African philosophy: Cultural school of misunderstanding..

African philosophy: Cultural school of misunderstanding..

In the domain of Africanness, there exists a dark philosophy culturally: the natural ingrained fundamental concept accrues and develops from a negativity, so acake its embodiment is 'totalitarian misunderstanding'!

In 'growing up' we Africans culturally experience this factor of the fundamental social growth framework. A presence within our individual characteristics; we will misunderstand you, misunderstand ourselves, misunderstand me, misunderstand the lessons we learn formally, misunderstand the adult partner we live with, misunderstanding our family lineage, clan, tribe, regions of tribes ad-infinatum..

A professor writes a book of misunderstanding: 'Flowers of blood' and another one: 'The asshole Emperor'..

He is ontop, over the crest, the very epitome of Africanness - his learned peerage perfect the form and characteristics of our fundamental misunderstanding concepts, transforming it from its 'cultural school of fundamental misunderstanding' - into the legend of literature and social peerage at the grand top of modern day education.

Foreigners applaud, we also applaud!

Actually, we don't understand a damn thing.. we only applaud those who initially applauded. It all strikes a cord so befitting in us.. for ours is misunderstanding! It's our heritage..

When you have forever to get to anywhere, walking the vast African sub Sahara unaided by horses or bullocks, donkey or what - you really have forever to get to anywhere!

In twists and turns, you are in timelessness of walk and meandering bizzare misunderstanding and slow generational confusion!
The protagonists of your great fundamental breakaway and migrative wondering, left no clue what fundamental Fables that be.. were!

Proverbial four generations down the scanty tracks - only dialectical similarities in language seem to link up with you: you actually are brother and cousin clans.. helplessly floated away like islands on the down stream. The down stream of fundamental misunderstanding.

'Faust' a German book, talks of the 'winebag' Aunt!

In Africa, she is the horried sister of your father or  daughter of his brother, who wouldn't go away in marriage - to start her own family and clan..
She is the brewery of all toxicology. That winebag Aunt meddle in that drunkenness and darkness of deeds of totalitarian misunderstanding, like rumbling in the distance. That are promises for yet another stage of the bizzare act of  misunderstanding.

The protagonists of the African plains and Savannah who herded the clan-tribes and spread the black people all over the continent aren't there in the African fundamental literature - only in parts of the Advent of balkanization of colonial Africa.
The real untold story must date back forty thousand years - ages silenced by those winebag Aunties.. whose influences are still visible to this day. Africa lives under the darklings of their totalitarian misunderstandings.

The professor actually has no clue - what his part of the enormous African root fables must read like! His literature is therefore worded in modern sociology and, the structures of the African modernism cupsulate his scope of politicized Africa. Contents of his books.. are under the darklings of the winebag Aunties! Compromised.
Even perverted!

Question is: how would you breakdown and unpack the forty thousand years of untold African Fables and scale oral history? End.

THE FIFTH ESTATE

The Fifth Estate:
Initially - I coined these words as a book title. And, as the title suggests. Ideally, this is also an addition to the four well known institutions of what embody the three estates of governments and, the fourth being the (outsider) media.

In my understanding - the Fifth Estate is an embodiment that straddle the outside and inside of governments.

Characteristically, the largely invicible estate started historically as individuals with favor contacts - enjoying 'go-getter' relationship with top leaders. The favored individuals were outright outsiders. Of intellect or none intellectual qualities but trusted doers of the 'go-getter' private jobs for the leaders.

THE EUROPEAN FACTOR.

In ancient Europe, at the Lordly and Emperor beginnings of the Fable ages.. these favored contacts, used by the Lords and Emperors did lots of clandestine work. Mostly, things the law would prohibit or inhibit insider members of the systems handling. Such missions were secretly delegated to those vetted unknown individuals.

At the dawn of idealisms - when ideologues began writing ideological analysis that led to socialism, communism and democratization or capitalism - things had gotten more complicated, collective and Political.

The popular word for the 'go-getter' also changed to 'get the young Turks'.. when a rival had to be quickly and descreetly eliminated.

The young men who could do anything - no matter how dangerous were from ancient Turkey. The demands for their private services increased throughout southern Europe and scaled-up northwards eventually, to become strong immigrant workers generally. They were a huge invisible influence.

A lifetime of reading various authors and, vast titles of their works - is at the backdrop of my Fifth Estate book idea.
However, whatever input I make in this blog post doesn't scratch the bare top of it. Because, the whole picture changes - discussing it as an African study.

THE AFRICAN FACTOR.

Here, the African nepotism creates a torn-away damage! Dismissing the 'go-getter' idea.
In Africa, the go-getter might just be favored relatives or clan/tribes mates of the leader. That too, undermine the effectiveness of an ambiguity in the clandestine fieldwork.

Which is also how the governmental insiders get entangled with the outsider players.. So that, in the 'see-saw' certain amount of facts, roumors and half-truths get shared - knowledge is wealth!

How did the fifth estate evolve in some African countries?

'Mark Twist' nearly as in Oliver, was the nickname of a certain African who was an early day clandestine outsider lone operative - in a certain African country.
In his day, Twist was known to be deadly criminal largely involved in buffling undertakings - unsolved grizzly crimes, robbery of Banks and cars.
The Head of State sought the guy and, soon Twist was hobnobbing in the secret corridors of a whole national power!

Not far from the avenue where the big-man sat, was a large colonial type restaurant with large French windows..
Quietly, this place was coined the 'Assassin's' corner. Where, I was a decade later to learn that, that was Mark Twist's lair - his day time joint where he had steams of coffee, snacks, newspapers and things..

And, that often an elderly woman privy to the Head, would saunt by and drop an envelope..

Somewhere in the city some rivals or their proxies would fall - to the charin of the hysterical newspaper reporters and editors. And, the count kept going for a good part of ten years.

Up till the time I was in the newspaper myself 2009/12, I was haunted by this lucrative book material.

Then, I read Dan Brown's 'Angels and Demons' - now the pieces fell together.

The young Turk 'Assassin' character that profusely fought Robert Langdon, the Anthropologist American - fussed very nicely with my old Mark Twist discovery: they were the root of the 'Fifth Estate'. A massive bite too, you could die!

Today - relationship between some African Presidents are shrouded in dark diplomacy - to me, the cause factor is the overbearing cropping of the outsider influences that grew out of the shoe of the likes of Mark Twist. And, their ancient prelates in lower European countries. They are now generalized 'CORRUPTIONS'. End.

Paranoia - African Social Media psychology!

Currently, we on this other side of the enormous social media parapsychology coin are having fits.

In this 'free-for-all' world of social media the psychological frey: with all comer posts, comments, paraphernalia, innuendo, palaver and, the deadpan - throw the spanner into the wheelings. The most disaffected on this,  our African side, are the perrenially psychological security insecure!

What you post. Your comments. The quotes you make - show your African insecurity.

Yours is a wanting. A desperate attempt to leave a mark. A 'speedy gonzales' attempt to scurry-by noticeably and make your name (not your point) noticed - because, in our African-ness we hardly have a point of our own: Socrates, Shakepeareans, Darwin.. or quotes from the Bible are essentially all we have, from the Colonialism left over perspectives. We ask questions that have already been asked a thousand times by Western and Eastern philosophical thinkers - who also variably have scored all the 'grand design' answers.

So what do we Africans talk about?

Nothing! Actually, almost nothing that impress anybody anymore.

God, (you shall not mention the name of God in vain) created us Human beings and, protected us in our formative ages: Adam and Eve, and a score of others like them. Abram and Sarai, who became Abraham and Sarah. Lot and his family, who feature in that dawn strike over Sodom and Gomorrah. Melchizedek, King of Saleem were the first to experience direct interactions with God.

Then eventually came the age of the 'guardian Angels': even in the teachings of the Christian Churches - this is the unclearest.. factor in religious teachings todate! The guardian angel who stood there, watching over Adam and Eve seem to have been demobilized. That Army of burning sword Angels.. are no longer part of active modern faith.
It is worth the ventures anyhow, to reason-out what they might have left behind.. amongst us humans.

What immediately comes to mind is 'fineart' - in days goneby, inspired artwork cropped up to show imaginations that defined the relationship between Mankind and Heaven. Schools were created that developed inspirational canvas painting.
We Africans also learnt over the ages, that actually, the very causes of World War Two - were deeply rooted in history of those Austrian art School developments - with Hitler, as the one-man stigma of the conflict that killed six million Jews and, conscripted a score of Africans Colonial Armies fighting in that war 1939 - 1945.

Wait a minute - what exactly am I writing about here!?

Jesus Christ said: "I leave you my peace - my peace I give you". Meaning what!?

Gone he was! And, you and I, can only summon his Salvation through our own faith and beliefs!

If your faith might be the size of a Mustard seed!

In other words - just like the guardian angels who beat the grand heavenly withdraw, Heaven also recalled the Saviour! So that, verily, we are essentially on our own!

'God will quench your thirst - God will give you the water of life! Today!'

'God will give you good luck today - God will shower you with wealth today!'

'In the name of Jesus! Hallelujah!'

The African preacher sees God, as having a direct hand in the daily life and, activities of Earthlings.

Then why are Churches closing down in the developed world? In the UK, this is so and, the poor Africans in the Diaspora can't buy those Church buildings! How come!?. . Their faith  wouldn't generate that wealth!

'WHY?'

Because, 'that's the way it is...' - you need lots of luck to afford it! And, the definitive word 'luck' depict 'gambling'!

And, there is our African wits end.

In Uganda, my home Country, gambling is basically abominable - it got to be tolorated only of recent. Even then, the management ethics is way out beyond us Africans.
Africa can't move, can't advance, can't develop or generate wealth at all because - we don't have a realistic understanding of our own!

The 'dreams' of the 1970s &; 1980s - comes to us Africans, twenty years on, through Asian and, far Eastern understanding of our side of the coin! And, the European virtualization of our untapped infrastructural potential beginning 2005.

Where is the realism?

The realism is - God (forgive my calling your name) - left us, and Heaven has been on a withdraw mode from ancient history times - the last being the obvious recall of Jesus Christ, two thousand years ago! Since then, and gradually and grediently - Earth, is being controlled by a sort of 'wild bunch' Principalities.. it is a believe it or not situation! And, actually very much dicey.

It is bewilderingly unknown to us.. especially Africans - what those principalities are, but, more and more the bizarre nature of their activities are apparent. They mostly seem to stimulate dubiousness that lead us nowhere.. there is so much lack of inspirational development amongst us Africans. The principalities might more likely be engrossed in punishments and things.. END

Apprenticeship and, Tramp!

Apprenticeship and, Tramp!

You first - must have been a street Tramp - for you to have evolved into an Apprentice!

There, on the street, was and still is where you actually became MEN!
There was never any other way - an Apprentice always started from the beginning by first being a street Tramp.

MEN - challenges you and, interests and want drove you. You are street walking. Street fighting and all you want and need is just one initial win. The entry-level to MEN is clattered with actual and very real difficult situations.
Everyday you are deeper and deeper.. if you score against the enormous odds, you might find a warmth, waiting - she was your minute prize!

If you don't have this sort of experience in your life, then you are not.. just read and do nothing else, for here trips a live guillotine!

Back in my day, in the late 1960s Kampala, I often went street walking: young, interests driven and confident as a young Police recruit (1969), I learnt to play the practiceable elements of my training in the 'power of observation' roaming the streets.

Kishenyi - was the more fertile area, for it was loaded with criminals and prostitutes..

MEN interests and, it's challenges often gets the better of you! Inavitably, you follow the prostitute and empty your nuts.. in that warmth, for the 3.00shs. All, in the process of Apprenticeship - you are new to these forbidden fruit..

Outside. Someday, couple of boys want the entire content of your pockets! Suddenly, it is a skirmish with one down, you are 'Manix' - you run after the one who got away.. but then you were fleeing from a potentially deadly environment.

Kishenyi back then, was notorious with sampling of people from as far as Senegal, Mali, Gambia, Rwanda, Somalia - Kishenyi was squalid, but the most fashionable characters emerged from there.

In those bits and pieces of life experiences.. I too, emerged as an Apprentice Writer decades down the road.
I now live in the belief that, the pathway to Apprenticeship is, first to be a street Tramp! The University does not make you an Apprentice - it is only being a learning Tramp! End.

Generational African leadership - vis a vis - Generations in African leadership

Generational African leadership - vis a vis - Generations in African leadership.

'Great Expectations' - seem to lead African opinion towards a mixup of our thinking.
There ought to have been traditions that ruled over Africans before coming of the white man - and Balkanization of the continent.

What Africa seems to lack or, may have lost, is PURPOSE!

 That sense of direction: where were we the Africans headed.. before the white man came? Did we have a simple sense of direction? How were these if any, defined? What clue do we have towards that or those senses of purpose?

Are we aware - that having a genuine sense of purpose also hold the imbibements for self generated skills apprenticeship?

That, back then ancient Africa may have moved from stone age, to iron age and, onwards to industrial age - without the prop-up of the white man since Balkanization of the continent?

With this in mind. What do we Africans imagine - as generational African leaderships - that "come and go" don't seem to exhibit PURPOSE!

And, if at all, it is blood-letting that seem central - in purposes.. how do we then un-blank our side of the coin?

Colonialism built the East African Railway: Kenya to Uganda with partly imported labor (Indian), and partly conscripted local African labor - the stark ignorant African work force learnt impromptu, and the apprenticeship generated what they needed to implement instructions.

Sixty years after decolonization, we, of post independence Africa, live and enjoy, even celebrate our educated achievements!
Oblivious, of the glaring fact that, we failed to maintain or rebuild - what the uneducated colonial era African Laborers, under foreign supervision were able to do.
In Uganda, the network of railway tracks laid by Colonialism are overgrown with thickets of grass, weeds even trees.
Rhetorically, even the current generation of leadership in Eastern Africa have been talking of 'standard gague' tracks - even as the ancient track slippers have been caniblized or just disappearing for decades..

There has been talks of plans (for over a dozen years) for 'speed trains'. Words so sweet in the ears of those who know PURPOSE. But words that seem to thin-off..

It is true, first generation African leaders hardly knew their own leadership roles; Obote, Kwame, Kaunda and others of that generation were rehtorical and, labor unions often intimidated them!
They were not into material manipulation for constructive developments. Which set the stage for something else.

Second generation - Coup and overthrow makers! Were only there to spill blood and, set another stage for the revolutionaries..

The revolutionaries seem to have purpose and, know exactly what Africa needs in leadership! They also had the rare opportunity to know real HUNGER live, and one-to-one! Unlike their predessesors who knew hunger theoretically...

That too, is probably one of the main factors that ran Bashir out of office in the Sudan Republic more recently.

And, the real reason why President Museveni of Uganda might continue to occupy the State House...
Protected by: Rolex (not the watch), roasted cassava, maize, and all them road side and Street fast foods! Juices, bottled wines, Pan cakes, buiscuits, and, all them imported everything eats! And niceties.. and gamings!

The highly educated call that 'Micro Finance' activities and 'Macro Economic' broad based poverty erradicate measures.
Uganda has undaubtedly achieved that aspect of finance and economic solutions today.

People who like to poke fun and talk mindless innuendos - both inside or outside Government, also like to imagine that; the apparent possible demise of the railway, might cognitively be one-day laid at the doorsteps of haulage big-time heavy trucking concerns.

'Trains will put trucking out of work' others actually say..

Funny, but these clever guys don't seem to do 'binnoculars' to look see how trucks, trains and buses run Europe, Canada, Scandinavia, Russia, China, the Koreas et Al..

Which makes me wonder - did we Africans have any simple fundamental PURPOSES before coming of the white man? End.

War or Peace!

War – is a very attractive spouse! A beauty. The nubile call-point of Spartacus heroism. The home of attrition - once you begin her courtship, there is often nothing that might stray your attention from homing in on this target of all targets.

The practiced revolutionaries know the pros and cons of war, warmongery, illicit war trade, industrial and cosmopolitan purposes of war. The Ideological factors. The intelligential and the cadre of the regime! 

In the jurisprudence of war legislature – governments might ‘move’ against one another or against an organized threat… spurred into the act of ‘negation of a [particular] negation’; to react, strategically respond or, cogitatively preempt particular instances of clandestine war footings…

Here, once proven beyond reasonable and, [sometimes un-reasonable] doubts – that actual war were in the offing, then certain [sleepy] national interest safe-guards spontaneously spring into wakefulness… what happens in such events – may be termed as automatic mechanisms long since defined by laws of the particular nation. What therefore happens and, how they otherwise happen – depend on the laws of the particular country and, how an incumbent regime administration either works or don’t.

In fall of Gaddafi in Libya – there was a common interest factor between a handful of exiled, highly educated diasporas – who fronted for leadership change in Tripoli and, the French government of the time who had apprehended the godfather of terrorism himself – Carlos Martinez Sanchez, a Venezuelan – who the French government accused of countless violent murder of innocent French people in Paris and other places in that country back in the 1970s. Something that had included the taking hostage of a whole Olympic team from Israel in Munich 1972 Olympics.

The French regime of the day had it, that Gaddafi of Libya had been funding Carlos’s clandestine terrorism and, often shielded the terrorist – for decades frustrating French legislative and government efforts to bring Carlos to books.

While the equally frustrated Libyan Diasporas living in France wanted the French government of the time to spearhead the violent fall of Gaddafi – thus begins the Libyan part of the ‘Arab Spring’.

Regrettably though, war is a shifty hard to orchestrate dynamic and, horribly fast and destructive state of affair! One might never be able to design and time it to that [war-room] perfection; once on the move, no amount of perfect war planning can place absolute control over mounting battlefield situations.

The Libyan changes were achieved… that included the death of Col. Gaddafi himself. However, what is likely to linger on for a long time, is the traumatic experience! The desolation! The obliterated Infrastructure and the economic and human decline; a huge part of the youth, born mostly after Gaddafi’s  overthrow of King Idris, died [enmasse] along with President Gaddafi – the task, therefore, of rebuilding and psychological rehabilitation of a devastated people – who are sinking all too often in the Mediterranean Sea aboard rickety smuggler’s boats that capsize every now and again – as the traumatized people tersely make the mad rush towards crossing the sea into the safety, comfort, and hope of the European life.

Sub-Sahara Africa has a huge area of foreign experiences to draw from. The Biblical 40 year’s leadership change maxim – is a very valid set of argument and direction pointer – however, prudentially it might also be incumbent upon the potentials… to correctly and prudently assess their national human and material resource interests - that should or should not go [destructively] with the Biblical 40 years change making!

Sub-Sahara Africa, however, has a complication – the components of the African intelligentsia and, the intellectual Concourse are a disjointed and, uninformed often irrelevant [own-goal scorers]. They defeat the very purposes for their own very existence – all but otherwise wish and try to unreasonably shorten their own growth longevity. The [maxim] changes they all crave, have to always be violent – to prove that they all are not going back into their mother’s wombs – the fatalistic Amin challenge factor!

War and Peace are both a challenge!   

   

The African politics of the stomach… can the AU ride this crazy buffalo herd!

The African politics of the stomach… can the AU ride this crazy buffalo herd!

IDEOLOGY - is an old and odd herd to fathom. In the African context, this factor is complexed-by the ‘eating’ phenomena; Africa is hungry. Insufficient. Capacitiless, Wanting and largely bizarre!

 Preys to the aggressive foreign avians, as it were… because Africa might actually never unite.

The Pan African dream, as conceived by the fore-bearers of the ‘African dream’ lived and died with unfulfilment! Generation of the African Independence leadership peers, thought that they had the African vision and, what remained was only ‘good leadership’ – but hardly had they experienced the sunrise morning, than, the old “Wind of Change” was to blow them away - As a British Prime Minister was to once upon a time, see it, back then!

The Independence politicians knew nothing or very little of ‘security’ beyond the guards outside the gates. Mostly they were outsiders! Furtively at the head of anti-colonialism struggles whose [labor   union] up-rise motivations were triggered by the bully-man-ship of white rulers of Africa that time.

The post Independence ‘wind of change’ was unavoidable, since the category of men that headed the forces and security generally – knew and talked directly to the colonial powers that be, most of them had fought in the Whiteman’s World War Two - so that the figures at the head of the states throughout Africa, were flanked by a variety of forces and security heads, whose attentions were very much progressively divided.

The political leaders became ‘rhetorical’, loud and sentimental… whatever Pan African dreams they had, were to eventually be construed, as unifying Ideologies. In some Anglo-phone countries like Uganda, Prematurely, they – the post Independence administration cut-off from the Cambridge Examination and system of education. Between primary and HSC, they created new curricular-combinations. The exams were suddenly marked locally.

Anti-neocolonialism slogans and words like ‘comrade’ or ‘cadre’ or ‘elute’ now decked their rhetoric and conversations – suddenly, the recipe for the ‘wind of change’ was on the enormous menu. With it, things began to fall apart. The story differs though - from one African country to another… but the underlying thematic was the same or at least similar.

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The African is a miserly character – we shamelessly celebrate when the others sleep hungry! We insult, when we are begged! [Why don’t you work hard, you can’t beg all the time – go and work!] Yet, even the little that we pride ourselves of having achieved – were actually foreign donations. We do not stop to think, that everything we have - come as welfare - from a consortium of donors. This factor hardly ever seem to makes sense to most Africans - even leaders.

The African is a jealous character – we interfere with progressive activities of those members of our country who may hail from faraway places we don’t relate to easily. We summarily regard and dismiss them as either ‘the enemy or the poor’. It is just as well, that political systems and the laws actually curtail our meanness. But, by and large, we are tribalists. However, the cynics of our individualism perforate our tribalism.

In our ‘stomach thinking’, we promote productivity with one hand and, meddle-up productivity with the other hand. So that year in and year out, the story of development is a kind of merry-go round! War and Hunger is permanently on the front pages of African Newspapers. Our domestic animals are charred by the sun-rays – due to cultural practices and behaviors that interfere with our root management!

We are perennially experimenting with a variety of Aid/Grant based activities that seem never to solve the problem of ‘lack’ – Africa still lack so much – so that the negativity of African politics will forever remain in the ‘negative celluloid’ form  – like in the ancient photographer’s studio work. Production of the ‘positive picture’ remains an elusive challenge. That challenge is actually, what shows AU as an in-effective entity. Composed of this group of African [diaspora] minded men and women – designer suits, weird and nice everything theorists.

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If the AU were ever effective, foreign engineers wouldn’t be independently manning Africa’s infrastructure constructions. AU might have taken over direct management of especially, sewage in all the cities and towns around Lake Victoria – to allay the enormous contamination of the fresh water lake.

The AU might also have directly taken over management of solid waste throughout Africa. That is how the ‘negative celluloid’ would be washed [as in the ancient photographer’s studio]. To produce the clean ‘positive picture’ of the African environment and expose the cleaner path to the continental development.

It is safe for us who dare think, that current African Head of States, are direct signatories to all the protocols that engender the AU – they too might have to contribute in creating and cash-supplying some ‘African Bank’ that fund the activities directly managed by the AU.

So that, these African Political Heads remain what they are – Political Head of African States. Even then, the AU protocol they sign, actually take a minute bit of what their executive power is country to country.

In view of the status quo otherwise, the AU officials at their Head Quarters in Addis, might instead cause some of us Africans to hold them suspects for aggitative-indecision and inactivity also – I think it is not far from likelihood that, they, the AU officials may have poured, one too much crude Oil cartel into the fires that eventually [for example] burnt South Sudan – and nearly created difficulty for Ethiopia.

To some of us African indigenous free thinkers, the AU has to pull-up and be properly mobilizing the African Engineers and Economists – for the more committed trans-Africa infrastructure management. I mean the real hardware jobs.

It is not right – hearing of an AU official work-shopping limited ideas… advising [for example] the Nile referral – or Lake Victoria basin countries to [somehow] work towards bettering the hazardous environmental conditions inherent there-in… consultants can talk such vagueness, but not the AU. They are by virtue of their many-many mandates – planners and implementers. At least some of us readers into the purposes of the Union – believe so!   

Individual African countries are struggling… barely scratching for survival of populations. The AU cannot perennially be large [AU] painting on military trucks that are run by a group of sacrificing African countries taming [some] rebellions of the continent.

Uganda [for another example] is almost caught-up in the neediness of war-torn South Sudan! The meager agricultural output by some regions of Uganda disappears into the whirlwind of the current South Sudan situation. It is true that we cannot even [freely] afford tractors to help us roll one or two acres… and how do the experts sit around talking shop! When more than two countries have to share-in on the meager subsistence resource of one country.

Africa is vastly stranded in the politics of political change… leadership change, social services dogmatism - even with all the Universities that have mushroomed all over the continent. The job market [even at AU level] seems to be a pin-hole intake affair…

At the AU level, what are the continental planners doing? Where is the Continental Central Bank, what about the Continental Development Bank  – and, how much do African countries contribute to Africa’s collective financial weight Annually? And what is AU’s Annual Budget.. beyond secretariat funding. 

Otherwise, we can’t avoid the worry – that Africa might be massively contaminated by the sweet-toothed and threatening ‘Fifth Estate’ and the fanatic criminals within the African governments – who are actually by-products of corporate life style and the sweetness of extravagant nightlife – those laughing and ‘dancing’ ones former Apartheid President Botha talked about!               

Fifth Estate

Fifth Estate

In political [power-play] definitive terms, ‘fifth estate’ might be observed as an illegitimate, ambiguity that exists as an intertwine [influence] that network itself within the various structures of government. Parenting absurd corruptions.

Fifth Estate’s main purpose is to leech… on the juicy and nutritious body of the fat governments!

It is an [influence], which would mean that its origin is outside [the box] however, its powerful tentacles twine its way through and into every department of government – including military and other security establishments.

Once homed-in among the political and administrative classes, the fifth estate assumes supremacy…

 Consolidates itself into a very humble, fatally aggressive and money hungry group. The fifth estate is a very difficult entity to identify, relate with and get to know.  Fifteen years ago, this pseudo political -economic crime organization was largely non-existent. However today, in Uganda the fifth estate is also beginning to spread its tentacles. In Kenya, the fifth estate is known as “Mungiki”. In Uganda it might be identified with activities of “Kifeci” though, even Kifeci’s activities might not be influential enough to merit having their tentacles thickly twined into various departments of government, like it is with ‘Mungiki’.

After the recent electoral violence that sent Kenyans into Uganda [as exiles] for the first time – ‘Mungiki’ became a vivid political player… today, the pseudo-political crime based entity has their tentacle in various government offices. It has also gotten various local community organizations under its umbrella and several NGOs and global aid organizations assist their shadowy projects.  The crime-based foundation of these ‘WaOrdinary’ communities is also slowly changing characteristics – so that today, the fattening “criminals” run very legitimate concerns. In Nairobi, the story of the transformation of [Mathare and Kibera] are no longer some shameful shanty of shacks on the backside of [Ngong road, or Thika road].

One area of Mungiki influence is at the Cargo handling Mombasa port. It is also public knowledge that the Labor Unions in Mombasa are cramped with Mungiki Influences… what has for decades affected the handling of Cargo – especially those Uganda-bound – that the criminals leech on them! Is also public knowledge.

After the killing in Kampala of Ugandan AIGP Kaweesi and the acceptance by President Museveni, that “Criminals have [infiltrated] Uganda Police” – it now becomes safe for some of us free and independent thinkers – to also weigh-in with this sort of analysis, to highlight the background of this matter.

It is my guess, that if an equivalent of Mungiki exists in Uganda, it might be at an embryo level… though it is also possible, that the embryo is effective – also considering fact that there are scores of various former fighters or retired members of the forces loose in the country.

As a writer, Book Author and Researcher, this is an area of interest to me.

DIALECTICAL SPIRITUALISM

DIALECTICAL SPIRITUALISM

[Dialectical Spiritualism] – Marx and Engel’s powerful materialism theory has a spirituality root. Though their students around the world prefer and want to expound more on major aspects – especially those of the ‘economic and political rule’ factors.

It appears, we Africans have been meditating too much on the ‘revolutionary’ aspects – for the end game of attainment of political and economic [material] wealth power. Moreover, to get there, it has always been through the over amplified political activism… and mobilized ‘proletariat’ violence – seen as popular and colorful if often violent revolt!

Though Marx and Engels theory plays out as holistic, the early generation students of the nineteenth and twentieth century’s implementing groups, hardly ever looked seriously at the scope of ‘dialectical spiritualism’ – probably due to how the Leninists initially down-graded religion – and, probably thereby creating the negation of ‘dialectical spiritualism’. So that, today, as the world advanced into the digital age, the real root of this enormous thinking still remain hidden.

However, what to me is probably more tenable [in thought] is fact that the dialectical thinking of ancient times… whose unfolding include the solid fundamental revolutionaries and the many-many fanciful and romantic revolutionaries; Lenin, Stalin and down the revolutionary lines to Castro, Che Guevara and the host of their African followers oversimplified the Marx and Engel dialectical thinking to media loaded undue proletariat type African violence…

Simple – the ‘dialectical spiritualism’ factor I am trying to freely visualize and expound seems to me as ruling over all factors including political, economic and militancy factors.

FAUST, the German tragedian grand heavenly play is to me the indicator to the root of dialectical thinking in all its varied components... This to me again, on the other hand seems to manifest itself in that ‘Fine Art Student’ College conflict of Vienna that is historically said to have eventually plunged the world into the two main world wars! So that, in our twenty first century, we should see that vision of the fine artist.

That whole backlog of world literature still does not specifically address themselves to the African Continent. We have therefore been aping, following and part stage [Shakespeare] players – deftly trekking after ideological principles we actually do not know how to identify with.

To get wind of my direction, one needs to sample certain aspects of world history - as supplementary to or actually part play, in the implementation of the dialectics.

In the old East, ‘Dr. Zivako’ captures it very well – while in the west ‘Clark Gable in [Gone…]equally captures the western aspect very well.

The modernist history plays itself out finally highlighted by the Western and Eastern confrontation over the [Iron Curtain] beginning with Gary Power’s U2 [the point of entry for Pan Africanism] with FAUST’ tragedy [Nazi] power-play fitting well in that ‘dialectical materialism’ locking of horns over Nazism... What eventually creates space for the writing of current history?

Two previously missing pieces of the zig-saw puzzle, were Africa’s entry points into the dialectical materialism as played-out between the old ‘Communism and Capitalism’. Seen through the old lenses that focuses on the spy plane U2 politics and, on the other hand, Che and Fidel seen playing golf on the green courses vacated by the Belgians in the old Katanga.

Today – Ugandan political opinionated and discussants, like their brothers around Africa, search for the “Ideological” way-forward; they are looking for ‘theories’ that might help blend our local thinking with that of the International political, social and economic ideologies.

In my own view, I think the African search should start with the understanding of ‘dialectical spiritualism’ as part of the teachings of Marx and Engel that is not so clearly absorbed in Africa. Bearing in mind that, despite the old Curtain wars… actually Marx and Engel theories weren’t exactly Communist nor even Capitalist - but rather theories that exacted the functions of systems based on their material needs and applications.

Africans therefore in my thinking need to be less followers of the old fundamental and even charismatic revolutionaries - but to heck-out newer lines of thinking based on the zig-saw puzzle pieces I observed above. Here, I am open to critical views and challenges on my direction of thinking and interpretation of that ancient dialectical thought. It is only an attempt at looking more closely at life. END

The Girl who Changed a Tradition

The Girl Who Changed a Tradition

Short Story

Sam Mwaka-karama

She looked. Then walked and looked back again her heart skipped… knocked her toe and stumbled two then three steps. She bent forward looking. No blood! A burning hot pain, that was all - must hurry, it was getting dark! Abeca hurried along she should have left earlier. Now you see, she had feared to take her early escape all this time… everybody in the village seemed to be looking at her – and strangely, even to make matters worse, her own aunt Lakwel did not understand.

“What did I tell you Abeca?” Aunty Lakwel had been angry and also doing all she could to keep her voice down and solicitous at the same-time. There were people within earshot… “Nen ba – the elders have already been here and, your issue has now been resolved! You can’t change what the elders have agreed upon: Wife heritage is a tradition. That culture will fight you”.

“A-a it is enough Auntie, I don’t want that man” said Abeca decisively

“Do you know what you are talking about?”

“Auntie I know exactly what I am talking about – my husband died and was buried; I can’t take another man even if he is his cousin brother… well maybe. Just maybe!”

 Abeca fell silent for a moment… bit on her lower lip contemplatively; she shuddered at the thought of having to sleep with Ogil Lajok for the rest of her life!

“Abeca stop playing around, you are not a little girl ‘just maybe’ what! Say it!”

“Maybe if it was someone else and not Ogil Lajok, I might have considered”

“That is a load of rubbish to say Abeca – it is the tradition you have to respect; do you know these people, you could wind-up dead”.

“Auntie, that is exactly what I want to get away from… there seem to be too many of very dark secrets in Larwecce here and I have come to hate this place ever since Ulaa-wiic died”. They fell silent another moment… slowly the charged atmosphere passed.

“Dok cen… go back Abeca – life is not like that; I also need you here which is why I introduced you to Ulaa-wiic… he was such a good looking nice person. A brave hunter - only to be put down by a Buffalo just after fatally spearing it; the short period you have been married to him here, things had become a lot easier for me – please go back to Ugil Lajok… you will get used to each other and eventually live well”.

“I was married to a good looking strong and brave hunter, Aunty, he is dead and gone – it is you who introduced me to Larwecce village people; it is not right to try to tie me down here for the rest of my life – to an ugly, invalid, poetic, lyrical Lukeme or Nanga and Adungu crooner” – what will the crooners sentiments help me? Help me cry all my life?

Auntie Lakwele Ukato - wanted even begged Abeca to stay – she had pleaded with her niece the day before, had tried to wring-out some agreeable commitment from her niece but it wouldn’t work. Things otherwise were falling to pieces between Auntie Lakwel and her niece Abeca.

Abeca couldn’t stand living with Ugil Lajok.

To Abeca, worst problem with Ugil was first of all his hideous looks having been born with a crack down his upper lip and a breakage down between his front teeth to give him a scatter-mouth and then, elongated spread-out front teeth. It was hard for a young woman to look at that face for a long moment. Let alone play a whole lifetime wife…

Even to further compound matters Ugil’s squint eyes were cataract blinded; even though at least his left eye had some small slot and through the thinned-out membranes of the cataract Lajok could see with strain and difficulty.

Ugil Lajok was talented otherwise in a weird sort of way, in days gone-by not long ago when his cousin brother Abeca’s husband Ulaa-wiic was still alive; the guy often played his Lukeme or sometimes Nanga in accompaniment with his haunty songs. The ugly crooner spread his poetic lyrical poverty through sometimes terribly dark nights… at first, as a newly married young woman less than a year before death of her husband; Abeca had even enjoyed Ugili’s crooning. Often in company of her great hunter husband, she had felt elated by the songs of the blind ugly man.

She had walked. And walked. The little numbness she had felt when she knocked her toe had gone. She was walking east then after crossing the Acwaa River, she would head north.

The sun had just gone down over the vast horizon. Crickets chirped. And the Ayweri bird scraped its last sundowner cried; wrrrret, wrrrret, wrrrret, wrrrrret, wrrrrret… she looked. And true the Ayweri bird was perched on top of an anthill a little way from the scanty trail she was following. The bird of the sunset had also seen her. Abeca mouthed her own self-blessing invoking the spirits of her ancestry to walk with her – suddenly, the fears all vanished.

The moon was still high on the eastern horizon at sundown. So that the night was immediately cloudless, clear. She could see very far. Another night bird had started her continuous nonstop song; tot tot tot tot tot tot tot tot tot tot tot tot tot… then the song of the children came to her mind in rhythm with the beat of that night bird; the song “Langwinye ki moo” . Now she really walked.

Her loincloth Udiye’e made of softened animal skin felt loose over her front and and lightly slapped her behind rhythmically.  She had several rounds of colorful beads on her waistline, round her wrists and neck. Abeca was bare feet and had nothing to cover her tiny molds of breasts. She held a small animal skin Kibeggu bundle whose long strap passed over her head to her other shoulder.

Abeca was young in her teenage and was childless. Her husband the hunter Ulaa-wiic died when they had only lived together one hunting dry season. It was in the second dry season that he died in the wilderness. Abeca had defied her favorite Auntie; Lakwele Ukato. And hardly did she know, but as she walked away that night – in her womb was a little fetus, pregnancy of the dead hunter. The man she loved had left her a seed! She was walking away towards another life. A change!

The Writer: Sam Mwaka-karama – Is an Independent Thinker, Author and Blogger      

AFRICA - Disorganized Development and Development by destructive medium

AFRICA - Disorganized Development and Development by destructive Mediums

Sam Mwaka-karama

AFRICA – is certainly developing. There is no doubt about that one. What seems to pose challenges, in visualizing the scopes of its small advances, is the modality by which African developments are being forged.

To appreciate this enormous landscape and see clearly through the maze of reality and mythology, one needs to imagine Africa’s developments by blocks of country characteristics and, in the comparative analysis it is possible to make-out what slows African developments.

Prominently, two things appear; firstly the countries that are developing by ‘disorganization and forgery’ and the countries that are developing by ‘destructive mediums’.

This is the deep-end view that might not actually make sense to un-practiced random and shifty shallow thinking people.

In shifty and shallow appraisals firstly, the tendency is to look at Africa’s development from its under-development: by dwelling on donor Aid and Grant mismanagement as the sole base for the imperative analysis. This is mostly visible in what many of the newspaper writers discuss in their articles - daily.

It is of cause true that over the past five decades the developed world committed and often wrote-off huge sums of Aid and Grant funds injected in various African Countries for development purposes.

While it is also true that similarly huge amounts have been availed off the developed world to help Africa meet certain emergencies; both natural and also man made – but then as the usual African newspaper writers often digest – all these [aid and grants] inputs seem to disappear below the surface through the vicious sinkhole into the enormous [corruption-land] below the sea; where the ‘demons of economies’ consort with the fat Mafia Hokes and other strangers and ‘Duple Gangers’ and irate crazy nibblers. So that what actually takes place down there in the dungeon of the economic bottomless pit defies all manner of audit and accountability.

Development by disorganization

 Under this first ‘country category’ characteristics – defining those African states that are developing by disorganized means; most Ugandan newspaper writers often compare that category with previously [second world countries]; like Singapore and Malaysia or perhaps Bangladesh whose GDP were perhaps somehow at par with those of some East African countries like Uganda; way back in the 1960s as they decolonized and thus became Independent.

And today in the continued comparative analysis – the local writers often wonder how Uganda for example is left standing as; the Asian countries have leaped into First World status. Ugandans seen stranded in that comparative note and, the discussants can’t identify what makes the Asians move while Uganda is on ‘Mark Time’ and the ‘forward’ command is absent!

In my view, it does appear to me as if to explain this situation in answering the newspaper contributors’ questions - observed over a long time; we have to look back at the modalities of ‘skills and technology’ transfers applied after decolonization of most Asian countries – how did the Asians move?

 In the first instance, those Asian countries were catapulted into second world status by factors of European ‘Industrial technology and skills’ transfer that bolstered base Asian industrial developments.

Huge Industries were built under license, offered by the parent Industries from Britain and Europe; to many of the Asian countries including; India, Pakistan, Hong Kong, Malaysia, Singapore, Taiwan and others… those European licensed Asian industries quickly developed outlets for their finished products in Africa.

Many of the African newspaper contributors also penalize Africa’s former colonial masters with undue exploitation of Africa! They seem to be convinced that the colonialists left Africa without Infrastructures.

They don’t remember for the sake of their younger readers that; for example East African Community EAC was colonially created between Kenya Uganda and Tanzania.

The character of the Community was modeled on logistical Infrastructure; Comprising the Railway and Harbor, Post and telecommunication, Airways and Air Traffic Control. To mention the main structures only – otherwise the Community had included East African Currency Board that capped and controlled the Banking systems with a single East African Currency. These Infrastructures were otherwise unfortunately dismantled by the Independent states of the EAC barely ten years after Independence.

For our local newspaper contributors to continually and repetitively claim that the Colonial masters exploited our EAC countries or left us without infrastructures - is redundant gossip: Uganda’s railway was cannibalized by Ugandans! While Kenya preserved and still runs its antique Locomotive steam Engine Trains; Ugandans ruthlessly scrapped the entire system and, were chopped-up and sold as scrap! Bought-up by foreign scrap buyers abroad.

The Asian countries often cited by the Ugandan newspaper contributors had very long history of advantageous Diaspora life – with their citizens as early as the 1800s and for others even earlier migrating to Britain, Europe and the United States, Canada and Australia where they engaged in serious skills and knowledge developments including University Education and, Industrial Apprenticeship working in Steel Industries and various other manufacturing and fabrication or building construction industries; accumulating knowledge and skills that became more than just handy back in their Asian countries after decolonization.

The building of the Harbors in the East African coastline and, subsequent building of the railway tracks from Mombasa to Kampala – labored for by the Indians under the British Engineers clearly confirm the knowledge and skills transfer factor am talking about; that we Africans picked these things along the way as the Colonial authorities involved us in the works; step by step!

While many of our Diaspora migrants now living abroad, are learners and Apprentice in the software skills and mostly engage in teaching or lecturing jobs. The difference is; while the Asian Diaspora of pre-decolonization eras went for the heavy industries, our own Ugandan Diaspora fellows of today are mostly into the software.

So that comparatively, we are not likely to get values in human resources out of our own now living in the Diaspora. This is why we might not merit well in the next level of our African developments: Oil Industry, Steel mining and processing, the next levels of buildings, roads and railways construction.

With our brands of Diaspora migrants abroad whose sole interests are grounded in white collar jobs; Barristers, Economists, Educationists, ICT, Managers, Cinema Music and entertainments, Hospitality and many other social driver professions.

It is certainly true also that back home in Uganda for example, these white collar trainings are hugely in the works also with graduates coming out in droves annually.

So that, the heavier industries will perennially remain our skills and expertise deficiency point – where the heavy industries will remain a difficult economic works area, if at all established, like Oil is in Uganda, what might be driven by the foreigners. 

Developments by Destructive mediums         

Though Somalia is an extreme example, it is also the best under the circumstances; because, despite the constant war, internally the country has been forging forward even if it has been a [Bomoa na Kujenga] with the rebuilding element much-much slower than the destroying element. So that the country could have actually been in a state of progressive stagnation.

Otherwise Somalia has a huge human resource in the workable Oil and heavy logistics industries – mostly developed in the African Diaspora. Somalia’s overseas Diaspora Immigrants are probably the richest in the World.

However their wealth mostly belong to the [end thing justify the means] dirty money and blood money of the laundering type category. It is also these often questionable massing of dirty money and the means by which they were made – that breed the negative human resource responsible for the laying of the state to waste… as failed state.

Here I would imagine that religious extremism; which actually only plays the catalyst to the ‘destructive medium’ - is more the opportunistic ailment that take advantage of the actual genesis of crime-driven vicious circles of conflict and bloodbath. The extremist religions only take opportunity of an existent characteristically self destructive genetics in the people of a particular country… 

African analysts writing in the newspapers only apply [cosmetics and perfumery] analysis and avoid the genecology of country characteristics and, its role in rendering the host or mother or maybe father country dysfunctional, obsessively violent or xenophobic and self centered.***          

"The [Buddy-can-you-spare-a dime} Depression"

“The [Buddy-can-you-spare-a dime} Depression”

Sam Mwaka-karama

The Lehman Brothers and JPMorgan Chase and others – were said to have been at the eye of the spiraling down the MF Global’s - Financial Crisis of 2008/2012… also known as the’ Global Credit Crunch’ is a phenomenon that still challenges the world’s leading ‘Schools of Economics’ to this day.

The staggering ‘Wuthering Heights’ reached its pinnacle point of eventual total collapse in September 2011. When the World’s original massive mustard had come down.

The causes of the greatest global financial crises were analytically defined by leading economic analysts as being massive unscrupulous money transfers:

 “It took huge taxpayer-financed bail-outs to shore up the industry. Even so, the ensuing credit crunch turned what was already a nasty downturn into the worst recession in 80 years. Massive monetary and fiscal stimulus prevented a buddy-can-you-spare-a-dime depression, but the recovery remains feeble compared with previous post-war upturns.”  Wrote The Economist

The cause factors that broadly included European banks trading in US Bonds and, roofless credit hand-outs that were also ill regulated bank activities - at a time when there was a curious housing boom that created the bubbles – is anyway not part of this blog entry discussion.

Africa: lessons not learnt…

Roughly six years since the crisis that nearly collapsed the Global Financial Systems – Africa still largely show signs of not learning. It is not that anybody might be against practices that challenge foreign investors in say like, in my country Uganda – no! Far from it!

It just simply is not right to allow certain financial practices to take place in a small poor country like Uganda – such practices that have affected Global finance and, created crisis of the proportions above.

It is true that the collapse of World Trade – especially foreign trade factors whose finances were regulated by ‘Documentary credit’ – now replaced by telegraphic and other digital cash transfers systems, might seem insecure in countries of Africa. Africa still needs the documentary credit trading systems.

Collapse of World Trade – created several other trade zones; new mustards – the biggest being BRIC and other countries who seek to maintain perhaps what they envisage as the more secure modalities of trade – since even seen from a lay perspective; unregulated trade and logistics actually eats into the profitability of trade. Holding most economies in in-direct stagnation.

Shipping Costs and Insurances…

It is a blatant lie – to claim that Global Maritime Shipping rates worldwide are realistic. Trade volumes have over the last thirty years increased more than tenfold: example if Uganda imported 100 vehicles per month 30 years ago – today it is much-much more than 300 hundred cars a month.

Ships on the high seas were less in number than they are now. The models of ships have more than doubled in capacity than they were 30 years ago – however, a car shipped say from Nagoya to Mombasa or Dar es Salaam that time was freighted at US$ 800= while the same cargo today is freighted at US$ 1,500 or 3,000 for higher capacities or containerized US$ 4,000 and above…. Here very obviously, the shipping rates are unfair!!! The economics do not tally hence; some of us stick our necks to tell the powers that be that – World Maritime Logistics and [Insurance] by and large eat into the profitability of the trade. It has posed tremendous challenges onto the viability of the African Export trade – hence the enormous trade imbalance and despite tremendous increase in Agricultural output, the actual benefit to the local citizen is nonexistent. It is the value adding industries that benefit… though shipping rates dig into the profits.

I have said it – if you thought I was waging whatever against the beloved foreigners living in my country – you are mistaken! - ‘East or West Home is Best’. A good foreigner in a country can be seen – a bad foreigner in a country can also be seen. A bad law can be seen and a good law can also be seen. It is Ignorance that always prescribes JAIL for critics... The problems still remain Global!!!

                The writer is an Independent Thinker, Author and Blogger  

Kite Spirit - talking about my next Book; what is it all about

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 4^th 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 4^th 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 1^st 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 4^th 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”.*