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Preserving the royal dignity of Omukama Oyo Nyimba Kabamba Iguru Rukidi IV
Dear @kasujja@UgandaMediaCent
I'm happy that you will be the custodians of Omukama Oyo's final journey home.
I would like to respectfully appeal for the dignity of the Omukama to be preserved until his interment
The Omukama's final journey is not ordinary cargo movement. It is part of the mourning of a county; his people.
We therefore do not need to see every logistical moment.
We do not need close images of his remains being processed through customs.
The reception itself can be covered with restraint through cultural diplomacy and state honour. The world is watching us. Our culture is on show.
A lot of people are almost 30, some heading towards 35, and genuinely have nothing to their name. No property, no kids, no successful business, no useful connections, nobody to call when things go wrong. They work but after food and basic survival, there’s barely anything left to save. And when you don’t have rich parents or anyone to fall back on, building a life from nothing is a completely different kind of struggle.
Guys I know yall busy with your weekend but tomorrow is Monday and i have a question. So police killed that man and it’s all gonna be just walked over?? Just like that?? What about his family?? They can’t kill the corrupt but they can kill who refuses to clean?? Remember what I told yall that police and this government will kill you before any sickness does in this country. Fuck the police, fuck that man with a fat stomach that pushed a lady fuck the government and fuck you 😡🚮
What is the rush to report what you do not know?
This is becoming deeply disturbing. A family is grieving. A Kingdom is grieving. Yet people are taking videos, creating stories around them and presenting them as facts.
Why? For likes? For views? To be first?
His Majesty has a family. Tooro Kingdom has official communication channels. Allow them to tell us where he is, what is happening, and what arrangements have been made.
You do not have to fill every silence with a story.
Sometimes respect means waiting. Sometimes responsible reporting means saying, “We don’t know yet.”
Please, let the Royal Family lead the communication. Not everything needs to become content.
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.
What has hurt me most about the death of the king is the fact that we have all known him as a child for his entire life.
The pain am feeling isn't for the 34yr, but this innocent soul. Cause for me every time you mention the Tooro king, this is what comes to mind.
Olumbe lubbi
I paid for Wakanet several days ago, but no one has contacted me regarding installation. I was assured during registration that installation would be completed within 24 hours, but unfortunately this has not happened. @mtnug
@abdussekalala Hey,
I know things feel really heavy right now, but please hold on. You matter more than you know, and this pain won’t last forever. You don’t have to face it alone — reach out, talk to someone, let them walk with you through this. 💛