually boarders on violating
clear Constitutional principles and may lead to a costly process when citizens
choose to challenge it at whatever stage. Public accountability best practices
would demand that all boxes are ticked before policy decisions are made or
implemented.
ECCLESIASTICAL POLITY
This
is just a fancy term to refer to how religious setups are governed. Obviously,
it covers all historical debates on religious governance, the possibilities and
in there somewhere, the regrets and benefits we can credit for millennia of
co-existence. Religious teaching is generous on perspectives of honouring
leadership and that is just as well. On the flip side, there is risk of forming
an abhorrent sort of unholy alliance. Sometimes the line between some sort of
affirmative action and political convenience is blurred so much so that several
elements / assets of government may be deployed for benefit that may be inconsistent
with fundamentals of the given religious outfit itself and legitimate
Constitutional expectations that people might have of their political
representatives. To coin a term, I might say that we at times condone a type of
“religious
corruption”.
Having
for a fair number of years taught a university class titled “Law, Christian and
Political Thought” and inevitably marinated thousands of ancient texts and
graded a few opinions, I request to earn the right to have a favourite topic
and character. This is none other than Richard Hooker aka the Angelic Doctor. As
a lawyer, politician, lawmaker, writer and theologian who lived at the heart of
the advanced puritan reformation in ancient Europe and at a time of glaring
conflicts between church and state, he had one or two nuggets to both parties
in their respective spaces of expertise. He popularly posited that even for
those who wished to use scripture to inform their governance, there was a
difference amongst natural law, social law, political law and religious law (Of the Lawes of Ecclesiastical Politie).
It should not take too much intellectual investment for us to understand why
rocks do not grow flowers, fish do not fly, why we rarely tame lions or why we
should not cut all trees; why we do not all drive on the left or right side of
the road as a matter of discretion, why we are not all presidents and why even
spiritually we manifest different results and expressions. There is expected to
be an inalienable stratification of different forms of divine order and
sometimes the challenges we face relate to how we properly appropriate them.
When
religious leaders run to state machinery to regulate expressions or emphases
they consider different from theirs, or if the state coffers are relieved to
facilitate religious causes outside proper Constitutional quotas and processes
one of two parties might have some clarification to make. Then again, it takes
two to tango.
By
Matsiko Godwin Muhwezi
Corporate
Lawyer & Lecturer
*first
published on matsikogdwin.blospot.com ©
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