SNAKE IN A POT

In the last week I was so preoccupied with the sudden passing of one of my closest friends that I could not care less what else went on in this world.    While I grieved my friend, I caught bits of a debate about a girl/woman being a   musika – I use the word   musika and not heir deliberately, but for purposes of non-luganda speakers let’s assume the two words are interchangeable.     Now that my friend has been put to rest, I am ready to wade in, both feet.     During last week, it came to be publicly known that one of the prominent sons of this country and great Kingdom of Buganda clearly stated in his last will that his  musika will be one of his daughters.  This was breaking with the culture of Baganda to which cultural grouping the late Apollo Nsibambi belongs.   I am told that as soon as it was announced, those charged with the responsibility to safeguard the customs and traditions in the  Fumbe clan...

This eulogy is dedicated to one of my closest friends George Francis Walusimbi Mpanga who passed away suddenly on 5 th June 2019  It has been hard writing these lines because I couldn’t find the exact words.  For the first three to four hours after I received the news, I locked myself away in my hotel room and I grieved – it was easier that way than face the reality on social media. Later, I composed myself and I thought I should write some kind of eulogy especially that I would not be able to escort my friend to his final resting place.   I first met George Walusimbi Mpanga in 1991 in Kyankwanzi.  We were part of the group that attended the political education course that was hastily organized for all high school leavers that were due to join Makerere University. When I met him, we immediately connected because of his jolly and humorous way of putting things.  I liked the fact that he spoke with a deep and authoritative ye...