Saturday, May 12, 2018

Why Can't Ugandans Simply Resign Or Just Go Quietly?

Many years past, out of the blue I was subpoenaed to see Human Resource. My heart didn’t skip a beat and I took it in my stride seeing it was December and every December, Human Resource would summon me to ask my thoughts on the staff Christmas party.

Except on this occasion, she hadn’t asked me to her office for Christmas party thoughts. Instead she proffered me with two options – resign or be fired. After minutes of deep shock thought, the prudent option was to resign. I wrote out my resignation letter – something along the lines of “…wanting to spend time with my family…” and I was out and facing a most uncertain future.

British Home Secretary Amber Rudd, Recently Wrote To Prime Minister Theresa May And Resigned

With hindsight, I shouldn’t have resigned and I shouldn't have gone quietly because, resigning and going quietly is so NOT a Ugandan thing and let’s reason the arguments out. Justine Bagyenda, former Executive Director – Supervision at Bank of Uganda, was asked to resign or face the sack. Like my encounter with Human Resource – except I don’t think she was summoned by Human Resource, but by Governor Emmanuel Mutebile, with two options laid bare to her.

Justine Bagyenda, Eventually Left BoU After A Lengthy Episode Of Huffing And Puffing

She didn’t resign so she got sacked but, she didn’t go quietly. She went to court, State House and the ‘court of public opinion’ - Facebook and Twitter. However, one thing she didn’t take into account is that, Bank of Uganda is bigger than her. Eventually and with extreme busungu, she packed her box and left.

Before Bagyenda, there was Geraldine Ssali – former Deputy Managing Director at NSSF who, was similarly presented the option of resigning or facing the inevitable. She chose to face the inevitable – being terminated. Before the termination was effected, like Bagyenda, she sought the interference of State House and the court of public opinion. In the end she grasped that NSSF was much bigger than her and left – with busungu.

Geraldine Ssali's Crocodile Tears To State House Fell On Deaf Ears That She Left NSSF With Busungu 

Herbert Kabafunzaki, is Minister of State. Last year, he was snared soliciting a bribe of sh15m from Investor. With audio and picture evidence, the judicious thing for him to have done, would have been writing to Appointing Authority – President M7 that is, along the lines of: “Sir, I have failed you. I was consumed by greed. I needed sh15m urgently and was unable to wait until payday. With the embarrassment I have caused your government, its only judicious that I resign as Minister of State.”
Of course, that didn’t happen nor is it bound to happen because like it has already been stated, resigning is not a Ugandan thing.

The Honourable Move Kabafunzaki Could Have Pulled, Would Have Been To Resign

Ibrahim Abiriga, is Arua Municipality MP and of course you all know what happened to him but in case you had forgotten, lets remind you. He was photographed doing susu on walls of Ministry of Finance. And he didn’t humble himself nor offer an apology. Rather, he was defiant and chose to validate his actions. Secondly, resigning as MP was also not an option – presumably because in his Aura Municipality, it might be ‘the norm’ to pee on public walls.

Robert Mugabe used to be Head of State. But when ‘time to resign’ for the greater good of Zimbabwe came, he didn’t. With his busungu, he held steadfast and waited until the army sacked him. And before him, there was Muhammar Gadaffi who also didn’t resign - preferring instead a grisly death in the sewers.  

Meanwhile, veteran New Vision columnist, Joachim Buwembo couldn't  have put it better while commenting on the woes of embattled Minister for Lands, Betty Amongi, who is accused of trying to steal Asians' property in  Kololo and abuse of the Land Fund money.
  
Jo Buwembo's Take On Betty Amongi's Land Grabbing Scandal

By the way, have any of you heard of Dr. Peter Okello? I first heard of him this Friday gone and it turns out he is the acting academic registrar at Kyambogo University. Wait, I tell a lie. He used to be, but is no longer in the position and was supposed to have handed over office to his replacement - the new academic registrar, Dr Annie Begumisa who was appointed last month. I could carry on with the tale, but I guess you already know the rest of the script and what stunt Okello has pulled, so can I leave it at that? Cool.
How New Vision Reported Dr Peter Okello's Refusal To Go

Surprisingly enough though, there are a few good men who do have the conscious not only to resign, but to go quietly like current minister of Justice and Constitutional Affairs, Kahinda Otafiire who years ago, did resign after pulling his pistol on Sam Kutesa’s wife following a row. More recently, Ethiopian Prime Minister, Hailemariam Desalegn, resigned following protracted anti-government protests while Kale Kayihura, appeared relieved that his 'ordeal' as IGP was finally over when The Man With The Hat relieved him of his duties. And no, he didn't throw his guns about, but left quietly to go and play tennis at Lugogo Tennis Club.

Ethiopian Prime Minister, Hailemariam Desalegn, Resigned Rather Than Opt For The Gadaffi Sewer Way Out


Pictures: googbob.com, eagle.co.ug, New Vision, Jo Buwembo

Saturday, May 5, 2018

Two Years After The 2016 Elections And Badru Kiggundu Still Has His Woes

After years of serving the country as a politician, CEO or merely winning accolades as a sporting icon, academician, artiste or whatever, many go off into retirement, lounge back and start writing their memoirs. If not, they hit the lucrative lecture circuit.

Rather Than Write His Memoirs, Obote Spent His Retirement Writing Angry Letters On State House Entebbe Stationary That He Had Fled With Into Exile  

Here in Uganda, when former president Milton Obote ‘retired’ in 1985, his life pretty much went into limbo. He didn’t write his memoirs nor did he hit the lecture circuit. Rather, and if I recall an article written back in the day by Andrew Mwenda – I think it was, he said something along the lines of: “He (Obote) seems to spend the best part of his day writing angry letters on State House Entebbe stationary…” Can we have a moment for a sidebar? Of all things Obote could have fled with into retirement, were a stash of State House Entebbe stationary and not his dairy where he documented his reign? Hmm.

Casting back, there are a number of people who sadly, are no longer with us and whose memoirs would have made for good reading. Thomas Katto who was famed for Sanyu FM and International Credit Bank is one of them as is Suleman Kiggundu, (Governor, Bank of Uganda and Greenland Bank), Paulo Mwanga (Military Commission), Idi Amin (President), John Aki-Bua (Athlete), Philly Lutaaya (Musician) and Yusuf Lule (President) to name but a few.          

The Memoirs Of Former Bank of Uganda Governor,Suleman Kiggundu Would Have Been A Good Read 

In the US, many who have held high office or won honours have scribbled their memoirs. Take Barack Obama for example - fifteen months after leaving the Oval Office, he has shed the constraints of the White House and made a start on a lucrative career. Upon his retirement, he set a record for US presidential memoirs by signing book deals reportedly worth over US$60 million with Penguin Random House.

Obama is paid up to US$400,000 for a speech. Since May 2017, he has made paid appearances at events in Italy, Germany, Scotland, Canada, Indonesia and South Korea. He also gave three speeches on Wall Street, spoke at a conference for the private equity firm Carlyle Group in September; and at investment bank Cantor Fitzgerald’s health care conference in October.

Barack Obama Bagged US$ 60m For His Memoirs 

Enter Badru Kiggundu, former head of The Electoral Commission. Ever since he stepped down from the post, little has been heard from him. If we were to engage in some speculation, perhaps he has been ensconced in his home study and working on his memoirs that might be titled: ‘Kiggundu – My Journey To The 2016 Election Victory’. If such a manuscript is in the making, then no doubt, it would be a much sought-after read or would it?

But wait up. Is an in-retirement Badru Kiggundu, as popular as an in-retirement Barack Obama? If Obama went to Sidwell Friends School where his daughter Sasha is studying and during the PTA, he was called upon to take charge of the elections of the schools’ new office bearers, would they be hullabaloo from parents? We highly doubt.

Two Years After the 2016 Elections And Society Has Not Forgiven Badru Kiggundu

Kiggundu was never popular with the electorate during his tenure at the EC. And recently when he went to Gayaza High School, there was an outcry from parents who rejected the motion that he oversee the election process of the schools’ new office bearers. Ouch!


Pictures: Blackpat.org, The Observer, Daily Monitor

Saturday, April 28, 2018

Pimping The Ride Or Malidadi - Just?

There is, an American rapper out there called Alvin Nathaniel Joiner. That’s his birth name. His rap name is Xzibit. I guess he had a stout reason to change his name because going on stage as Alvin Nathaniel Joiner, would certainly not fill concert halls nor give him the hardcore and dope rapper street cred.

MTV Pimp My Ride Host, Xzibit

Xzibit used to host a show on MTV called ‘Pimp My Ride’ which essentially, was about – err, pimping rides (duh!). For the benefit of those who are of advanced age, having your car or ride pimped is done byadorning them with accessories like chain steering wheels, fuzzy pom pom fringe, fuzzy dice, spinners, specialized suspension, superfluous neon lighting, mud flaps sporting silhouettes of nude women, or mirrored disco balls’.

By the way, if there was a Ugandan version of ‘Pimp My Ride’ on Bukedde TV, would they call it 'Okunyiriza Emotoka', or simply Malidadi?

Back in the 70s if I recall, Dads car was pimped and no, it didn’t have chain steering wheels, fuzzy pom pom fringe, fuzzy dice, spinners, specialized suspension, superfluous neon lighting, mud flaps sporting silhouettes of nude women, or mirrored disco balls. In that era, they pimped cars with a dog that kept on nodding its head and which, sat between the speakers on the rear board of the car or on the dashboard. Looking back, for the life of me, I can’t fathom why men in that epoch pimped their rides with a nodding dog.

Then the dog vanished and in the late 90s, the malidadi that everybody wanted were the fur dice that knocked about off the rear-view mirror or the thick fur rug that was more like a bathroom rug and which ran the entire length of the dashboard. So not cool! My friend Julian Mugisha, once turned up at New Vision in a car that had a rug. Obviously, I was so aghast. 

The Dashboard Rug Was Once The Malidadi To Have

Kisseka Market in downtown Kampala, is the Mecca for car spare parts including Malidadi Mechanic who can pimp your ride. My maiden sortie into the market to replace the wing mirror on the Honda ended up with Malidadi Mechanic ambling up and giving me some spiel on how he could make the Honda stand out with tinted windows.

I should have said no, but I told him to go ahead. With the scorching Kampala sunshine, the tint was effective. Not only did the car look malidadi it looked funky - like a ride straight out of a Snoop Dogg video and kept prying eyes out. All was good until it was time to drive home after a late night at work. But the tint was so heavy, I couldn’t see out of the windows – not even the lights of the cars coming down a side street which, necessitated my driving home with the windows down and in a heavy downpour. The next day, I called Mechanic and had it removed.

The next malidadi trend to hit were the lights under the car and on the exhaust pipe, that every time you hit the brakes, the pipe and undercarriage would light up like a Christmas tree. And before you ask, no the Honda didn’t light up like a Christmas tree whenever I hit the brakes.

Malidadi Lights In The Wheels, Grill, Exaughst Pipe and Under Carriage 

Other malidadi fixtures that chaps added included, a compact disc dangling from the rear-view mirror, a tennis ball on the ariel, bling spinning rims and not forgetting the tiger seat covers which was a must for every Bleached Kikuubo Woman Trader to have for her short chassis Pajero.

Tiger Seat Covers Were A Must Have For Kikuubo Woman Trader

The bling that’s in demand today, are the flashing blue and red lights fitted to the front grill which for some morbid reason, so delights the living daylights out of the mpenkoni driving men from Mbarara, Rushere, Bushenyi, Kabale and beyond - including the Congolese and Sudanese. Hmm! 

Flashing Grill Lights Delight The Daylights Out Of Men From Mbarara, Rushere, Bushenyi and Kabale  


Pictures: MTV, Internet
        


Saturday, April 21, 2018

Would A Spin Doctor Have Saved Minister Kibuule?


The Spin Doctor. A Spin Doctor or Public Relations Officer is, “a person who tries to forestall negative publicity by publicising a favourable interpretation of the words or actions of a company, political party or a famous person.” That’s what Google says. What Google doesn’t add in the description, is that Spin Doctor’s greatest asset is the ability to lie – regardless that the truth is known to all.
 
Mohammed Saeed al-Sahar: Even When The End Was Nigh, He Never Gave Up Spinning

Do you remember Mohammed Saeed al-Sahar, otherwise known as Comical Ali, the Iraqi Information Minister during the 2003 Gulf War? Whilst the coalition forces were shown on Sky TV, CNN, BBC News and Al Jazeera knocking on the gates into Baghdad, a defiant al-Sahar was spinning the news at a press conferences proclaiming: “They're not even within 100 miles of Baghdad. They are not in any place. They hold no place in Iraq.” He blatantly lied, and he lied right up until the end of the war.
 
Don Wanyama, The Spin Master At State House

Don Wanyama is a Spin Doctor at State House, just as Simon Kaheru is at Coca Cola and Sandor Walusimbi at Umeme and I guess, they tell ‘all the lies’ possible to protect the people they spin for.
 
Simon Kaheru, Coca Cola Media Guru

Ronald Kibuule is a minister – Water State Minster to be precise. Apart from his ministerial obligations, Kibuule is also gaff prone. Let’s just recap on some of his gaffs. In 2016, he beat up Security Guard attached to Stanbic bank in Mukono. Last May, he flew in a police chopper to go and visit and wait for it, wait for it – Father-In-Law in Ntungamo while last October, he sneaked his pistol into the chambers of parliament – something that is strictly forbidden. And a few weeks ago, he took himself to Gomba – Kyabadaza, to commission a sh13.5b water and sanitation supply system, except when he turned on the taps, not a drop of water flowed out of them except a ‘steady progress’ of hot air so jibed Media Analyst. 

If Kibuule had a Spin Doctor, that person would have been on site before he (Kibuule) arrived and checked over and over again to make sure that water actually does flow out of the taps. Spin Doctor also wouldn’t have allowed him to take to Twitter to defend himself when New Vision broke the story. But with every tweet that Kibuule posted in his defence, the cesspool he excavated for himself got bigger and bigger that by the time he grasped the crux of his self-inflicted damage, Hardcore Twitter Hawks had ridiculed him, the cesspit had sprung a leak that he was floating for survival in the gunk of Nakivubo Channel.

 
Minister Ronald Kibuule: If Only The Taps Had The Water He's Swimming In

Back in the days of yore when breathalysers were introduced, Police called us in the media along with then State Minister of Transportation whose name I can’t recall, to show us how it works.

Done with showing us its working dynamics, State Minister was called to do the inauguration by blowing into it – something he enthusiastically flew at. What State Minster had disregarded and so had Spin Doctor assuming that he had one, was that the previous night he (State Minister) had had a late night – at a cocktail and had quaffed more than a good number of beers and Johnny Walkers.

Is there any need to tell you what happened next? He was well over the limit that to save State Minister, embarrassed Policeman declared the machine ‘faulty’. Spin Doctor should have been on hand to counsel State Minister not to blow - knowing that his boss would still be over the limit after the previous night’s binge.

Kibuule, Politicians or CEO who are faux pas prone, might just want to contact Cynthia Mpanga, head of Public Relations Association of Uganda who I am sure would be only too happy to endorse a good Spin Doctor or PR Manager for them. 

Cynthia Mpanga, Head Honcho At PRAU

   
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Pictures: Matooke Republic, Observer   


Saturday, April 14, 2018

Is Time Management The Scourge Of Uganda

There is something about us that I don’t grasp – particularly when it derives to time keeping. It’s heartening that there are people out there who are resolute enough to take time seriously because they wear watches. But hold up. Many watch wearers, wear watches that stopped working years ago and when you ask why they wear a watch that doesn’t work, with a straight face they say “for just.”

Time Management Is Not A Uganda Thing
Years ago, when Air Uganda was still in the skies, we were off to Nairobi on a media trip. We all knew our departure time was 14:30hrs and passports would be required. Well, we all did except for Hapless UBC Damsel. At 13:30hrs while the rest of us were checking in, there was no sign of Hapless UBC Damsel which, prompted Air Uganda Official to call and find out where she was.

Hapless UBC Damsel was not on the outskirts of Entebbe, or just about to be dropped off. Rather, she was still in Kampala around Clock Tower. Luckily, the flight was delayed that she managed to make it to the airport before ‘wheels up’. Pause because there need to tell you what happened next.

For the two-day trip, she had packed an overweight suitcase and a rucksack which, were the least of her worries because she turned up without a passport. As she put it, “I assumed Air Uganda was going to do it for me.” Hmm!

Even Though People Were Given Time Keeping Tips, They Would Still Turn Up Late 

Slithering on, while in Johannesburg to cover the reality television show - Big Brother, Nigerian Girl was in her own time keeping element. As Kalungi Kabuye of New Vision will affirm, Sandie, the petite Indian girl who took charge of us whenever we were in South Africa covering DStv functions, is very systematic with her briefs - especially when it comes to time management.

However, in the five days we were in Jo’burg, Nigerian Girl was late for just about everything. Late for breakfast, late for lunch, last to return to the bus from shopping trips, late for excursions. The thing about her that irked, is that she felt she was doing nothing wrong for she quipped: “I don’t know why the Indian girl is stewing. Its normal for people to be late.”

This Easter just gone, all was not well at Skyz hotel, up on Naguru hill. Family Man decided to treat his family to Easter Sunday lunch and he did the noble thing of calling ahead and booking tables to accommodate them. All should have gone well had they turned up on the time they had designated they would turn up.

Nevertheless, they turned up an hour-and-a-half late and being a busy Easter Sunday, the hotel obviously couldn’t hold the reservation and gave the tables away. Family Man flipped, went into a rage and unleashed a tirade of abuse at Expat Food And Beverage Manager – everything from f**K you expletives, rants of racism, to threatening to have him fired and deported. The day was saved when a cool-headed Patrick Bitature stepped in and diffused the situation. 



Meanwhile across town at Speke Resort Munyonyo, brunch was served from 11:30am – 4:00pm. Middle Aged Man in his wisdom turned up at 5:45pm to find brunch done and dusted. Unlike Family Man at Skyz hotel, Middle Aged Man didn’t flip and make a nuisance of himself but resorted to posting his frustrations on social media – along the lines of: “I drive to Munyonyo only to be told brunch is done. Do they know I had to drive my family half way across town to get there to be told its over? They should get serious!”  

Had he been sombre about his time keeping, he and his family would have relished a nice brunch and washed down with champagne - at least I did because I was on time!


Pictures: Internet

Saturday, April 7, 2018

Its 'Perfectly Acceptable' To Dump Your Rubbish On Kampala's Streets

Greg is a friend I have known since 2007, when he came to Uganda from South Africa to take up the position of General Manager at Munyonyo Commonwealth Resort. As an expatriate, Greg perceptibly glided in with expatriate philosophies and top on his list, was that of cleanliness. Greg doesn’t like litter and abhors folk who litter. 

Greg Petzer In Forefront
When he strolled the grounds of the resort and came across litter – be it a crumpled-up bit of paper, sweet wrappers or cigarette butts, he would stop, pick them up and duly deposit them in the nearest dustbin.

Let’s pause a tad while I usher in Akhilesh, who I have known much longer than Greg and who is the amiable Deputy General Manager at Speke Resort Munyonyo. During the build-up to CHOGM in 2007, Akhilesh and I would retreat to the balconies of the apartments above the Viking Bar to rest our legs and have a breather.

From our vantage point that gave an almost panoramic view of the resort, we would look down and spy Greg doing his rounds which of course, included him picking up whatever litter he came across. As he walked past Viking bar, from our balcony, we would litter – drop crumpled paper and sure enough, Greg would stop, pick it up and put it in the bin. If there was no bin, it would go into his pocket to be off-loaded at a later stage.

On his way back from his rounds, yet again he would find more crumpled paper and without disinclination, would stop, pick it up and get rid of it. It took him weeks to realise that Akhilesh and I were playing games with him and I don’t think he found it amusing.

Akhilesh Malik
Uganda needs people like Greg. The way Ugandans see Uganda, is that of one huge dustbin where rubbish can be discarded anywhere and with not a care in the world. There is an old lady – employed by KCCA, who at 6:00am, is on the streets of Industrial Area between Mantrac and Gapco toiling away to rid the area of rubbish. It’s a backbreaking job she does daily in between inhaling dust and exhaust fumes from the line of tankers waiting to offload fuel and while she toils, most passing motorists never notice her.

That stretch of road becomes a litters nirvana especially in the early hours of the morning for those dropping off kids at school. It’s a mutedly lit street that affords the perfect cover for getting rid of rubbish without attracting attention.

It’s one thing tossing out the odd bit of chewing gum paper or cigarette butt from your car, but honestly, there are people who go beyond ‘reasonable littering’ – if at all reasonable littering is acceptable. Some go as far as hurling plastic bags of rubbish. Others empty out rubbish from a plastic bag but bizarrely enough, go to great lengths to retain the plastic bag – I presume for use the following day.

Meanwhile, area at the junctions of Nile Avenue and Coville Street, look like a bomb site most mornings because of a makeshift bar that props up during the night to cater for Prostitute, Client and Boda Man operating in the area. The makeshift bar comes with a bench and is stocked with cut price drinks.

The Morning After At The Junction of Coville Street and Nile Avenue
Okay, so KCCA have a huge green plastic bin positioned less than 50-yards from the ‘bar’ but, the use of the bin is not known to the patrons of the bar – probably because they know KCCA Road Sweeper will show up every morning to do the needful – that of sweeping up the empty plastic waragi bottles, Bond 7 tot packs and condom wrappers that they shamelessly left behind without thought for the rest of us who don’t litter, to wade through. 

I expect some people would have taken the title to this ramble - Its 'Perfectly Acceptable' To Dump Your Rubbish On Kampala's Streets literally. So for the record, it is NOT!  

Pictures:  Akhilesh Malik      

         

  

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Dr Annette Kezabu Wants Your Kids Taught Porn At School!

Have those who went to school and garnered a good education gone off the rails? Did they spend year after year, hour after hour in class swotting for their PhD's, that it messed them up to a point they lost track with reality?

There is a woman who is learned and through toiling has managed to get herself a Dr title - Dr Annette Kezabu that is, whom I have never met nor heard of until she landed the most unenviable(?) job in the land – that of chairperson of the Pornography Control Committee under the docket of the Ministry and Ethics and Integrity.

Dr Kezabu Wants Porn On Your Kids School Curriculum
The good doctor – and I presume after flipping through a number of porn magazines and videos had a mammoth Eureka(!) moment. Strike a pause because this is where I tell you to have a jerrycan of fuel. You will need it once you hear what she proposes.  

Here goes - and wait for it, wait for it, she wants PORN TO BE TAUGHT IN SCHOOLS! She said: “It will help students in primary and secondary schools to get a knowledge about pornography and talks are in progress with Ministry of Education to incorporate teaching porn in the school curriculum!”

Should I hold up while you head to the garage and reach for the jerrycan of standby fuel, douse yourself, walk down the middle lane of the Northern Bypass during rush hour shouting - “WTF!” then sparking yourself up into a human fireball before I continue?

As you recover from third-degree burns in the burns unit at Mulago hospital, what do you think of Kezabu's utterances? This is what I thought. 

1. She was misquoted. 

2. It’s an April Fool’s Day gag seeing today actually is April Fool’s Day. 

3. She was gripped by a moment of temporary insanity. 

Alas, its none of the above because Dr Kezabu is being for real.

Alongside Religious Education, Porn Will be Taught In Schools If Dr Kezabu Get Her Way  
How will porn as a subject be structured? Will children be taught everything from softcore porn right through to sickening hardcore porn that would even make the self-acclaimed no nonsense hard man, Kasirye Gwanga puke in disgust?

One thing I don’t fathom is Dr Kezabu and as far as I can recall, was hired by Ministry of Ethics and Integrity to clamp down on porn. That aside, a sh2bn porn detecting machine was supposed to have been acquired from Germany to help Dr effect her work – except she’s decided to go against the grain of her job mandate. 

Education is a must. My parents – Dad especially, was a stickler for education. There was no cutting corners and he gave my sisters and I a very virtuous education. He didn’t stop at us. There was Cousin and Distant Cousin whose fees he also catered for. However, I can’t envision Dad or Friends Dad – right from Peter Mulira to Henry Kajura to Gordon Wava sending Oscar, Bernard or Elvis to schools that had porn as part of its curriculum – let alone their daughters.   

You know, it’s always invigorating to see the girls from Gayaza, Namagunga or wherever, skipping out of the school gates in pristine white knee-high socks to waiting Parent who is assured that Daughter is ‘innocent’ to the evils of the world especially porn. But now that it’s on the curriculum, Daughter is bound seductively emerge in tiger pint leather boots, a tight black PVC jumpsuit and cracking a whip in a manner that would have Mother checking into Uganda Heart Institute.

Should Children Be Taught Porn?
What perturbs is Official from Ministry of Ethics, Ministry of Education, not even the respective ministers – Father Lokodo or Mrs Museveni have come out guns blazing to condemn Dr Kezabu, cast her to the dogs or called for her to to. 

With that eerie silence, are we to presume that a pronouncement has been made and that porn will feature on the school curriculum in the next academic year? Hmm! 


Pictures: Matooke Republic, NTV, covenanteyes.com

Why Can't Ugandans Simply Resign Or Just Go Quietly?

Many years past, out of the blue I was subpoenaed to see Human Resource. My heart didn’t skip a beat and I took it in my stride seeing it wa...