Tell me one insult you have ever heard from Erias Lukwago!! Where is he now ?
The fake moral standards and “good manners” Ugandans pretend to have are what has got us into all this mess!
A whole university launching a gate is shameful enough, a national newspaper reporting it is beyond shameful 🚮🚮🚮🚮
Bring back shame to this country banange!
This is what should be all over social media
Muyiige Okudiza abantu abakoze Obulunji
This is the least this man deserved , we need to check our culture as a people , Tuli bantu babi nnyo mwana
My heart aches because it’s a disease all through our DNA - We are an ungrateful people
Got into an Uber with a fine lad behind the wheel. The radio was on, and the presenters were discussing marriage and relationships. He volunteered his experience as a married man:
"My wife keeps asking me why I am not as chatty and take her out as often I used to during courtship", he says.
"And what is your answer", I ask.
"Well, I don't exactly tell her, but I think to myself, 'election campaigns are over, marriage is time to deliver on the manifesto'", he said.
He is wise not to have told her that directly. At a minimum, he would be in the dog house for a long spell.
As Kenyan a bloke as you can get.
What was it that turned our society into the kind that would denigrate people in death? Why not count the birds of singers that nested in this huge baobab tree and found their song, their skill, their inspiration Moses Matovu? What was it that made us this kind of people?
The deaths of people whose work, music in this case, weaves its way into our lives, homes, and memories can affect us in ways that are deeper than may be immediately obvious.
My own example may illustrate. I live with long-term grief. My mother died on 11 November 1995, when I was ten (10). She loved Afrigo Band. For our generation (millennials), most of our parents swore by Abana ba' Afrigo!
In the years since, its music has been one of the threads by which I hold on to her memory. Music is indeed the soundtrack of life; sometimes, a song is the only medium that transports you back to a memory that is all you have left.
Just like we ourselves just never got what the bellbottoms, socks in flats generation was going on and on about calypso and twist, our kids don't get why we still connect with Afrigo.
It is a lot more than music to some of us.
Rest in peace, Moses Matovu.
Moses Matovu’s music got a torn, hurting & struggling country 2 sing along, &, evn briefly, take its thoughts off the pain of the moment. You need 2 trace his music back to the post war, HIV ridden days of the 90s, & see how it brightened dark days. May his songs remain Timeless!
Last Sunday, strangely, I found myself tearing up watching a clip of him singing Speed.
“Rita wange omuto, namulekera ani? Kironde wange, namulekera ani? Getu wange omulungi, namuleka wa?”
I did not know that only days later, those words would feel so painfully different.
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