It's Our Duty as Parents to Teach Children about our Culture
Like most of my most treasured habits and traits, I attribute the love for my culture and language to my mother. Growing up with a single working parent, my mother- she always shipped me off to my grandmother’s home in the village at every opportunity. In the 1970s, Kireka where I lived with my mother, was not that much of a town but it was better than Kiwanga a mere 5km away along Jinja Road. The house in Kiwanga had no power, there was neither radio nor tv. We woke up every morning to go to till the gardens using a handheld hoe and used firewood to cook. This was certainly not the kind of life that would be cherished by a young man growing up. The food was cooked as is – straight from the garden, with no spice or oil and it had a bland taste, but we never went hungry. It was there in plenty and most importantly it was organic. Bread was only eaten during the Christian festivities of Christmas or Easter, not that we used to eat it...