Traditionally, Africans pass on an oral tradition, linking generations through the epochs of time - the past & the future. I started this blog in my first year at Makere University, as a feeble attempt book the discourse of my life & family, because it wasn't written anywhere, except folktales. This blog has stood the test of being ignored, change of blogging technology and questioning its very existence, but reading this stuff back to myself, I see why I'll keep it.
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Banyankole PRONUNCIATION: bahn-yahn-KOH-lay LOCATION: Ankole in southwestern Uganda POPULATION: Unknown LANGUAGE: Runyankole; English; KiSwa...
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My Mother's name was Nyakato Margaret. She was born in Kabura, in 1962 and she passed away in Kampala in February 2021. We buried her i...
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Despite modernity, many people in Africa today still desire a marriage which reflects on their heritage. The Bahima people of Ankore kingdom...
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I had almost forgotten the lines of these legendary poems we used to do (recite) as kids but thanks to president Museveni who recently ...