Elijah T Mwamunyange (ETM)

A Father & African Patriot, Telecom & Humanitarian Aid worker experienced in Logistics,Admin,Finance & Camp Management. Simba SC & ChelseaFC Supporter

[Elijah T Mwamunyange (ETM) @elijah140]

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[Patrick Oyulu @patrickoyulu]

FRIDAY NIGHTS: WHEN WE OWED YOU NOTHING!

There was a time in the 80s, when #Kampala weekends had a clear destination, and they still do - and if your stars aligned, your shoes pointed straight to Chez Joseph on Kimathi Avenue.

Opposite @KCCAUG , the place stood like a nightclub and a social sorting hat rolled into one. You didn’t just enter - you qualified. Money helped. Connections helped more. Confidence? That was your wildcard. This was the most popular hangout joint for the youth back then.

Inside, the formula was sacred: blue, red, yellow bulbs… a mirror ball spinning like it had secrets… and at the far end, the DJ box - where DJ Telematch (Mukiibi) conducted the night like a high priest of vinyl. When he dropped a track, it was no longer a dance floor -it was a declaration, like he did one night when he dropped 'Jack the Groove' by Raze.

But before all that glory and celebration0? Survival.

Because not all of us arrived fully funded. Some of us passed by the shadows of the old Ministry of Labour building - near that legendary old abandoned trench - now Workers House, that looked deep enough to swallow your future - where a quiet economist of the night sold K. Yes, Kasese (Waragi). A glass. Maybe a Fanta or a Mini would set you on the path to happiness. Add lime. Suddenly, the world made sense -and more importantly, you had courage capital.

Then came “Footsubishi” - our hybrid transport system. Meanwhile, the chosen few rolled in -borrowed or “temporarily reassigned” father’s car - packed like a matatu of ambition. Driver brings the ride. One friend brings the entrance fee. Another negotiates with the kanyama at the gate. Teamwork made the nightlife work.

Inside? Ah. You bought one beer at 11pm - and nursed it like an investment portfolio till 1am. Holding that bottle wasn’t thirst. It was status. You danced not because you had much - but because, for those hours, you lacked nothing.

Then the morning came, uninvited but inevitable.

You walked back up Kimathi Avenue, eyes red, spirit undefeated, past the early church goers, the saints at Christ the King Church. They stared. You stared back.

Under your breath: “Why are you looking at me?”

Their eyes said “Bambi.”
Yours replied -without words - Do I.O.U? Not today.

Because Friday night had cleared all debts.

At least until next weekend.

To #HappyFridays #Uganda

Video courtesy: Mad shots

[Patrick Oyulu @patrickoyulu]

Tuesday Pause for Thought: A Hill, A Hymn, Lessons Learned

I was a young man in the 80s. Old enough to understand fear. Young enough to believe every headline carried the full truth.

We survived the TPDF/Uganda Army war that toppled Idi Amin. We survived Obote II. I was in the middle of town when Tito Okello’s forces stormed Kampala, watching the four-barrel 14.5mm anti-aircraft guns that the UNLA had very effectively converted into field artillery, aimed at all and sundry.

In 1986, we watched the NRA Mobile Brigades roll in, towing the same “14s” and recoilless guns. Some of us walked - literally walked in NRA-controlled territory - in the opposite direction as the tide of war shifted. You could argue we mastered the art of strategic retreat. In my case, I walked as a displaced person in two different wars the TPDF one in 1979 and the NRA one of 1986, carrying saucepans and hope in equal measure. If #Uganda had issued loyalty cards for surviving regimes, some of us would have earned platinum status.

So when I look back to the earlier days, when Rubaga Cathedral was stormed on February 24, 1982, the story that felt simple then is no longer just simple. Simple in the sense that UNLA soldiers entered during Ash Wednesday Mass. Guns pointed at the altar. Worshippers fleeing. Some taken away. Cardinal Nsubuga calling it desecration.

As a young Ugandan then, you chose your outrage, probably clueless too, and held it tightly. The church was sacred. Full stop.

But age does something dangerous - it adds footnotes.

Based on reported facts, we later learned that the day before, Andrew Kayiira’s UFM rebels had launched a dawn attack on Kampala. That the cathedral’s hill - that beautiful, strategic, physics-approved high ground - was allegedly used as a mortar position toward Lubiri barracks. That phones (not mobile phones) were left off the hook. That soldiers claimed they held their fire to avoid damaging the church.

And Newton, again, whispers from the corner: for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Remember his Third Law?

This does not excuse what followed. The fear inside Rubaga cathedral was real. The trauma of families whose relatives were taken was real. Allegations that some never returned are painfully real. Empathy is not optional here.

But hindsight reminds us that guerrilla wars rarely fight in open fields. They embed. They blend. They operate from within civilian -and sometimes sacred - spaces. And when sacred ground becomes strategic ground, it risks losing its immunity, fairly or unfairly.

History, you see, resists one-sided narratives.

What I learned, as that young man grew older, is this: in war, moral clarity is often a luxury discovered decades later. At the time, everyone believes they are reacting, not initiating.

The real tragedy is that civilians and worshippers stood in the blast radius of decisions they did not make.

Looking back 44 years later, I no longer rush to simple conclusions. I hold space for the victims. I acknowledge the context. I respect how complicated Uganda’s 80s were.

Because those of us who lived it know: while we talk of good memories from the past, there is a lot of suffering that went through that decade. It wasn’t glitter. Nor was it really Golden.

It simply endured. We Lived It.

We Shall Always Remember.
#TodayInHistory #UgandaTimes

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[Patrick Oyulu @patrickoyulu]

Viva Christmas - Of Kakolele, Memory & Movements 🎄

There are songs that play at #Christmas. And then there is “Kakolele Viva Christmas” - the kind that unlocks memory, releases hips, and quietly reminds you what the day is really about.

This morning, before #Kakolele even warmed up the speakers, I remembered. I spoke to my old man and my mum. Dad -well into his 90s -was in fine form: high spirits, sharp arguments fully intact, logic still doing press-ups. Mum was elated, speaking to her son with that unmistakable joy that needs no translation. They prayed, as is wont in #Paidha, and yes - they slaughtered a goat. The word slaughter might alarm an animal-rights advocate somewhere in suburban America, but in Paidha it simply means: we are together, and today matters.

That call did something to me. It pulled memory forward. I thought of family. Of love that doesn’t need reminders. I rang my sisters, currently on a Christmas mission in #Serere. Where they are, telecom networks are more suggestion than service. It’s still 1998 energy -you climb metaphorical anthills, phone in hand, chasing signal bars like they owe you money. But we laughed. Because we remember those days. And with every Christmas, we still say #Viva.

And that’s the thing about Kakolele. #BabaGaston didn’t just make a festive tune in 1976 - he built a memory machine. One spin of that ASL vinyl and the room fills with old laughter, borrowed joy, and East African confidence. Somewhere between the chorus and the cowbell, my @SmackObs Mr. @TonyOwana - of our #Owanapedia - is definitely up and dancing. Not because he planned to. But because some songs give instructions directly to the soul.

Christmas is also delivering elsewhere. To that person -you know yourself -whose loved one has healed, travelled home from treatment abroad, and will sit at the table tonight, a much needed Kikalaaya in the mix; That is Kakolele energy too. Joy arriving just in time.

So today, we remember. We celebrate. We dance. We love.
Because when Baba Gaston says #VivaChristmas, he isn’t asking.
He’s announcing it. 🎶🎄

Viva Christmas. Kakolele!

[Patrick Oyulu @patrickoyulu]

It Is Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas. That Is the Problem.

There is a particular moment when you know #Christmas has arrived in #Uganda. It is not the calendar. It is not the decorations. It is the sound of “Feliz Navidad” leaking from a passing taxi, followed -almost inevitably -by Philly Bongole Lutaaya’s “Merry Christmas,” reminding us, gently and without irony, that it is time.

Shortly after this musical cue, Kampala begins to empty - especially on the eve of Christmas. The movement is not subtle. Cars tilt northwards and eastwards, but the westward flow is unmistakable, as if pulled by an invisible gravitational force. The Kampala–Masaka road thickens. Taxi parks swell. Hire cars -some driven by people reacquainting themselves with steering wheels -join the flow. It resembles less a holiday and more a seasonal migration.

Nature offers a useful parallel. Each year, millions of wildebeest cross the Mara River in #Kenya, driven not by recklessness but by necessity. They hesitate. They pace. They panic. Then one jumps, and the rest follow. Some make it. Some do not. The river remains indifferent. Uganda’s festive travel season works in much the same way -except our Mara River is tarmac, our crocodiles are speed and alcohol, and our confidence often exceeds our preparation.

The statistics are familiar. Traffic police will later explain that accidents were caused by speeding, distraction, mechanical failure, and poor judgment. This will surprise no one. It happens every year. We listen, nod, and prepare to repeat it again next December.

What makes this period particularly dangerous is not just movement, but mood. Christmas creates a sense of exemption. We drive as though joy suspends consequence. We drink as though January is optional. We behave like people convinced that tragedy, like bad news, is for other families.

And yet, even in this, there is something admirable. People travel because they must be together. Because Christmas in Kampala is incomplete without the long road home. Because hope, like rain, still falls more generously upcountry.

So perhaps the most reasonable Christmas wish this year is a modest one: that we all arrive. That the journey ends with laughter, not announcements. That we cross our rivers with care.

Christmas is here. It always is.
The challenge, as ever, is to live long enough to complain about it next year. #MerryChristmas2025

[Patrick Oyulu @patrickoyulu]

A Bucket full of Nostalgia!

Mrs Hyacinth Bucket always fought to remind us: it’s Bouquet, not Bucket. But life, with its mischievous humor, has had the last laugh - because alas, she has finally “kicked the Bucket.”

Ugandans who used to watch the @BBC British sitcom "Keeping Up Appearances" on UTV (now @ubctvuganda ) mourn, but we also chuckle, because Patricia Routledge gave us theater that was both mirror and medicine. On UTV’s black-and-white glow, she was the queen of appearances - tormenting Richard, unnerving the Vicar, and proving that social climbing is a global sport (Ugandans included).

Even in departure, the irony is delicious. The woman who spent her life correcting our pronunciation of Bouquet has left us talking about the Bucket. And somewhere in heaven, she’s still fussing over how the teacups are arranged.

So here’s to her: a grand actress who made Uganda laugh, cringe, and realize - we’re all still keeping up appearances. #PatriciaRoutledge #Uganda

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