Déjà vu all over again

Sometimes in life there comes a point when one asks, don’t the leaders who are entrusted to lead us really study the history of the country they rule. It always, always leaves me perturbed.

This week in Uganda, right, we saw events that reminded me about an attack of a palace of the Kabaka(King) of Buganda in May 1966.

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The Kabaka’s Palace is attacked by Uganda government forces

source: WhatsApp

Fast forward 50 years and yet another King(Omusinga’s) palace is attacked leaving scores of people dead. What I find amazing is the lack of proper information as to why the palace had to be attacked in the first place. Omusinga is the King of the Bakonzo people who hail from the Mountains of the Moon – Rwenzori. They are sometimes referred to as Rwenzururu people.

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Omusinga wa Rwenzururu (King) palace under attack in November 2016

Source: WhatsApp

Government acknowledges the King(Omusinga) was inciting terrorism. But coming from the fact about what happened 50 years ago, such information from government should be taken with a pinch of salt.

We may never really know the real story about that palace attack, we shall leave that to the historians. Having said that, bear with me, let me take you on a journey a brief history of Uganda.

A brief History

Before Uganda became the motherland Uganda on independence day in 1962, all the constituent tribes had their own leaders from Kings, to Queens to Chiefs. With the creation of the country Uganda a republic was formed. It had a ceremonial President, a Prime Minister together with a parliament and political parties to lead the country. The Kings, Queens and Chiefs remained very instrumental in the cohesiveness of their people and this made the tribes stronger. The cultural norms and heritage intact. That high office espoused the pride of belonging, rich in history and instrumental in the future of the people by the people. Naturally frictions occurred as the new norm being the new form of  government, a republic vis a vie the tribal kingdoms was put on a test from time to time.

History most definitely is repeating itself in 2016.

What is so deafening, in this case, is the that there is little discourse about what happened in and around the mountains of the Moon, in the capital city of Kampala the seat of all power in Uganda. When there is such silence then all kinds of voices appear to fill the void. Social media is awash with all kinds of stories and photos. Hard to get any facts, clear picture about what really transpired and why. Maybe the authorities feel that this is a far away Kingdom and not too much fuss will be made about it. Personally I do not know.

This much we know.

The King(Omusinga) is in remand charged with treason and trial starts December 13th 2016.

The deposing of any King anywhere by use of force is a very traumatising experience for any group of people. In 1966 when it happened to the Baganda it led to consequences far foreseen by the leaders of that day. For one hatred brewed to anyone from the north of the country from the Baganda tribe. Why? The prime minister, Dr Obote, a northerner (of the Langi tribe) and the commander of the operation of the day was another northerner (Kakwa tribe), he went by the names of Idi Amin. Five years later he too led his own coup and overthrew Dr Obote.

The trauma of the Kabaka being attacked by the military was huge. So, huge. What many Baganda found perplexing was that the Kabaka, was a member of the British military and they refused to come to his aid. It is things like this that make one wonder 50 years hence, don’t our leaders learn anything from history.

Why, Why?

You can marginalize a people for so long, but deposing their King(Omusinga) opens up a can of worms that in 2016 we cannot foresee.

Oh Uganda

May God uphold thee

We lay our future in thy hand

These are the first stanzas of our national anthem.

 

The Omusinga (King) bespectacled gentleman in the middle at Kasese Police Station

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Omusinga wa Rwenzururu being led away from Kasese Police Station

Source: http://www.theinsider.ug/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/index.jpeg

Clearly, we need prayers for the people of Rwenzururu. Seeing their King (Omusinga) in such circumstances under police custody is not a pretty sight at all.

It breaks are people down

It demoralizes are people

It traumatizes are people

They look around for answers but get nothing satisfactory

It is a sad day indeed for the people

To salt or not to salt is the question

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source: http://paternitytestinglabs.com/how-to-discuss-a-paternity-test-with-your-partner/

The question has come about from a little chat I had about salt to be added into cooking food.

Unfortunately, I have no money to buy salt, so I say. The lady looks forlorn and says nothing.

Cooks the food without salt. She doesn’t eat because she’ll not eat food without salt.

Then a discussion ensues. ‘You are a man you should have money at all times’ she says. I say ‘this is the one time I have no money’. She says ‘I don’t believe you.’

Then I ask, ‘why didn’t you buy the salt? I know you have the money.’  She responds ‘Mine is female money. You the man are supposed to bring and pay for everything at home.’

I am gobsmacked. The lady has money to buy salt but will not buy it because I have no money to buy salt.

Herein is the quandary. I am not at home neither am I obliged to buy the salt because this is not my residence. I am a visitor okay.

I wonder are such matters which seem minor in the scheme of things bring discordant in a home. Can the aspect of the man not having money to buy salt really make or break a home? Whatever happened to partnerships. Is it only give, give society that it has come down too?

It is heart wrenching if the foundation of any form of relationship is reduced to money and lack thereof.

Totally flabbergasted. Now I know what to do next time. Have my own salt in the drawer and she can cook saltless food. I’ll add into my food at my leisure. I will be visiting this place a lot more often therefore I will do the cub scout motto of be prepared.

Not very happy person at this point in time.

The dynamics of gender are not lost on me but I am finding them ever the more complex. How one wants to make a point in regards to gender roles about unspoken rules baffles me immensely. How then can the women be emancipated if they still think in a dependency format rather than the independent format? Do the women play the gender roles because society dictates or because family dictates?

For once I am lost. So, lost.

source: http://www.saltopiasalts.com/health-benefits.html

November

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Raining cats & dogs

It is the rainy season in Uganda and what that entails is a change of many things.

It rains like cats & dogs. There are a number of things that happen and eventually show the presence of the rain.

From transport, to crops, to people, to agriculture virtually everything changes

The landscape gets the feel of lushness. It turns into a gorgeous green.

The roads, the marram roads that is, get slippery but at least the end result is that dust settles down and there is less dust pollution.

For some reason people get happier. I am yet to find the reason why. Maybe because Christmas is around the corner and everyone can be joyful and merry as the year ends.

There are some areas when it rains, it gets flooded because this in the previous life time used to be a wet land.

In November, the other thing is that it is the green grasshopper season.

 

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It is a delicacy of sorts and to be honest it tastes just like prawns. After the grasshopper, has been caught and fried. It has a very rich source of protein.

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Source: https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/prawn-11979566.jpg

This is how the delicacy looks like ready to be eaten.

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source: http://kabiza.com/kabiza-wilderness-safaris/nsenene-grasshoppers-are-a-ugandan-delicacy/

Happy November to you too with love from Uganda

 

 

Kool and the Gang are coming to Tawo

Kool and the Gang!

Yes that musical brotherhood that encapsulates my childhood and wonderful memories are coming to Tawo.

So, Kool and the Gang are coming to Africa, specifically on November 12th 2016, they will be in Kampala, Uganda.

Under normal circumstances I would have gone to see them.

I made some errors of judgement vis a vie money. I lent several people money with a promise that I will get paid on 31st October 2016. It didn’t happen and they are not returning my calls. I feel very deflated and having been warned not to do it. I went on and did it. I went on and lent money.

So, I will miss Kool and the Gang.

I will not be around breathing the same air they are breathing.

I will not see and hear the sounds of my youth like

‘Get Down on It’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qchPLaiKocI

‘Ladies Night’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLnUJQut-kc

I guess that is what life is about. If you are given lemons make lemonade out of the situation.

This is Uganda and welcome to Africa. Try and fit in so says Mother.

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Source: https://signedevents.com/uganda/kampala/kool-the-gang-live-in-ug/

 

 

Dust aka Powder

The Powder:

One of the issues one faces when back home is the pollution of all sorts from noise pollution to sight pollution. This blog is talking about one pollution that really, really disturbs me a great deal. It is dust. In the local parlance it is called powder.

It permeates everything and cakes everything.  As a returnee it is clear that using the Boda Bodas does leave traces of powder all over the shoes and lower parts of the pants.

The cleanliness or lack thereof of a person is perceived by the powder(dust) on one’s shoes.

A lot of the discussion about powder in Kampala City and its surroundings is negative because in all honesty it is pollution of sorts. It causes discomfort through constant coughing, washing and dry cleaning of clothes, women doing their hair weekly and sinus issues.

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Source: http://67.media.tumblr.com/f7def362736e2df533c9b623dba526f0/tumblr_nj0ypwoVXx1taw7tlo1_1280.jpg

On the other hand, there is a bright light in all this powder situation it has created employment for the many car washing bays that exist in an around the city.

One of the best smells vis a vie the powder, it is when it is about to rain and the first drizzle hits the roads before the heavy downpour. That smell to me signifies relief. Relief from the constant barrage of powder(dust). Relief that our clothes, hair, food and well-being will be dust free for as long as it rains. Oh what a relief it is more so with the sound of the rain. This is epic.

In regards to plants I wonder how photosynthesis happens when the leaves are covered with the powder. Do we get the right process as the leaves need sun light to carry out photosynthesis? Do we get the fruits or plants as they should look like?

Photosynthesis according to Live Science is ‘Photosynthesis is the process used by plants, algae and certain bacteria to harness energy from sunlight into chemical energy. There are two types of photosynthetic processes: oxygenic photosynthesis and anoxygenic photosynthesis. Oxygenic photosynthesis is the most common and is seen in plants, algae and cyanobacteria.’

http://www.livescience.com/51720-photosynthesis.html

I am no expert on such matters but the photo below does show a banana that looks sickly to me as it lacks it proper lustre and definition.

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source: https://theglobalnomadlive.files.wordpress.com/2016/10/powder-on-banana-leaves.jpeg

I wonder what other ailments befall us because of the powder that we will in later years’ attribute as the causes of the powder (dust pollution).

When I wake up and get that ample dose of powder I say to myself Welcome home Brotherman. Welcome home.

 

Dating: Ugandan Style

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source: http://proggie.ug/events/lets-mingle-uganda-speed-dating/

Women:

In Ug, love is equated with how much you spend on a girl. The more you spend on her the more she feels and knows that you care for her and love her. This is what I was told by the second girl I went out on a date.

This is a very new concept to me. As a returnee that wants to make sure that each dime lasts I find dating an extremely expensive affair that is only one way. By this I mean me spending, spending with nothing to show for it but a terrible bank balance. Welcome to Africa I have been told many a time. I seriously need to find a solution around this issue.

Having said that, the ratio of women to men in Uganda is high. They are extremely beautiful. The word ugly doesn’t exist in the lexicon vis a vie Ugandan women.

They look good and carry themselves with aplomb and stature.

Everywhere you look you see beauty in abundance. With this beauty comes caution, namely be careful these beautiful ladies a number of them are HIV positive and the ARV’s are making them look good.

These women don’t want you they want your money. Once it is gone you are gone too.

These beauties have many more men you are like one in 10 that she’s seeing.

I am yet to hear something positive. It is as if the women folk are a different specie to us men folk. There’s nothing that they do right except look a whole lot hot and beautiful.

Hot Cake:

It took me awhile to realize that my friend was referring to me. You see I had been advised that as a returnee and looking around for a partner I need to be aware of the following.

Just keep the correct company and you will be fine. Remember that you are a hot cake.

Be very cautious with our young ladies. Everything is about money here and we are talking big bucks. Also a golden man (meaning one in his fifties) is going to watch out what generation you target for a wife!

But there are some older not married ladies in our circles who would make good wives and give you peace of mind. By the time I got this advice I had already dated two ladies and I had spent some money on them. Their demands of what they needed from me varied from a new Smart phone, to a new wardrobe of clothes, to starting a new business a chain of Pharmacies, transport to and from work and the clincher I love you we can start a family together.

To me I took this as aggressive marketing right. However, when I was describing this to a friend I was reliably informed that it is desperation and returnees are seen as the glimmer of hope that will ease their predicament.

How then can one avoid such ladies?

The kind that milk you dry and professing to love you

I am told that it is the passage of time and that one has to go through such ladies in the dating game before you find the one.

The one, not the one to marry or be your partner, rather the one that will swipe you clean, professing her love for you, promising you a baby and then you would have evolved into a true returnee. I didn’t like what I was hearing and I made my views known. I had to short change this process immediately and I didn’t know how but I sure wasn’t going to be wiped clean. I couldn’t afford it financially nor could I afford it sanity wise.

The thing returnees have to undergo in the process of being immersed in the host country culture can be intimidating to say the least.

The more I paid more attention to the women folk the scarier I got.

Advice given was scary.

The caution given was scary.

Even fellow women spoke about their fellow ladies in such a way that I was left more petrified to say the least.

How then can one avoid such ladies?

I don’t know. But this much I know. I am not going to fall victim of them ladies that milk me dry.

babe-africa

source: Google.com

To Be Continued….

 

The Global Nomad

My topic of reference being a returnee back to the motherland, the pitfalls, the insights of what one should do before returning and as we all know if you do not plan then it means you plan to fail. Right. Too many managerial clichés right. But in all honesty what does it mean and involve when going back home. I had this pastry of photos in my mind, I had this kaleidoscope of how I was going to sell the idea of returnees coming back to the motherland but most especially the benefits right. The sale pitch was basically to other returnees and prospective returnees after all Africa is rising isn’t it, as you know abroad we are never expats but rather immigrants. Then it occurred to me how good is an idea in your head if it is not out there right.

The term global nomad has been coined, in my case, for Africans that live outside of Africa experts in all kinds of fields, are not immigrants, however,people who move from country to country to work because of their expertise, as well as those born to parents that work overseas. Their geographical location does not limit them to work in just one country. Once a contract is done, they up and leave and move to the next country for another assignment.

The term was phrased by Norma McCaig in 1984 The standard definition is ‘a person of any age or nationality who has lived a significant part of his or her developmental years in one or more countries outside his or her passport country because of a parent’s occupation.’ The term is generally used interchangeably with that of TCK (Third Culture Kid).

source: http://figt.org/global_nomads

I am an African in general a Ugandan in particular, lived on three continents. My names are Colin Kabiswa and I go by the alias of Jaduu.

Ready for take off. Fasten your seat belts. This blog is a journey of sorts to highlight these five topics  that I encountered on my return journey home namely:

  1. Mindset
  2. Love
  3. Dating – Women
  4. Money
  5. Home