Wednesday, 16 September 2015

What is killing our generals? - What no one else will tell you!

 As one from the great district of Rukungiri, I stand saddened by the loss of a gallant son of our hills and great example to many. Like every other Ugandan, I have had to do a crash course on your bio-not that Basim'ogenze was a great song but you know how these things be (sic).
 
I note with sadness that you were quite a package and in these hard times, a country cannot have too many of such distinguished gentlemen to spare. Not many institutions can ably churn out your qualifications coupled with the experience and level head you carried.
 
So I set out, like most Ugandans, to find out exactly what may have hastened you home. It is no crime to work too hard, Usain Bolt would agree and Kiprotich could revise; so that was not going to convince me. Cardio pulmonary whatever sounds smart but who is going to believe it? Thing is, for us who are not medically sophisticated, it does not register that something can arrest someone all of a sudden without days of pleading or something traditional at play. That would be too cruel to any soul even worse for a beautiful one like yours.
 
It is that time of the month, year, campaign season where we can use every kindling to harness the embers of our straw clutching political careers. Pedigree too, is not spared a baking on the altar of cheap popularity. Speeches have been written, wrongly dated releases have been transcribed and conspiracy after conspiracy theory has been advanced. At this rate we could easily develop a course on the subject.
 
Mayombo, Kazini, yourself sir? Is there a way this could be related, connected even? Everything is, these days; Amama, Sejjusa, your appointments or lack thereof; it is the dollar rate perhaps. Or wait a minute, were you in anyway aware of Illuminati? sorry, that is too debased to even deserve attention in the same breath as yourself sir.
 
So after sending pathologists and anthropologists to Dubai, via Kartoum on the way to Korea and perhaps Germany; after they had taken enough selfies and munched some pizza in nice hotels paid by Kiseka market tax payers, after they had combed their long forgotten medical terminology and dusted their passports-those who had them, the experts from Katakwi found something spectacular.
 
This is not news to you but as a broken record would sound, allow me to read you the final verdict of the Coroner's Inquest. "You, General (pause, clears throat) have died of death and all of us should take a chill pill and let the bereaved mourn their beloved".

 We owe you that much.
 
R.I.P General Aronda Nyakairima
$TOH

Friday, 10 July 2015

KARMAMA DOESN’T BESIEGE M27


 
You must understand that life in Uganda doesn’t necessarily depend on Andrew Mwenda’s opinion, or does it? If you are a fisherman, your role is to cast hooks and throw spears into the lake. Anything with bait is in fact better. In case you come back empty handed, no one can blame you. The problem is definitely the lake’s and the fish that didn’t bite.

“I appointed you, I have been your employer for forty years; I made you young man”

“No you did not. I am a professional and I have been loyal all these years doing all your not so tidy laundry”

“Is that because you are clean, or have you been through some deep sea ablution of late. So what are we up about anyway?”

“I think it is time up, you better hand over peacefully or we will make you”

“Who is this we, and when did you get the courage to talk to me like that?”

“I speak for so many that you have no idea about, and you forget that I have been in charge of many rosters from the grassroots to this very office”

“I do not know which woman in confusing you, or what it is you drank but you are sure not in your right mind. Go and sleep over it, we will resume this conversation when your mind is clearer in the morning”

“That is not necessary because, I am actually here to hand in my resignation”, he slapped a folder on the table.

“In that case, it won’t be necessary, you are fired with immediate effect. Do not forget that I am a bulldozer. I crush whatever stands in my way. I have you where I want you and you will soon find out who the boss is”

Beyond the river lies a world unknown. If you have never crossed the land you might be tempted to think you discovered it when you eventually do. Only to find that there are citizens complete with red slippers to wade off the discomfort. Times to make apologies and times to stick to a game pan and hope it works out, which will it be?

Are you wiser now, or were they right after all? Have they run out of their ammunition or it is time for them to start eating from their sweat. Alas you, pretty boy from Kololo, have fallen from up, up higher than humpty high. Dumped in the rubble of commonplace you may not realize that we eat the rolex that shines on your hand. We struggle when the dollar bites but you might never know.

We are back to the grind, and the millet keeps rolling under the stone. Between the rock and hard place rock; are you going to make it to Mbale? Did you think you would anyway or it was one of those “I will tell you when I will tell you...” Who stands to lose?

I wanna know what is exactly going on behind that shilling promiscuity but guess what, the front page does not tell because big boys do not agree. At what point do we believe this is not personal? How about you join the boys who’ve trodden the Kiira police cells so long they carry mosquito nets?


#When a nation is a cattle pen…

$TOH





 

Tuesday, 9 June 2015

BEAUTY PROBLEMS EPISODE 26


“What did he want?’ Maggie asked drying her hair with a mini towel with a green kanga wrapper hugging her body, bust downwards.

“It wasn’t him, some other guy, mbu Muna has been arrested” Rita said

“So why would they call me, mscheew” drying hair while bending on one side as if to droop some water from the ear. “am I like his emergency contact or wot?”


“You should know, now you are even asking me, since you were the last person he called, maybe…”

‘Maybe what?, ate nawe otandise, if he has been arrested can’t they call his parents or friends…me? , as who? “

“Owaye tombogorera, why am I even having this conversation” Rita rose up from the bed and headed to her side, “Anyway, the guy said they would pick you up for some questioning”

Maggie had curled up a bun into the towel to one side, she paused and looked at Rita, hair equally silent inside the towel. Rita shrugged and walked out of the room.

‪#‎To‬ be continued
$TOH

BEAUTY PROBLEMS EPISODE 25


“Who was that?” Goldie asked

“Who…err on phone, no one well...” his wife stammered

“Don’t play dumb with me, I know when you are hiding something. Who was that on phone, was it your boyfriend?” he advanced toward her with just briefs and a towel around his neck

“You are still drunk, it was nothing…and anyway none of your business” she put the phone on the table and rolled a plait playfully around her pointing finger as if to ignore him

“ Don’t dare call me drunk. Woman” He scooped the phone off the table and scrolled to previous calls “Muna, oba” he read“ Who is Muna?”

“First of all Goldie, how dare you check my phone?” She stood up and went behind the chair which she now held onto with both hands.

“You are my wife, I can check anything I want, and do not forget I am the one who bought this phone, in case you have forgotten, I buy everything in this house to your very tiniest bit of cloth”

“So what? can’t I have privacy, do I ever check your phone?”

“Hahahaha, don’t humour me, I am the man here, that is how it works”

The phone rang again this time in Goldie’s hands

Hey both stared at it, Goldie like a frying kilo of pork to a hungry pensioner ready to pounce. To the wife, it was like a forbidden animal riding up the mosque stairs.

Same concept but different problems. It is a beauty thing

Madam was shaking uncontrollably with visible perspiration on her brow.

‪#‎To‬ be continued
$TOH

BEAUTY PROBLEMS EPISODE 24


Rita let the phone ring for a while then lifted it from the floor where it had fallen after excessive vibration. “It is even Muna” she said to herself.

She went to the bathroom and called out “Maggie, Muna is calling off the chain, you might wanna find out what he wants”

“Muna my foot, what does he want?” came a voice from one of the cubicles.

“I didn’t pick of course, how then am I supposed to know what he wants”

“Bambi help me, just pick and tell him not to waste my time”

“Why don’t you tell him yourself”

“Bambi oso you, just pick and tell him to back off, he has been trying to vibe me but you know he is not my type, he is damn broke and plus a classmate, like seriously”

“That is yo crap, why does he still call then, maybe you led him on or something”

“Just pick and tell him I am not interested in talking to him, and hung up”

Rita hesitated then picked then scrolled to receive. She headed back to the room to avoid the noise of splashing water.

“Hello?” Rita said

“Hello Maggie” an unfamiliar voice spoke, “ Are you his girlfriend or sister?’

“Hell no, I am Rita, Maggie’s roommate and none of us is Muna’s anything. Just classmates, if he has lost his phone, just bring it to campus and give it to the guards”

“Well, this was one of the numbers he last called, and unfortunately he has been arrested for something very bad”

“Arrested?... anyway, he probably was discussing classwork with Maggie so there is no reason for you to call her “

“We will need to speak to Maggie later, you know just a few questions, nothing to worry about, we will pick her up shortly”

“Okay I will tell her, but I do not think she would know anything, you are barking up the wrong tree”
‪#‎To‬ be continued
$TOH