Kite Spirit – talking about my next book;
what is it all about…
Sam Mwaka-karama
Currently I am writing ‘Kite Spirit’
a novel inspired by the violent death of my daughter Daniela Mwaka 26 who fell
plummeting down from an upper floor of an apartment block, in Berlin Germany,
on the night of the 4th January 2014 – an apprentice fashion model
who worked with a Berlin fashion designer
and a German photographer.
My Daughter
My book is not about the occasion of
her death; why she died, how she died, who might be the bearer of the blame for
her death. No, that is not the content of this book - But rather – Kite Spirit
is more to do with the story of the background causes of her death… identifying
the spirituality involved and, how this spirit moved and acted - is the purpose
of this book.
In the stoical backdrop is a vast
story that picks-off from the day in my own early childhood when a bird; the
Kite that was flying-by suddenly descends upon me and snatches a ‘Mandazi’
[doughnuts] I was about to take a bite on… this avian robbery lives with me
from that day as a toddler and throughout my life. There are a litany of events
for over sixty years that evidence the moves and acts of this spirit. Kite
Spirit does not even cover a half of that – only picking along.
Till that day 4th January
2014 – it had never occurred to me that my loss of that Mandazi to the Kite was
also what made me a constant loser of everything valuable in life… I begin to
study the entire scope of my life experiences.
In my younger years, I was a straggler
– and certainly though strained and subdued by that Avian spirituality, which
had become the causes for my failutes – actually, some of my business ideas
paid-of well enough to afford me a livelihood that included a woman, and a
family life, where my two girls were born and, my small success complete with a
car – back in the 1980s. Was also eventually to be shattered by an act of war!
Apparently, I had over-grown and surpassed the limit-line imposed upon me by
that Kite Spirit; snatching that Mandazi had placed a stopper over me and any
progressive trends and development potentialities… what I had surpassed!
Therefore deflected deftly by that
act of war and, fleeing into exile in Germany 1986/88 – where my daughter Daniela rip was born – I also realize much,
much later that the Kite Spirit that snatched my childhood ‘Mandazi’ had also
strategically triggered my flight into exile!!! Where it created the nucleus of
the stigmatization conflict…
Our
Spiritual Tow to Germany
First, it was a French/German girl
from Koblenz [our spirituality tow into Germany]. About 16 years old that time
early 1980… with only a Passport in her small handbag, and a frock and little
else she secretly flies to Uganda of the post liberation war days. Within one
week or so, we linked-up spiritually; in Speke Hotel’s veranda coffee shop and
that convenient weekend – Lakery and her sisters travels with my father-in-law
to their up-country home in Lira Northern Uganda. Somehow that morning in
Speke, she had not noticed the impact of us meeting the Koblenz girl, who was
having breakfast.
That night the French German girl and
I had the one night stand – the Kite Spirit had secured the tow-line that would
hang-glide us to Germany…. Next morning outside an old hotel near the Rail Way
Station in Kampala; the German girl is picked by a convoy of German and French
Embassy diplomats accompanied by a plain clothes detective and whisked-off to
Entebbe Airport.
Three years later Lakery who was on
campus Makerere University gets pregnant and, Debra is born 1st June
1984 – the year of her graduation.
Two more years later 1986, we were
living in Germany. The girl from Koblenz forgotten and, she existed only in
some remote corner of my mind, I didn’t like visiting much – Lakery, to this
day knew not anything about my Koblenz girl.
Secondly the Kite created the blame
factors; things happen that were spiritually designed to create conflict and my
stigmatization: like, as we are settling in Schwailbach, on the Esborn line in
Frankfurt; Daniela’s mother tells me that
our German exile lawyer was making certain love advances towards her… so my old
senses are alerted. I become watchful and suspicious.
And the moment eventually came one
day; during the endless [come back again tomorrow, come back next week] for the
endless, always postponed interviews, consultations, talks; till the day the
lawyer suggested openly, that I should have a separate file from that of my
wife and daughter – instantly tempers flare out and we get physical and, I pick
my child and storm out with my wife – on our way out I tell the man pointing at
his two pretty and young German secretaries in his outer office…
“What are those two aren’t they
women? – What do you want with my wife? – You think there is anything my wife
won’t tell me? – You are no-longer our lawyer! – ‘Sozial Amt’ will notify you”.
We had another lawyer within a month…
that was April or May 1986.
And about five or six months later we
were called to Nuremburg in the South where that particular event was carefully
and very closely audited in a long probing interview, by a very senior federal
government official.
“Why
didn’t the lawyer call the Police after the eruption in his office?”
I was cleared, when it was
established that the German lawyer had not called the Police immediately… he
was guilty! He wanted my woman!
Actual spirituality driven occurrences
[including that shit lawyer’s advances at my wife] that came during my stay and
later after I had left Germany May 1988 - obviously were spirituality settings
and Traps for my stigmatization – and they had all happened then in Germany.
Those and a church event had laid the
ground for my stigmatization and international pursuit – when I finally had
left Germany. When I tried to raise a case with the human rights lawyers in
Gulu; they corruptly denied I was telling the truth. So I knew that German
Lawyer was there somewhere at the background - besides everybody believed that
I was the cause and source and carrier of the HIV.
These were the sort of [Sam is
telling lies] claims by corrupted human rights lawyers in Gulu - that caused me
to leave my home District Gulu in 2007 – came back to Kampala to complete
writing and publish my book “The Water Trap” leaving my home and town where already
I was poisoned a number of times and survived by making use of instant poison
neutralizers – it so happened that time
came that a corporate employed young
woman collapsed in a Gulu restaurant and was diagnosed to have died of ‘Synide’
poisoning…
Alarm! I didn’t need the brain of a
professor to realize that snake poison was out of it… it was ‘Synide’ and I
knew its history and fundamental origin – I heed the warning signs and left my
District in a hurry. Knowing full well that it just takes an innocent young stupid
woman to access the Kitchen out of which my food was prepared to administer fatally
– that professional killer drug!
Esther and Gabriel
Towards the end of 1992 nearly a year
after I had abandoned what became known as the HIV/Aids War; Esther, a young Acholi
woman had mothered for me a son, Gabriel – the birth of the boy at the height
of the HIV/Aids stigmatization brought-out the worst ever hatred out of a score
of people. So many people were dying of the virus and, I was the escape goat!
Irate looking desperate people plotted the death of my son – it was a mad
period!
One day I was informed by my mother,
that my child was in hospital and I was needed… on arrival I found Esther, who
was living with her mother, seated in waiting and my child naked, was on the
Doctor’s table and the doctor had just quietly walked out minutes before I came
into his office… I walked away after about 30 minutes, the doctor had not
returned! Perhaps an hour later my mother, with my son strapped on her back and
trailed by Esther tells me Gabriel had died on the doctor’s table!
We buried my son. And perhaps three
months later; Doctor Basil dies and I attend his burial at St. Moritz on Kitgum
road in Gulu – it was during his burial that I gather from tit bits and stray
fragments of the general noise and conversations, comments, the hue and cry and
peoples’ stare or glances at me! That Dr. Basil, who was obviously one of the
earliest victims of HIV/Aids and actually died of it, may have murdered my son Gabriel
- and in a strange circumstance my son’s mother Esther and later her sister, also dies not long after.
Death of my son Gabriel and his
mother Esther drives the massive warning… to all and sundry! Sleep with the
HIV/Aids stigma at your own peril – I walk in a daze. I am frustration. I am
dejected. Women avoid me – I am insulted openly. Four times I am remanded in
prison and four times I win the cases!
The book Kite Spirit – I am writing
in an Omni-narrator perspective is a small fictionalized novel. It is finally
intended to highlight the role of the Kite Spirit in my life and how the litany
of losses it rendered to me, over a sixty year period, also reveals how we
humans often don’t understand the actual world of the spirits and, how they
en-trap us in acts designed to kill us – that we are involved in initiating
under extreme spirituality control.
On two occasions; once in Germany and
on another occasion in Gulu after my return from Germany – the extremism of the
Kite Spirit, sends me to sit on a throne. An inexplicable experience…
In my understanding, much later as I
think-out the book manuscript; both acts were doubtlessly spirituality triggered.
And the reason?
Well what comes to mind as probable
reason for the spirituality placing me on the thrones – could only be as a
spiritual trap! As an act of demand for my Mandazi; the spirituality that
snatched my Mandazi, also used me to spiritually impose myself on the Church!
And to me that could only have been possible as an agitation for what I have
lost all my life along with that Mandazi… from an innocent age.
Writing Kite Spirit is a most
challenging, frustrating and complex undertaking; it has brought me nearer to
understanding that the world of the spirit is also biased and ridden with
outright injustices! This time, I’ll have to make use of an editing expert.
STRANGE
One shocking thing though is that; my
first book “The Water Trap” went live on Amazon’s Kindle Direct as eBook in
November 2013 and randomly sold few copies – till 4th January 2014 –
and from that date of my daughter’s death to today as I write this blog entry –
six months! There is not a single sale! It defies the law of random chance…
meaning that at the very least there should be recording of at least five book
sales in one month. I am beginning to hear some alternative – also given the
Douglas Preston issue - “THINKING MUSIC”.*
