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Kuboi

Motherland Uganda
Motherland Motherland Uganda! What can you tell us children? Mothers did carry us for nine month Only to be born into the world of agony and turmoil.

Oh Uganda! What a drunken and irresponsible parents; Teachers on you in the morning, Parents on you in the evening – Where is our freedom

Teenage comes, teenage goes But claims girls forced into early marriages: Fathers celebrate over seven cows, Mothers rejoices over a gomas, While relatives on komek.

Oh Uganda! Where is our freedom Oh Uganda! Give me my rights.

© Kuboi B’kapsoyet Paradise Hotel – Kapchorwa 27th June, 2006

THE PASSION FOR MY PAST.
The moon must have taken a couple of weeks to no return; till the charming evening when a group of young children sounding like xylophones started their usual role play of ‘Dad and Mum’ under the big Taboswet tree till they were called for a bath by the elder brothers and sisters. And even then, it is acknowledged in Kaplakatet village that children of up to sixteen usually participate in these evening games. This is no exception to the children at the neighboring Sundet village, separated by Sundet stream and Posha; a village across the main road. On this particular Thursday, young girls and boys of Kaplakatet village were busy preparing themselves under the Toboswet tree to perform during the routine cultural dance come Saturday. After chekwoyet, the common traditional dance and a lot of ululation coupled with the serious chemujartit , the youngsters were full of zeal to see the weekend come.

Elders came from the three villages headed by Munyoko, who was regarded as the village lion until today. Accompanying him were Sore, Woke, Mali and Futi Nani. The latter was named after his height that was estimated to be over eight feet tall and was clad in animal skin as shoes, which made him look an old man of the generations that passed. What distinguished him from other elders was that, he had no hat and with the oldest stick for herding. All the elders of the three villages were in goat skin strapped around their necks and on their right hand. When they arrived, they were amazed by the enthusiasm of young people that Sore and Mali joined the dance. The arena was hot and dusty, but it never deterred them from displaying their skills.

When the moon got high and brighter, Chekwoti, an active young boy who seemed to be in his late teens was busy lighting the fire adjacent to the big Taboswet tree. Shortly thereafter, the elders were the first to surround the fire place as the little children started gathering around it. Elders were seated in one side while the rest of the young boys were seated on one side. There was a very small margin left between the children and elders, since children are not expected to sit on the same table with the father. It was a clear proof that such a child had no respect at all for the elders. It was surprising that I never saw any girl around the fire place. They seemed to have escaped like wind in a kitchen.

It did not take long, when I heard the sound of a roaring voice, I could not easily identify where it came from. It deafened us and only left us staring at who was speaking. Everyone who was under the shade was left dead silent and quiet as though they were in the operation room. Not even a sound of a bird could be heard only that everyone wondered if there would ever be any life again. Then suddenly roared the mighty Lion:

“I know you are busy preparing for this grandeur dance tomorrow. I, Munyoko, would not love to see weaklings parade their mosquito bones here. Make sure you keep and uphold the custom we inherited. We have taken labour to keep it, preserve it and to make you like it forever. If you can keep it for the generations to come, then Makaryodet will surely bless you. You should keep the religion I have always kept with the Punda of Ndatwayek, which has never been challenged for the outstanding deeds. We have won battles and celebrated victories from time immemorial. We want you to keep that spirit high. You should also note that learn to say sorry to those you have hurt that you may live longer.

Learn to have self esteem and be courageous like this hard rock of Elgon. Never steal or be cheated. Always love to share with those who want to share with you things which matter most. Deal with people who matter in life and celebrate all the great works you have done. All of you are great. It is unfortunate that Mokoryondet has not given us the mirror to be watching the height of our achievements. He has only given us the heart to understand that something is happening. This instinct makes us reconcile and do good things. My children, before I monopolize this stage, I just want to encourage you that when you do good, feel good and when you do bad or evil, feel bad, for this is what has kept us close to one another, that even the prophet Arakai dines at Mwajuma’s, the mad woman, just because we love one another. To this generation therefore, stay in peace forever.’

After his roaring voice, came a short sharp voice from Woke, who talked as though he had hidden some cassava in the throat. He hardly spoke anything heard. Karanja, one of the boys present said the man sounded like a hissing snake panting for a duet. Another group of three boys giggled out that it was a lady in a man’s cover talking. They blamed God for failing to complete this man who wanted to hurry to be born. In his speech, he told the young boys to be careful with the new ways of living. He quoted the way people have come up to beat their fathers and demanded to be disowned. He told them that they never applied to be born and so they are. They will never cease to be their parents. This could not solicit any single smile, not even the devil’s smile. It was a touching statement.

Although other elders spoke in support of what Munyoko and Woke had said, each one came out with a strong word or proverb that would pierce beyond the bones and below the bosom. And to relieve the tension at that moment, came the tall and bent Futi Nani. This is one of the elders whose deeds have always more than amaze. He started by describing his name, which literary means eight feet. That, apart from his height, he used to wear sandals three times longer than the rest. This not only amused, but awoke the sleepy young boys. His speech was as charming and sweet as sleep itself.

‘Even if you climb playet, you will never see what these grey haired men have. But the fact that you are with them, you are seeking their hair and want to be like them.’ He started it this way with smiles that covered all his face. ‘When a calf is satisfied with the milk of its mother, it will never worry whether it breaks it legs or not. It will jump and prove it is happy. With all the applause you accord me, it is you who deserve it all. Anyway, thank you very much for the audience you have accorded me.

In this world, you may think that you are the only one who is in the labyrinth of life. There are others in the same mesh who may not even have where to turn. I used to admire birds and wished I would be one of them. I actually started quarreling to Makaryondet for denying me the chance of free life. It never took me long, my children when I noticed this unfortunate scenario where one who is hunting was haunted instead. Mokoi went to hunt deep down in the plains of Twebei, an area full of wild animals with shrubs and all sorts of singing birds on top of trees, others on rocks while a few were celebrating the emergence of new grains since it is harvest season. He had targeted to come home with a fat rabbit, since an African man once said; if you have to get a morsel, eat the juicy toad.

On his way, Mokoi came across a dove. This was not a surprise to him, but he felt, a bird at hand is better than five in the bush, as the African slogan goes. He used all his skill and tack to capture the dove and… oh! The dove was in his hands. As he was planning to twist the neck, the dove asked him to first listen to it before he would kill. The dove started:

“You see, before killing me, I just want you to listen to this. You will just allow me to stand up on that branch of the tree then you will surely take me.” The man surely allowed and truly the dove was at the tree branch. Then it started the story; “you ought to master carefully the three things I am going to tell you if you must succeed. First, learn to keep what you have. Secondly, do not cry for what you cannot get, and finally, be contended with what you have. You will surely succeed.”

‘As the dove finished, the man then desired to have the dove in his hands, but the dove insisted saying he has to understand what it said. The man remained there disappointed and hating himself. He went home hungry and he told his wife what had happened. So as for you my children, I want you to learn from this story and be good. Learn the morals elders tell you.’

As he was about to sit, a stinging voice came from the kitchen that children should go and sleep. By this time, less than six big boys were awake and listening. Immediately, Munyoko called off the sitting to the next day when the story will be told to them.

Kuboi B'kapsoyet