The human tongue is a beast that few can master.
It strains constantly to break out of its cage, and if it is not tamed, it will run wild and cause you grief.
The biggest hypocritical irony in all this is how Mwenda is the loudest critic against imposing a leader on people (Tooro), while at the same time being a facilitator of a brutal usurpation and abuse of power at a national scale. So, is it about what is right or what he wants?
JUST IN: The succession battle in Tooro Kingdom has taken an unexpected turn after Prince Nyaika Solomon and Prince Patrick Mpuuga distanced themselves from their father, Omusuuga Charles Kamurasi
The Princes have officially thrown out yesterday’s declaration of a new monarch, calling it null, void, and unofficial. According to them, no final decision has been reached regarding the next King of Tooro
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I have struggled to find words for the death of my King, His Majesty King Oyo Nyimba Kabamba Iguru IV. P
I have seen him grow all his life. I watched him learn to play football and basketball, ride bikes, go to school, leave for university, graduate, and, year after year, grow into his Crown. I watched the boy become a man, and the man become a remarkable King.
We were supposed to be planning his wedding, not his funeral.
Perhaps that is what makes this so difficult to accept. None of us believed the King would die. Even His Majesty believed he was coming home. On the day he passed, we had expected him to be discharged. Only a week earlier, he was still speaking with doctors about new treatment options and participating in the daily family prayer hour. He was happy that Arsenal had started the season with a stronger squad. He was looking forward to this year’s Empaango.
He was still making plans. Still hopeful. Still living.
Oyo loved Tooro deeply. He loved Uganda. He loved his family, and he had a special closeness with our children. But above everything else, he loved God.
He was truly a servant King: humble, gentle, and remarkably close to ordinary people. No one was too small to matter to him. He knew the names of his farm workers and bodyguards, and remembered people he met along the way. The Crown never made him distant from people; it made him feel more responsible for them.
Today, our hearts are especially with the Queen Mother Akiiki. She raised a young boy carrying an extraordinary burden into a gentleman and a great King. What she gave Tooro, through him, can never truly be repaid.
His loss is immeasurable. For our family, the pain is almost impossible to describe. For Tooro, an era has ended far too soon.
But Oyo’s legacy will not die.
It will live in his young son. It will live in the people he served, in the causes he championed, in the Kingdom he loved, and in the contribution he made to Uganda. And above all, it lives with God, the King of Kings whom he loved and served.
I will remember many things about His Majesty. But I will also remember Amooti Oyo: my cousin, my friend, the boy I watched grow up, the Arsenal fan, the father, the son, the brother, and the gentleman behind the Crown.
We were not ready to say goodbye.
Rest in eternal peace, Your Majesty.
The King is dead. The Crown mourns, but the Crown stands.
Long live the King.
If there is a case on anyone, let it be brought before a competent court and tried fairly and impartially. Both the arrest and the treatment of a presumed offender should follow the law, be humane not humiliating and give the constitution, the people and God the dignity and humanness one deserves. Let the evidence be tested. Matthew Bagonza can defend himself and the institution he works for. And let the law take its course.
On the second matter, I want to be equally clear. PACEID is operational and PACEID is lawful and reports to H.E. the President and all our quarterly and annual reports are consistent on what we have achieved and the ideas we have brought forward for our country, its entrepreneurs and exports sector.
We were commissioned on 16 March 2022. Institutions begin through a process and, if a mandate is ever changed, that too must happen through a due process. An anonymous message on social media is not that process.
We encourage all International partners, those who hold export orders, our global trade representatives in several countries, our logistics partners, those financing value chains in the 13 products, to have peace and keep all due activities as usual
For 47 years, I served my country.
Through war and peace, triumph and loss, I presented myself for duty. I wore the uniform with pride, knowing that behind it was the trust of millions of Ugandans.
Along the way, I lost brothers. I made lifelong friends. I witnessed Uganda change, struggle, and rise. I carry every memory with me.
I retire with a heart full of gratitude.
To the men and women with whom I served, thank you.
To the fallen, I will never forget you.
To my family, thank you for sharing me with the nation.
And to Uganda, thank you for giving me the honour of serving you.
My love for Uganda will never retire.
One final salute.
For God and My Country.
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The most difficult subject in War School was Iran, you know why? No one, even my Professors who were former intelligence operatives couldn’t tell Irans military strategy.
Militarily, Iran did what no country has done. The decentralization of it Forces, a well organized a formidable units with its own brain around defense. You can embed the CIA and Mossad as much as you want in Iran, but there’s a place where everything stops.
So let me give you a little lesson about Iran, It is Not a country. Not really.
More like a living labyrinth, designed not to win wars the way empires do but to outlive them.
You see, in the grand theaters of war, where men like Napoleon Bonaparte chased glory and where doctrine is etched into polished marble halls, Iran chose a different scripture entirely.
They studied collapse.
They watched the fate of men like Saddam Hussein, a towering army, centralized, proud and decapitated in weeks. They watched Libya. They watched Afghanistan. And somewhere in the ashes of those fallen regimes, Iran asked a far more dangerous question:
“What survives when the head is cut off?”
And so, they removed the head.
No single brain. No single nerve center.
Instead, a thousand smaller minds, each capable of thought, of violence, of continuation.
The Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps is not merely a military force. It is a philosophy with weapons. A hydra. You don’t defeat it, you inconvenience it.
Cut one arm, another recalibrates.
Silence one commander, ten more adjust without ceremony, without pause.
No dramatic funerals in the command chain. No operational paralysis.
Just continuity.
And then there’s the illusion, the one that keeps intelligence officers awake at night.
You can penetrate a system, yes. The Central Intelligence Agency has. The Mossad certainly has. They’ve turned assets, intercepted signals, even reached into places once thought untouchable.
But Iran doesn’t build for secrecy alone.
It builds for betrayal.
Every layer watched by another. Every agent suspected before he proves loyal. Every corridor lined not just with doors but with mirrors.
You think you’re inside the system until you realize the system anticipated you long before you arrived.
Now, about the dead.
Spies, operatives, assets: men and women who stepped into that maze believing tradecraft could save them.
Some vanished quietly. Others, not so quietly.
Iran has made examples of those it accuses of espionage, broadcasting confessions, staging executions, sending messages carved not in ink but in consequence.
But here’s the truth no agency will print:
The real number? The real cost?
Buried.
Because in that world, numbers are not statistics, they’re vulnerabilities.
You see, my friend, most nations prepare for war.
Iran prepares for endurance.
It doesn’t ask, “How do we defeat our enemy?” It asks, “How do we remain when they have exhausted themselves trying?”
And that, that is a far more terrifying strategy.
Because history has a peculiar habit of remembering not the strongest, but the last one standing.
The United States of America certainly has their faults and shortcomings but it's not enough for me to side with Islamic terrorists.
I will choose the manageable side.
The US is like Malaria while Iran and other radical Islamic terrorists are terminal cancers.