There is something
about the Speaker of Parliament, the Right Honorable Rebecca Kadaga to shout out
loud about. Not only is she the first female speaker this country has had, she
is a Musoga at that - which, gives me bragging rights because I am a Musoga.
While I do know Ms Kadaga, I wish I could have gotten to know her in my own
right, as me – Timothy Bukumunhe. However, there is another Musoga who is more
eminent that I am, and whose name has far more clout and it’s through him, that
I met Ms Kadaga. PST Bukumunhe so they call him. But I can live with that – I think.
Ms Kadaga is
a jolly woman when you meet her socially and despite the high profile job she
holds, she seemingly has no airs or graces – unlike the Members of Parliament
she presides over during the course of her duties. The thing about our Members
of Parliament, is that they have this air of ‘entitlement’ simply because they
have the MP title after their names. They strut about town in oversized and
ill-fitting suits they bought clandestinely from Hawker in that dark restaurant
– Maddona (just across the road from Parliament), if not, from Hawker who
discreetly plies his trade between Amber House and Social Security House.
Our MPs don’t
derive their bravado or bragging rights from debating in the chamber or giving
interviews to reporters on the steps of Parliament after a session. Rather, it
comes from public functions because they love the attention they get from wanainchi when introduced as they sit in
the covered pavilion sipping on a cold Coke while, the rest us, swelter in the
scorching heat drinking oven temperature mineral water. But, it’s when it’s time
to eat that the real swagger of MP shines through.
The men
adjust their suits and ties then pretend to be busy in deep discussion with
Colleague when Usher turns up to guide them to the buffet table. They keep
Usher waiting for at least ten minutes until one of them looks up at her
‘annoyingly’ and says: “Can you wait, because I’m having a discussion with my honorable friend on matters of national importance.” Let me hmm and even roll
out a LOL!
At the buffet
table, MP has traits similar to that of Villager – when they see the amount of
food on offer, they feel Easter lunch, Idd lunch and Christmas lunch have been
packaged into one. They want to eat everything so they serve themselves
everything. In the process, they also hold up the que as they once again,
pretend to discuss matters of ‘national importance’ as they try to deflect the attention
of Server from their now overflowing plates of food.
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At this
point, many of you are probably thinking I’ve concocted this analysis, but I
haven’t hence the need to bring in Ms Kadaga as back up.
With the
Commonwealth Parliamentary Conference starting tomorrow – Monday 23rd
at Munyonyo Commonwealth Resort, she imparted some advice to her colleagues.
“When you load your plates, don’t overload, don’t mix dessert and meat,
pineapple and matooke and the soup.
While eating, even when hungry, don’t rush.”
She cited an
incident where one MP was choking that M7 told his then ADC, Lt Gen Wilson
Mbadi to go slap him on the back and when he did, meat flew out and landed near
visiting President Jakaya Kikwete.
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Despite
Kadaga’s advice, watch Bukedde’s Agataliko
Nfufu tomorrow to see if your MP embarrassed himself.
Pictures: elgondaily.co.ug, independent.co.ug, ugandajournalistsresourcecentre.com
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