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New Ankore prince after late John Barigye

2011-10-25T12:56:00.000+03:00

Charles Aryaija Rwebishengye has been installed as the heir to the late Ankore Prince, John Barigye.

Ankore Kingdom's late Prince Barigye and his wife at the Toro Kingdom fundraising at the Nile Hotel in Kampala

Rwebishengye has vowed to take on his father’s campaign and advocate for the restoration of Ankole Kingdom.

I thank all those who accorded my father a decent burial. Culturally, I was not allowed to attend the burial.I want to thank Banyankore for the vigour you have showed that you need the restoration of Ankore Kingdom. I assure you that I will continue with the same campaign to make sure the Kingdom of Ankore is restored, which is what my father would have loved to see. I ask for your advice, he said.

Ankore Kingdom's new young prince, Charles Rwebishengye installation

The function was held at Barigye’s Muhabura palace in Kariro parish, Rubindi sub-county in Mbarara district.It attracted many people from different clans mainly members of the Ankole Cultural Trust.

Aryaija sat on his father’s stool and put on his father’s sandals made of brown cow skin. He also wore his father’s coat and a cream Kanzu. Later Aryaija was given instruments of power including the spear to lead and protect his father’s family. He was also given a bark cloth and a milk pot.

The function of installing Aryaija was led by Razio Tumusiime, who according to Prof.Joshua Muvumba is responsible for leading such a function in Ankole.

Aryaija urged elders in the kingdom to always advise him. William Katatumba, prime minister for Ankore Cultural Trust, explained that, Aryaija was crowned as the heir and not a king. Aryaija is aged 20. He is a first year student at Uganda Christian University, Mukono pursuing a bachelor’s degree in Social Work and Social Administration.

Installation of Omugabe Ntare VI Rutashijuuka. November 21, 1993

His installation comes a day after the body of his father- Prince John Patrick Barigye was laid to rest at the kingdom royal tombs in Nkokonjeru Mbarara municipality.

Away from the madding crowd

2011-10-19T22:10:00.005+03:00

Away from the madding crowd, my thoughts are recollecting around one of my major interests. Being in a quiet room and writing, for hours. It has occurred to me lately, more than before, how important it is that I publish my family book. A book I haven't written. But it's all coming back to me -the people, history, the relationships, the places, the events and the words people have spoken.

I cannot put out of mind, one particular event, which might have aligned the stars; the passing on of my paternal grand mother, Janet Kakatooma. We called her by her pet name -Kaaka since we were born.

A few months ago, we laid her to her final resting place at my family farm in Kyenkwanzi in August.What a sad day! But yet again, what a glorious day! On that day, I saw the passing of the great race. Very few knew the story of the woman who lay in that ornate casket. The people in our neighborhood had known her for only the ten years that she had moved here. Even I didn't have much interaction with her during the adventures of her youth, but I learn about who she was from what I found.

Kaaka belonged in the generation of my grandfather, James Kanyorozi, which I have come to understand and label as "the great race".

I heard the Angels Sing to Kaaka’s coming

2011-08-15T13:08:00.000+03:00

Kaaka (RIP)

I heard the angels sing that night, when you passed on. They had not received one so faithful. Your passing caused joy in the heavens, as your birth did in our lives. Your life was our family fairy tale; I cannot mention all, but these are some of the things that you did! You taught us to be proud and unbending in honest failure, but humble and gentle in success; you taught us not to substitute words for action; not to seek the path of comfort, but to face the stress and spur of difficulty and challenge; to learn to stand up in the storm, but to have compassion on those who fall; to master ourselves before we seek to master others; to have a heart that is clean and a goal that is high; to learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; to reach into the future, yet never neglect the past; to be serious, yet never take ourselves too seriously; to be modest, so that we remember the simplicity of true greatness; the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength. You taught us, with your life, how to be men, and how to be gentlemen.

Nkore Games >Okutchumita Enziga

2011-05-15T16:27:00.003+03:00

I'm convinced that if we get all the traditions of the Bahima before they are forgotten, the next generations will stand to benefit a great lot. Now there was this game, which we used to play in the land when we were little. Our play time was always when we were out taking the cows or calves to
graze.

This spectacular game was called "Okutchumita Enziga". Enziga is basically a wheel, curved from young flexible branch-lets. This game was played with two items:- Enziga and Orubango/Embango (when prural). We specifically used a famous tree called Omukoma or Emikoma to make the circular-ring wheel because of its nice-straight flexible twig-lets.

One player threw the wheel at his full strength, so that it rolled very fast on a clear stretch of land.
If you can visualise a detached car tyre/wheel without rims, rolling at high speed, thats the same idea. So the thrower set it rolling...

The rest of the players, it could be one, two, three or any open number available, had to make a score by throwing (okurekyera) a spear-like stick called Orubango. This was a straight stick sharpened at both ends, to successfully go through the rolling wheel and pin it down. The player who pinned it down was considered the winner. It was like throwing a dart and hitting the bull's eye; chanting and excitement was always present when we went out to Kutchumita Enziga.... cant wait to do it again at the farm

My Homeland >Bwera bwa muntu

2011-04-06T20:45:00.006+03:00

I cannot brush off as irrelevant, nor accurately measure the impact the concept of cultural geography, the place one holds a long history and a deep cultural association with — has on the individual. These may sound metaphorical but they're more real than we know.

Recently, a cousin and friend -Charlotte, gave me a song 'Abanya Bwera' by a choir done at a wedding in Bwera, which reminded me of where my identity began. 'Bwera bwa muntu', thats the complete praise name as it was. They were singing about places and names which are still fresh in my mind - it went something like;

Kwokunaga ameisho obuseeri oreeba Rutungu, eine Nyabubaare, oreeba Wakigando eyegamiirwe Obusheeka...

It simply connotes my origins. We used to go to school in Rutungu as small children. There is a primary school there which had a pink and black uniform, where I went for my first day in school. My late uncle George Katongore's farm is still there, in Nyabubaare. My dad's farm (before moving to Kyenkwanzi) used to be not far from Nyabubaare, in a place called Rwendahi. We used to graze our cattle in the plains and bulls used to fight at the water fronts on the lake when we took them to water. Hippos used to emerge from the lake at night and move up northwards following warm winds coming from our cows -and come home to eat salt with cows. When you came out of the house on a full moon night and gazed into the kraals, you certainly saw the shinny backs of Hippos among cows. It was a spectacle. There is an impeccable story of how a Hippo charged at uncle George on one such night, and chased him into thickets, where he spent the rest of the night.

My relatives, in fact my grand and grand-grand fathers are buried in this place. It is ancestral!

The people who have settled this place are some of our closest friends and kindred.

I have gone there on two occasions in the past 2 years, for cousins' weddings. It was was like home-coming. A deep sense of mixed anxiety and foreboding came over me as we rode through the tall trees among which I was born. I wondered if they still knew me -for I used to climb them and shake their tops. We used to play a dangerous game with these trees. You would identify a young-ish tree, about 6-10 meters high and climb it. Then you'd ask a friend to cut it down while you were up in its top shoots, so that you enjoy the thrill of falling with a tree, while its soft shrubs lessened to impact on the ground. I bet those trees remembered me.

But now, much of this land has been settled by a whole different kind of people. I noticed they have cleared much of the plains to make the land comfortable for Fresian cattle which produce a lot of milk. The long horned Ankore cows are scanty in this land, nearing extinction. That is how Capitalism has taken its toll upon my people...

On Libyan Crisis

2011-03-23T14:38:00.000+03:00

Before foreign missiles rained in on Libya, I had a flicker of hope that something genuine might come out of the internal process, something resembling a democracy. I know that Gadaffi was not the most liberal of democrats, but when some foreign elements couldn't wait for the cooking pot, and chose to act in incredible haste, usurping the gains of the people, the true intentioins of the west were laid bare -imperialism again! Dont forget there is an axactly similar uprising & condition in Bahrain, but no war planes have been sent there...there isnt enough oil there so they turn a blind eye on that one.

This invasion throws the whole consensus out of balance. The entire revolution has lost its legitimacy. No one can accept the outcome of a foreign military intervention as the verdict of a revolution. The point of revolution is not the accrobatics of the war... its in the consummate gains of a people who have led the struggle & pulled themselves up with a clear sight of what to do better... a people with a clear mandate. Now who has the mandate of Libya? These are the acts by the west that punch holes in their own democracy and make one think that Russia & China were right.

Because of your impatience, you might have handed Gadaffi a reason to fight longer - defending his country against invading imperialists! I imagine he will win the support of many straight thinking heads of state.

Therefore, for all its diplomatic posturing, the UN has acted short sightedly on the Libyan crisis, and lost the war.

Party with friends

2011-03-14T15:55:00.000+03:00

Was at a party with friends recently, at the new building (Course View Tower) on 21 Yusuf Lule road, where Thomas (top, on phone) was opening SOHO Cafe & Grill, a posh new hang out and eating place.

I can't take hot stuff

2011-03-10T19:41:00.010+03:00

This is one of those habbits you don't know you have until it is something you get to do in a routine. I recently discovered that if you give me a cup of tea, or anything straigh off fire, it will be on the table for some time before i can touch it. I don't know when I developed this habbit, but when I started taking a cup of tea at my office every evening, it came to the surface. I leave the cup on there for a while, doing other things or chatting away, until when the cup is warm to the touch. I dont know if there is something about my oesophagus (the muscular tube that carries food from the throat to the stomach) but I just cant swallow the wet heat coming out of the cup, possibly causing scalds produced by the splash of hot liquid.

I like it luke warm, the same with other foods. So folks, dont blame me if I take the longest to finish my food, it is because I was waiting for it to cool a bit down. To me, hot is the devil's temperature;

More On Ankore Folklore - Okwiita Ebiito

2011-03-06T11:18:00.005+03:00

"Okwiita ebiito" is another Ankore tradition that we used to do a lot of, growing up, now in my twenties we dont do much of it anymore, except I was pleasantly surprised to see one of my facebook friends post in her status "Shaku-shanku, nakutera akatakweba?". This reminded me a lot of those childhood times. Whenever we met with other neighborhood children, if it was not to play outdoor games, it was sitting down and exchanging these folk-lore-ish games, which involved questioning each other spontaneously, to see if the rest knew what it meant. In fact, the questions and the answers to them were simply passed on from previous generations, I cant say I know exactly what they meant in details. Take an example of the above question from facebook; literally translated it could mean "I have slapped you a spell you will never forget". And the answer to that, or at least one of the answers to that was always - "N'akahoro k'oyerariize", literary meaning -it is

If you failed to answer right, the asking person would then ask for a cow to tell you the answer, by saying "Mp'ente yangye" -give me my cow; Of course this was just a game, not real cow was given -but if you asked the hardest ones and carried the day with the most 'cows', then you'd earn a reputation in the neighborhood and would be called upon whenever the game was on.

So there were many of such questions -hundreds, if not thousands or tens of thousands. I want to try and update myself and this page with those legendary questions or "Ebiito". Here are a few I remeber, and the likely answers; some of them have more than one answer

1. Nakuteera akatakweeba

N'akahoro k'oyerariize,

2. Nyabwengye n'obwengye bwe

N'ente kwinika amabeere, etaate mate,

3. Akeinika omukama (literary meaning what would make a king bend)

N'akabaare k'omunkeito

4. Kaayera Ns'eeri

N'akeika k'Abatabaazi

Kyenkwanzi Home Pictures

2011-02-14T12:58:00.001+03:00

Some pictures of the new house at home in Kitegwa, Kyenkwanzi district

Remembering Annette Katerere

2011-02-14T11:17:00.002+03:00

A poem for my late sister, Annette Katere Mugyenyi, who perished in a motor accident on Sunday 6th February 2011.

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you plann'd:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

From: The Prince's Progress and Other Poems, 1879

The Motorbike that killed Annette

2011-02-07T22:40:00.023+03:00

These pictures show the motorcycle that Annette was being carried on when the accident that took her life occurred on Queen's Way, on Sunday 6th Feb, 2011. The pictures were taken on 7th Feb, 2011.

My 27th Birthday with the fantastic 5

2011-01-26T13:59:00.006+03:00

So yesterday January 25, 2011 was the day I made 27 years. How do I know that I made 27? Well, get the year 1984 in which I was born and subtract that from the year 2011 which it is this year; thats how people get their age right? Okay, case settled. This day made me realise that I'm growing up -now mark my choice of words -the word is 'up', NOT 'older'; so make sure you see where I'm going with this.

I was taken out to a dinner courtesy of my old time friend Horace, together with my auntie Juliet and cousins Kandy and Steve. Horace called me in the evening around 7pm, while I was still at office, and told me the good news. I thought I had made it known that I didn't mind them giving me a break this time but of-course, we're talking about the fantastic bunch here, not so good with instructions..

But I was glad for the moment, and incredibly grateful for Horace's offer... I had a good time. I think between the order and the chit chat i gave my birthday speech, thanking everything and being uncut.

I was also being updated by texts, on the flood of birthday wishes from my Facebook friends showing up on my page. I have since been going through them and tendering in my thank yous. Facebook friends are such a supporting community! Check some of the notifications out in the picture... and that was at the beginning of the day...

The question I want to discuss, however is -what does it really mean that I'm now growing up? I didn't feel it at night, when the moment struck and numbers rolled; my intelligence quotient has not jumped into 6 figures this morning; so what does it exactly mean when one grows a year older? Moreover 27, thats the late twenties right?

Now lets not get simplistic and say it means nothing, that its just a state of the mind.

I think there are many things that I see differently since last year. Let me think more about the specifics, and the concept of age in general and then update this post when I get the right words... off now, have to leave office

But What Kind Of Woman

2011-01-11T18:13:00.002+03:00

One of the things that define who I am is that I take the responsibility of creating the kind of world that I want quite seriously. I am constantly engaged to bring the gap between my fantasies and my realities to a narrow straight. It is a painstakingly slow process.

What King of woman will I meet?

So, I have always wanted to do the same thing when it comes to women. It cannot be overlooked that when a man dreams about a bright future, he also dreams about a beautiful wife and children in the same picture. This feeling tends to pervade some men's worlds sometimes and they go overboard, throwing their priorities out of balance. No, that is overboard.

I have come to realise that it takes more than emotive response to our needs to bridge that gap, it takes sobriety. For one thing, women come in different variations -which tend to mean that you can ask this out, play with that one, date this one, or marry the other one. The ideal is to find one you can do all these things with, but the reality with men is that they tend to do one thing with each variation. One therefore has to analyse women variations in more details. Its worthwhile to take time to find a woman you can admire for her mere existence. This means that you have to be able to peel away at the layers of make-up, duplicity and postiche to reach the fine grain person who is real. True, I enjoy fiction, but only in movies and books. I would be completely tipped over to find it in a living person. For a man who wants to create true happiness in life, I cannot but wonder, what kind of woman? A friend once told me that asking what kind of woman a man wants is like asking what kind of wine goes with turkey. For now, i guess we can just stick with the biblical perspective, that "omukazi murungi omuhaabwa ruhanga", if you know what I mean.