Stella Nyanzi only did what we have feared to do

IMG_4956When the First Lady Janet Museveni, in her capacity as education minister called the media to advise parents about among others, not to transport their kids to school on Boda Boda’s, or if they should, not more than two on one bike, no one dared to respond to her unrealistic advice in this Uganda that’s marred with a lot of inequality.

Only one outspoken woman, Stella Nyanzi – who I am actually so proud of to this effect – dared to insert her finger in the anus of the “leopardess.” I salute you Nyanzi

Many, without taking in the crucial points passed judgment over Nyanzi for her response that made rounds on social media as largely vulgar, missing the point therefore.

The filthy – mouthed mother of twins spat rubbish as many who claim to be morally upright perceived it but a few of us ( now dubbed anti government ) wore no gloves, pulled up our sleeves and dug down the filth to find the pearls in Nyanzi’s dossier directed to the ‘Marie Antonette’ of our days.

“But why would a woman as educated as Nyanzi burst out in such unexplainable anger, moreover in a language so demeaning?” I thought to self. After much meditation, I realized she was only being the true Nationalist that this crumbling Nation needed. I am sorry my silence has let my nation down.

Nyanzi the fearless woman who would get up and speak for the girls who have to miss school days because they cannot pad them selves during the bloody days of the month while billions of tax payers money is whisked away in presidential handshakes, not even the innovative youth who could invent re usable pads can be facilitated to do so because the money has other things to do such as make sure the state house has security as big as that of heaven.

Nyanzi an iron lady who no matter the forces she attacked, dared to say that if the First Lady cut on her luxurious spending and that of hers, the hospitals would maybe never run out of medicine. – as we speak now, more than three patients are sharing an oxygen can at Kiruddu hospital, just a few days ago, a friend lost a brother because the oxygen shared with three others run out. Four lives lost. When a member of the first family will be flown out of the country to treat a bout of flue. Is this government really sensitive to the needs of the ordinary Ugandan?

Nyanzi, the vulgar mouthed mother who puts the plight of women dying in labour before that of a First family that rides around with a motorcade of 1000 vehicles while rural mothers die for luck of a bicycle to take them to the nearest health centre located kilometers or even miles away. Just the other day the ministry of health was celebrating a drop in the ocean reduction in the number of mothers dying as told by the Health demographics survey, the truth is mothers still die not because there is no money to fix the reasons they are dying but because the money has concentrated in the hands of a few First citizens.

Deep in Mityana, mothers have to opt for a visually impaired traditional birth attendant because she is nearest to them than the nearest health centre.

With no doubt, Janet Museveni is one meek person I have ever known, reading her book, ‘My life’s Journey’ (assuming she didn’t lie) further confirmed the character I thought her to be. Having gone through the humble beginnings like she narrates them in the said book, Janet Museveni should not be the woman to advise parents the way she did , seemingly unbothered about the fact that majority a Ugandan family lives in the lowly life where for instance Boda Boda transport might be the only option they find, again because teachers are poorly paid so they create early classes to get students pay for an hour before actual school starts and that explains why pupils have to be early to school.

What if there was a better transport system that children had to jump on say a train to rush to school?

One will argue that it’s not Janet’s mandate to fix the dead transport system nor is it her role to work on the ailing health system but come on, then freakin stop calling her the First Lady, mother of the nation and so on, besides, she is not exclusive to this oppressive government – maybe she shouldn’t have joined politics, even as a minister of education, you don’t want students missing school because they are sick and cannot find affordable healthcare.

Maybe mrs Museveni should not have come to speak to us about our children’s safety when in fact she is like the proverbial bible tale of the Pharisees who prayed for the poor but never did something about their poverty.

You sit up there eating bread and come and tell me stop eating cassava for breakfast? Mam, that’s all I have, if you are really bothered that I am eating poorly, give up some of your loaves for me.

I am wailing for my country, My rights are raped by this regime like Nyanzi would say. I am crying for the pearl of Africa that once was.

I do not condone Nyanzi’s vulgar language but I stand with her on the points that matter to me as an ordinary Ugandan. I don’t care what others think of me, for all I know, in my line of work I have travelled this country, spoken to the poorest of people, who cannot even afford a meal a day. On the other side of life I have seen Government officials enjoy a luxurious life oblivious of the dying population.

I have to pull aside while driving for a convoy of uncountable cars carrying just one important person to pass? Really? In a country where we were all created equal? What’s the difference in a country where the president for example gives all he has to the poor?

Tuffa tuggwaawo, who will save Ugandans? The army wont, the opposition has failed because of their unending fights, not even my religious leaders can help because their advice is so humble and full of reconciliation and will be swept under the carpet as soon as they say it.

May be we need more of Stella Nyanzi Characters to join the war, to rid this country of these moles eating it at a slow but steady pace.

If only the media used its tool to hold accountable rather than please the First family, may be things would be better.

I stand up, I will fight for mother land as long as I can, this is a solemn pledge I make, I’m only answerable to God who will ask me what my contribution was to this world.

Disclaimer: This is a personal opinion, the views in here are mine,you may choose to agree or disagree.

Help this blind 8months baby see

 

Eight months ago, Faridah Nakalyango a resident of Masaka, Uganda gave birth to a bouncing baby Tasha Nakigudde.

All was well until the baby opened her eyes.

Faridah says when the child first opened the eyes, there was a milky coating, upon check up, the the doctors said the child could not see.

All diagnosis reveal that the child has an eye condition called primary congenital Glaucoma.

Consequently, the baby has since been blind.  On the outside, the eyes are visibly swollen, while closer look at them reveals how unstable they are in the eye case.

Doctors she has visited have recommended a cornea implant which is pretty expensive and worse still cannot be done here in Uganda.

Faridah has no option left but to look for 20 million to take the child for an operation in India. Unfortunately, she cannot raise the money by herself, she is only appealing to people of good hearts to give her a hand if her child’s sight is to be restored.

Faridah, who is a mother of two is also worried because her first born who got an accident that made one of her eyes blind. She seems the most unfortunate woman, having two blind children with the blindness arrived at in two different ways.

These are true tears of a mother…

Let us help Faridah live as a happy mother.

 

 

Two hours in Mogadishu

When I say I love traveling, my inner self feels convinced. To many traveling may mean boarding a plane to a place a thousand miles away or probably sitting on  a bus to go on a long journey, but for me, it means refusing to sitting in one place for more than 30 minutes.

This is not because of the kind of work I do, but may be because of my nature – I wouldn’t want to call myself restless but for lack of a better word , Yes! Restless!

Enough

Of course I got excited when my editor’s call came through that I should organise all my travel documents I would be covering the Air Uganda maiden Flight to Somalia.

Did you just say Somalia? The question resounded in my excited mind.

Picture the excitement and honour. I knew this was going to be fun but of course it was going to involve enduring a Yellow Fever vaccination injection which for years I had been reluctant to take.

“All programmes cancelled. I must get this vaccination done in the least time possible.” I said to myself.

In a few hours I  gladly surrendered my upper arm to the nurse’s palms.

So with all set, all I waited for was the D-day. I wasn’t excited because I was gonna fly, travel or something, the vigour stemmed from the fact that I was going to Somalia – one of  the countries on my  ‘to – visit list.’

My keen Interest in Somalia is also linked to the recent happenings in there, that I have always just read about in the news. I wanted to know how it feels to be in a place like one that is just recovering from insurgency – The journalistic Ego (Of, yeah I once was in Somalia)

I am simply being honest. I did not care if the trip was just for a few hours , just like it was – All I longed to do was to step feet in SOMALIA.

Well, at the eve of the flight, I retired home at the usual hours, and went to bed at about 11pm. I was meant to wake up at 2 and get ready for the 5.30am flight. I was up at 1.30am.

Quick through the process, at 5.30am, the much anticipated Journey commenced. For 2hr and 10 minutes I was catching sight of God’s beautiful space creation.

It was nothing short of Aaaaaammmmmmaaaaaazzzziiiiiing! Oweeeeesssoooooommmmeeeee!

When the hostess announced that we were landing…

The plane hovered over the waters, and soon we were on ground – Safely.

One word – Ancient

The smell of a semi desert.

An airport/ Military base – 9 of every 10 people you set eyes on, are dressed in military fatigue.

Place is guarded more than I had ever witnessed. The beauty was that the biggest number of the AU troops on ground hail from Uganda – they too were as excited to see an Air Uganda Plane jet in.  I keenly remember on of them telling me

“ Eh!, this has never happened, my heart has skipped seeing air Uganda plane land, ayaaaaaa, this is soooo goood.”

With these words I felt the joy and excitement of a ugandan who has been away from home for the at least eighteen months.

The tight security at the seemingly ancient airport for me revealed how much it may not be safe to travel further into Somalia, although the security operatives on ground kept assuring us that all was well.

The head of the Uganda People’s Defence Force contingency told me “People are happy, people are traveling, construction is going on, business is growing, Guns are silent here in Mogadishu.”

“Guns are Silent” that was the gist of the statement – what any entrant into Somalia would love to listen to. It made me feel at home.

And when these Soldiers walked to me giving greetings in our native Luganda language, I even fell more at peace.

About two hours in Mogadishu’s international airport and all I wanted to do was go even further – Oh I wish I could. I all wishes were horses…

Two hours well – Setting eyes on the Somalian President, interacting with Au troops, getting burnt under the scorching morning sunshine ( as If I even cared) and of course using my hand camera to document my first ever trip to Somalia.

In the few hours, I cannot forget to say my head was veiled. Somalia, wait for my Mega Return!

Yours Truely Uwitware

African Blood.

Its been Nine Months

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When I say nine months, first thing in many of your minds is Pregnancy. Yes and no!

Last May I conceived, I was however not sure if it was a boy or a girl but I was sure it would be Joy at the end of the nine-months long journey.

In fact, my belly has for this time through beamed with joy, notwithstanding a few aches here and there.

Now, with only two days to deliver my long awaited baby I am joyful still, but sad too.

One, I am happy because I have successfully come to the end of my gestation period but also sad because I will miss the goodies that happened to me while the pregnancy lasted.

It was just yesterday, I can still smell the mood when I traveled to Nairobi to meet a delegation of fellow young journalists from around East Africa, to put together brains for career enhancement.

I can still remember how I met beautiful and handsome young wits whose names am compelled to mention because of they have been a significant lot in my journey hence this far.

In no order of preference, Wahida, Beryl, Mercy, Silvia, Goodluck, Robert, Laillah, Sharon, Athuman, Emmanuel, Mbashiru, Ingrid, Wisdom, Warothe, Peter, Daria, Kennedy and of course Olive.

Our people have been the best brothers and sisters I ever met besides my biological ones. I cannot but be grateful to my other Kenyan family members Maurice, Charity, Alex, Joy, Joseph, Prosper, Issa, Tom, Ray, and Sam who have been there for me.

But of course how can I forget my other buddies Kevins, Griffinz, Quest and Watson, you made me feel at home guys.

It’s surprising how time flies it has been fair yet unfair to me. It feels like I am waking up from a dream that has gone on for this entire while.

It is been a long yet short time, a time to bond with people who have been totally supportive and been there for me in all situations, while I smiled and while I frowned.

A great nine months of learning to deal with egos and temperaments from all walks of life,  but above all a time to climb to greater heights.

If there is something to regret in life, it can never be the walk I took nine months ago. I agree it has had its tough times but I have been able to overcome them with patience and persistence.

Besides, the tough times that there was, were always overcome by the Joy that the people around me gave.

At the end of the day now that there has been no abortion, I can attest to the sweetness of the fruits of this period- they are incredibly honeyed.

My pregnancy is now ripe, like a woman in labour I cry with pains of missing people who have become part of my life for this long, but grinning with excitement knowing that this is just the beginning of another level in life.

The programme has been one of the greatest achievements I will forever boast about, a chance to challenge and be challenged, to learn stuff beyond my understanding and to widen the scope of my knowledge.

It has been hard work but fun too.

All ye good people, there is only one thing, Go, Go and Go, fear no evil and road blocks, you have got all that it takes to shake the world and make it a better place.

God be with you till we meet again.

With Love Uwitware.

 

Ladies: Why you shouldn’t attack your ‘co-girlfriend’

I have heard it being said that everybody fights with his or her own tool.

A farmer if attacked will fight with a hoe, a doctor will use his injection to fight against an enemy, and a teacher will throw chalk at you or probably whip you.

And behold a scribe will use their pen to nullify a battle.

Let the scribe do this.

Less than 24 hours ago I received a very tough message from my close friend’s girlfriend. She claims I have done her relationship injustice by having feelings for her man and failing to arrest my emotions.

Fair enough, everyone has feelings and emotions, so it’s not an out of this world experience. She threatened how she has she all the necessary information to show that I have a crush on her man, and she could pass it to my boyfriend.  She forgot one thing, that what if her man also has a crush on me?

An unanswered question there!

This has not been the first time such a thing is happening, I have never gotten upset as much because of the manner in which this girl handled this was typical of a trivial woman.

I have not been confronted by a ‘sane’ woman in such a manner; it has only been the insane for as far as I care.

In the deepest of understanding, there has not been any substantial reason why a woman should attack her alleged ‘threat’. You just need to settle your shit between you and your boyfriend.

Attacking your rival only reveals the insecurity surrounding you in your relationship. Hey mama! real and sane ladies once faced with such situations sit their partners and express their grievances.

It should never cross over to the lady rival otherwise it just shows how less a woman you are.

If you always attack your women rivals, it means that you are either gluing yourself to this man or you do not feel good enough for him. There are esteem issues here.

Here are some of the areas you need to check

If your man really loves you, he is willing to listen to you, that in an event that he accepts there is problem, he will apologise.

Men get disgusted with women who have low self-esteem. When you take it to the other level, you make the man seem like he cannot do his roles, basically you make him feel incapable.

If he loves you so much, you don’t need to care about the other women; if they are being the problem then trust for the love you have he can handle everything.

Real women do not stalk their boyfriend’s phones to dig for what they can’t bury again, real women trust their partners whatsoever the fears are and real women do not express how insecure they are.

Trust your man to solve everything.

Views expressed here are not only because am involved in this, as a matter of fact, am trying to help someone handle her relationship.

Your Love is my new song

love

 

I feel like composing a song for you

I feel like crafting a poem for you

I feel like creating a page for you

Just to tell the whole world that I love you

 

My fantasies will no longer dwell on the unknown

Because my heart has now found its lost treasure

A pearl it has searched for since it was created

I feel like telling the whole world that I love you

 

Your love woke me up from a dream

A dream that had gone on for eternity

Your love snatched me from my illusions

I feel like telling the whole world that I love you

 

It is no longer a fantasy to love you

It is not even a feeling anymore

It has now become an open secret

Am telling the whole world that I love you

 

You have set my heart to dance

Dancing for the love of my life

You have made my lips a chatter box

Just to let the whole world know I love you

 

I will now rise every morning

With love in my heart

With total satisfaction in my soul

Because I know someone cares

And hence am telling the world am in Love

 

I love you, I love you, I love you

This is my new song

This is my new Poem

And it is the name to my new page

 

 

That Woman, My Saint

Mother’s love

I miss those days

When a woman cuddled me close to her heart

When that same woman tied me on her back

When she covered me in the embrace of her chest

When she sang me the sweetest lullaby ever

When she stayed awake for me to sleep peacefully

I miss those days

When I  abruptly woke up and she was there to pamper me back to sleep.

When I dropped a tear and behold her hand immediately wiped it away

When I craved something and it was there right before me

When I called out and a voice readily came to my help

When a tap on the back was the in thing for me

I miss those days

When the heavens opened thus the rains

When they poured and I danced in them

When hailstones fell and I ate them as ice

When that woman spanked me for doing this

Yet when thunder roared and I went hiding within her skirts

I miss those days

When my only name was beautiful

When only my family had the prettiest daughters

 When the woman’s only pride lay in the beauty of her children

When living home was like walking in a park of roses

I miss those days when that woman was my Mother.