Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Who Stole Our Culture? Technology Did


Who stole part of our culture? Technology did. I was barely seven-years-old when I owned my first car and nine-years-old when I got my second. The first was a Datsun with a chrome finish along with big fat 4x4 tyres. It was custom built for me and throughout production at the factory, I was there – supervising, advising, changing the design every now and again to the annoyance of Production Manager. Nevertheless, he bit his lower lip and made the changes that I demanded accordingly. When production work started on the second car, he was less than amused for this time I went overboard with the specifications.

My Datsun Looked Like This - Except Better

The Datsun wasn’t built in a Japanese factory, but in the garage of Dad’s home. It was a wire car that had everything from a steering wheel to a sturdy chassis. It was not welded together but, held in place with rubber strips cut from the tube of a discarded car tyre.

That was how we played as kids back then when we had time. No, I tell a lie. While we did want to play, playing time was not a luxury as it is today. Playing back in the 70s was only done when parents had gone to work. The moment we heard the car drive through the gates at 6:00pm, it was it was every sibling for themselves. It was scatter time to bedrooms to pretend we had been engrossed in books.

But we didn’t spend all our time driving wire cars. We did other stuff too.

Dulu    

I’ve asked about, and nobody seems to know what dulu means – except, it’s a seed of sorts and it’s also a game of marbles. I really can’t remember the mechanics of the games, except that we used to dig a small hole in the ground which, if you got your marble into it, you earned points. With the fingers of say your right hand arched to provide stability in the same style used when playing pool, the marble was placed between the tip of the middle finger of the right hand and the index finger of the left hand. Using the index finger to pull the middle finger as far back as possible, the marble was launched to hit other marbles out of the way.

A Game Of Dulu


Kwepena 

The best I can elucidate kwepena, is that there are two girls at either end of a 5-meter strip. With one girl in the middle of the strip, the two girls would throw a ball – often made out of banana fibre to try and hit her. In between trying to avoid being hit, the girl in the middle would have to pile stones on to each other to win the game.

Kwepena
Omweso  

I stand to be corrected on this, but omweso is not a Luganda word as most people think but, is derived from the Swahili word – michezo which, means the ‘game’. Omweso requires a board of 32 pits, arranged with eight pits lengthwise towards the players, and four pits deep. Each player's territory is the 16 pits on their side of the board. The normal way to win the game is to be the last player to be able to make a legal move, possible by capturing all an opponent's stones or reducing the opponent to no more than one seed in each pit.
Omweso
The catapult

Kids today own catapults, would have most likely have bought them from the supermarket – and a Chinese version at that. Aside the joy of owning one, the real ‘meat’ of a catapult, was foraging deep into the kyalo thickets with Shamba Man and looking for that perfect ‘Y’ branch, leather pouch and cutting the rubber straps from the tube of a car tyre.
   
A Palestine Boy with A Catapult in Gaza 
Those are some of the games that defined our cultural heritage and which, we have since lost out to technology. Today’s generation of children will never know what is like to play a real game as we did growing up in the 70s because today, games are defined as PlayStation, Candy Crush Saga, Temple Run, Grand Theft Auto and Fruit Ninja for example and all played on our smart phones. So, tell me - where is the excitement, the quest, the euphoria in playing games on a Samsung, Techno or Apple smart phone?  

Playstation 4



Pictures: Amazon, The Guardian, Edge Ug, Alamy

Monday, June 11, 2018

Cost Cutting On Sugar, Paper Napkins, Liquid Soap...

Cutting corners is best surmised as: To do something in the easiest or least expensive way. For example, ‘cutting corners in production led to a definite loss in production quality’ or if Accountant cut corners, Auditor is sure to find out.

Back in the 70s when Idi Amin was still at the helm of this once great country of ours, there was an economic crisis. Fuel was scarce while most supermarket shelves were devoid of the most basic and essential commodities like sugar, soap, salt and cooking oil. 

Cooking Oil - A Scarce Commodity During The Amin Era

This of course, necessitated the need for people to cut corners – to stretch out everything from fuel to sugar. If memory serves me correct, Mum came up with a most ingenious way to save sugar. Rather than letting my siblings and I rip with the sugar bowl at the breakfast table, the sugar was pre-mixed into the teapot whilst still in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, when Visitor turned up and tea was served, the sugar container was never filled to the brim as used to happen when times were good. Rather whilst still in the kitchen, House Help would measure out four teaspoons of sugar into the bowl. This of course limited Visitor to a maximum of two cups of tea.

However, I did find out later on that there was another and more pertinent purpose as to why Mum pulled that stunt. You see, she couldn’t work out why the sugar bowl always went back empty to the kitchen – yet, it was full to the brim when it went out and Visitor only had one cup of tea. There is a need to tell you that when no one was looking, Visitor would empty the sugar bowl into the plastic bag they had come with and go off home with it.

Sugar - Visitors Pilfered It 

That ought to give you an impression of just how severe the economic crisis of the 70s was – that when people went to visit, it was not in the actual sense of the word but essentially, to ‘pilfer’.

While today the supermarket shelves are fully stocked, cutting corners still remains that essential part of the Ugandan way of life. Let’s take a look at some of them.

Paper Napkins

In the factory, to produce a quality serviette, the makers fold each sheet into half, then into quarters in that each napkin is made up of 4 quarters. They figured four quarters are sufficient for one to wipe their hands and mouth after eating. However, the average owner of a restaurant in Uganda does not think so. They see it as wastage and came to the realisation that out of each factory packed serviette, they could re-cut each quarter and get four other serviettes – four other flimsy serviettes that hardly do the job that the makers had intended.
Napkins - They Stretch Further

Bar and Liquid Soap

The makers of bar soap came up with the novel idea of putting six dividers in each bar of soap in that when cut each bar, you would get six sizeable tablets that can do the job required of them. But as you have already guessed, somebody out there had a Eureka(!) moment. After cutting each bar into six tablets, they cut them again and again and again and managed to eek out close to ten miniature tablets. Meanwhile in just about every restaurant, what does Restaurant Owner do as soon as they buy a container of liquid soap? They set about to dilute it with water so it stretches for months.

Liquid Soap - Always Gets Diluted

Diluted Milk

Everybody is at it. Farmer dilutes the milk before he sells it off to Local Village Wholesaler. Local Village Wholesaler dilutes it further before fobbing it to Shop Keeper. Shop Keeper takes it further before flogging it to Restaurant Owner while Restaurant Owner tells Waitress to dilute it even further before serving you the most diluted milk to go with your tea.   

Tea Bags

When the people at Mukwano Industries make tea bags, the fill each bag with enough tea leaves to brew one cup of tea. But to in a cost cutting effort, tea bags are often recycled - not just once, but twice and often four times.

Tea Bags - One Tea Bag Gets Used Multiple Times 


Tin Of Beans

Bean Seller at Namawojolo never has a tin with straight sides or bottom. The sides of the tin are always battered inwards to cut corners – in that he doesn’t actually sell you a full tin.        
     
Its Never A Full Tin Of Beans

Disposable Glasses

The concept that the makers of disposable glasses had in mind it that once used, they get thrown away. Except in some places, the disposables are washed and stacked up on the shelf to be used the following day.



Pictures: ecco ver, Ikea.com, Standard Media

Saturday, June 2, 2018

Its Martyrs Day Pork And Beer Fest Today!


This is how this column works. I flip the laptop open and start typing my latest escapade or ridicule a politician or the system. Then once in a blue moon, I get an e-mail from the unflappable Penlope at Sunday Vision asking me to tailor it to a specific event – in this case Martyrs Day. It was an out of the blue request because she ‘trashes’ everything that I write that has to do with religion as unchristian. But what the heck, I forgive her.

Namugongo Shrine

You may find this incredibly hard to believe, but until Penlope’s request came through, I didn’t know much about Martyrs Day save for that if it fell on a weekday, it would be a public holiday. So, it is a public holiday today – except, it’s a Sunday, and the public holiday feel has been wasted.


Beer and Pork Are A Martyrs Day Must
I used to think Martyrs Day was a kivulu or kiggunda of sorts. I thought that because on the news bulletins, all they show is people eating pork ribs, drinking beer and making merry. After all, why would Silk Events which, is known for concerts and the KCCA Carnival always be in the mix - providing audio/visual equipment for people to watch whatever was going on.      

Elvis Sekyanzi's Silk Events Is Always In The Namugongo Mix

Slithering off topic for a paragraph or two, Ivan Muziki, is soft spoken. He doesn’t look religious at all – not that I half expected him to spend his free time idling at the Shell Jinja Road roundabout babbling to motorists stuck in traffic about how the end is nigh. Somewhere down the road, I discovered that he takes religion seriously and is a mulokole - which of course, put us on a collision course because my interpretation of religion differs from his. Asking him about Martyrs Day drew a blank along the lines of: “I don’t have time for your questions!” I also forgive him.

Getting back, over the past few weeks, people and for reasons known to themselves, packed luggage and started walking – not tell a lie, trekking from wherever they live, to the suburb of Namugongo. I had to say trekking because there is a reason. Whenever I heard of people walking to Namugongo, I always presumed they were the people who lived in the neighbourhood. I mean why drive there when you can walk – it makes sense doesn’t it?

The Trek To Namugongo

But pause up. What is Martyrs Day all about? There is no need to educate the Catholics I guess, but for those of other faiths, back in 1884 when Kabaka Mwanga II succeeded to the throne, he was concerned at the growing influence of Christianity and the rise of a new class of officials, distinct from the traditional territorial chiefs, who were educated, had a religious orientation, and wished to reform Ganda society. To solve the ‘problem’, he rounded up 23 Anglican and 22 Catholic converts to Christianity in  and had them barbecued somewhere between 31st January 1885 and 27th January 1887. “Nasty just” as the youth of today would say.

Kabaka Mwanga II
But there is something I don’t get. Is celebrating Martyrs Day not a sick and morbid thought? Why would people – Ivan and Christians at that, trek from all corners of Uganda to Namugongo for a pork and beer fest to celebrate people who were barbecued to death? I could be wrong on this, because to the best of my knowledge, Jews don’t trek to Auschwitz in Poland to celebrate the lives of the 1.3m million who perished there, nor do people find their way down to Kanungu in Rukungiri District to celebrate the 158 who met their fate in an inferno.

What people might instead want to do today, is to head to Namugongo to solemnly remember and pay homage to those who died and give the whole kivulu thing a break.       


Pictures: Daily Monitor, The Investigator, New Vision  

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Women Who Deserve To Go To Hell


I have always had my issues with religion. Of course, you might think some of them are inconsequential and some are like these three -  1. Why is a church pew always that much harder and aggressively brutal on the bottom compared to your average wooden office chair or the bench in the kafunda? 2. Is it possible to have a church service where you don’t have to keep on standing up and sitting back down every ten minutes? 3. Is there a chance that the church authorities might consider introducing a tea or coffee break on services that go past one-and-a-half hours?

Those are my trivial apprehensions. My graver fears, are centred round the preaching’s of Muslim and Christian Cleric in primary schools.   



While those of the Muslim faith are some ten days or so into the holy month of Ramadhan, I was particularly perturbed to come across a report that made for the most distressing reading. The Office for Standards in Education, Children’s Services and Skills (Ofsted), is a UK government and is responsible for inspecting educational institutions, childcare, adoption and fostering agencies and regulates a range of children’s social care services.

So, the peeps from Ofsted decide to go and do what they do best – inspecting schools that is, and what they found in Muslim primary schools is very disturbing. Among the library books they found, one reads: ‘It's okay to beat your wife if she refuses sex’. Another library had a book that stimulated children to read a text that contrasted the ‘noble women of the East’ with the ‘internally torn woman of the West’ while one unabashedly, had a paragraph that reads: ‘Hell is mostly full of women because they are ungrateful to their husbands’. 
 
Egyptian Cleric - Mansoor Abdul Hakim
I had never heard of the Egyptian cleric, Mansoor Abdul Hakim – probably because I am not Muslim and I don’t follow Muslim clerics. Anyway, in his warped ‘wisdom’, Mansoor Abdul Hakim wrote a book titled - Women Who Deserve To Go To Hell which, I expect you to have already surmised is one of the books found in the school library! In his book Mansoor says: “It is wrong for wives to show ‘ingratitude to their husbands’ or have ‘tall ambitions’. One chapter of the book reads: “In the beginning of the 20th century, a movement for the freedom of women was launched with the basic objective of driving women towards aberrant ways.” Another chapter reads: “…Women who deserve to go to hell include disobedient wives, those who cut their hair, alter their attire, adorn themselves with makeup and women who grumble...” 



Other books found in school libraries said that in Muslim marriages “…the wife is not allowed to refuse sex to her husband…’ or ‘…leave the house where she lives without his permission…’ Other books centred on teaching boys and girls that ‘man by way of correction, he can also beat his wife’ while another book claimed ‘western women attract men and hang around aimlessly in cinemas and caf├ęs’.

In one school, in a book titled Daily Life and Relationships, a pupil had written that men are ‘physically stronger’ and women are ‘emotionally weaker’. And wait for it, the worksheet was covered in approving red ticks from the teacher. Jeez!



Back to Mansoor Abdul Hakim. I trawled the internet looking for reviews on his book and found none. Did Book Reviewer find it not worth reviewing? While I wholeheartedly subscribe to the realms of free speech, there is literature that is most inappropriate and disturbing for primary school children to be reading, let alone it being derogatory to women with baseless comments like its wrong for them to have ‘tall ambitions!’      
Perhaps you now all understand why I have questions with religion….? 


Pictures: Mansoor Abdul Hakim, Internet



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
        


Who Stole Our Culture? Technology Did

Who stole part of our culture? Technology did. I was barely seven-years-old when I owned my first car and nine-years-old when I got my se...