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Marrying the right person is sheer luck,and I consider myself lucky!

By Peter Gwokto via the UAH Forum,

Gwokto La’Kitgum

Attending schools in Montreal and Halifax, I came thru experience with our Ugandan/African sisters the recall of which still floods my skin with goosebumps. For better and/or for worse, I think God was right in denying me what I rightly believed I deserved – I still don’t know why I thought so. I dated quite a number hoping they held the same principle of Africans for Africans or that ours is ours but mine is mine for to me, nothing of the female species would replace my Ugandan sisters. Fortunately for me (but unfortunate at those moments) , none of my Solomon lyrics or Herculean muscle displays converted into any sexual scores however close I got to these high-value targets. Today, while the memory exists, its grown dark moulds that I cannot dare delve into recalling for fear of sickening my guts.

If I may say, these sisters of ours come expecting more greener pastures than we – the men – hope to graze. Few men believe they will achieve what they came for with such speed and geometric precision as the women think. The sad thing is that it seems to work just that way since men lean towards longterm/long-lasting strategies for the future (sacrificing the present to gain the future) while the women (competitive among themselves as they are), strive for very short-term and easy-to-achieve plans using the best springboard available – the male victims. Now, I ask the diaspora women in the forum for forgiveness as this is not a generalization but a trend for most. In fact, across nationality lines in the diasporas there are more children between Ugandan women and nonUgandan men than between non-Ugandan women and Ugandan men (fellow country folks who understand their cultures and way of life). Many have thrown out their Ugandan men for non-Motherlanders. In most cases, these non-Motherlanders are not sought for love, family or long-term marital plans but to quickly replenish the purse. And I have seen situations where after the joyride is over, our sisters have come back to haunt brothers for a ‘second chance’ – probably with a side-bag of extra mouths to feed. That is not fair.

Now having said all this, here is the twist: I have been married almost nine years to a Jamaican woman you would pass, not just for an Acholi, woman but for the girl-next-door – where parents know each other and both saw you grow up. The much demanded and much adored Acholi women have all become just like the rest. Sorry folks but truth better be told. In the case of the girl-next-door, there is no room for error because the resulting hurt from a sour relationship will sink deeper into the parents’ bones than the couple’s. However, it is also the reason marrying the boy or girl next-door is resilient to the challenges of troubled marriages. When I see other Jamaican women, I still ask myself if my wife is really Jamaican yet at the end of the day’s head-scratching dilemma I settle down to reminisce and thank God for blocking my desperately unsuccessful adventures with my African sisters at graduate schools, Some were not even attending school yet they raised their standards so high and tagged my tel. number among the ‘most-unwanted’ male calls on call-display.

In later years, as I acquired my first “real” job, a sure bi-weekly cheque (this time not from Tim Hortons or Dunkin Donuts, my previous employers), a car, a crib, etc, I began to receive more frequent phone calls than ever before. The irony of the calls was that they were not from new UFOs (Unidentified Female Objects) but from the same old bitches who are now keen to greet “Hi. Long time no see”. In the past, I would have missed a heartbeat if they ever decided to call me – which never happened except when I made the call to them.

To be honest, my observation log, created to peer-review my wife has been empty because she just beat all the odds out of me. Believe me, I am not sucking up to her but I am beginning to think marrying the right person is beyond culture/tradition, personality, ethnicity, race, nationality, finance, etc. It is sheer LUCK and I consider myself lucky. Since marrying her, I have also stopped asking why I never win any draws or lottery because I found out that I already have the biggest jackpot I would ever dream of winning – my Jamaican wife. And for 9 years we have been going to the same church, shared the same friends, and buried my father, her father and her mother. We participate in a regional marriage retreat every year at which we are always the youngest couple yet we have made friends from Montreal to Vancouver and from Ottawa to Atlanta – mostly for the fun of it. She even sends money to my mother in Kitgum without asking me – something she adamantly believes is a matter of responsibility, not a bribe.

There is something else that can sustain, not control, a relationship: religion. My wife and I do not wear our religion up our sleeves but being a part of the religious community pre-occupies our spare time with friends, volunteering with the elderly and youth, etc but most of all learning from the mistakes of a well-intentioned group of normal families who face the same daily rigmarole of life, seeing and discussing as a couple how they deal with challenges, and striving to avoid them in our marriage. Believe me, we are not the radical born-again type but we have the common fear of God and the common belief in a Supernatural Being. By all means, I enjoy a drink at home and out with friends who themselves know I can dump them at a wink for a church or community related agenda. I am also one of those who are more inclined to the Jewish faith than to Christianity because I simply don’t believe the only way to heaven is through Jesus as the Bible says (meaning no good Moslem or Buddhist qualifies), or that God will not heed to your prayers unless it is wired through and delivered by Jesus. But I pray and thank God everyday for strength, direction and blessings. Hardly are my prayers re-routed through Jesus. I talk directly to Him. Can you imagine your elder brother telling you that Bid Daddy (your father) will not pay your school fees unless the message is delivered by your brother? If I could tald to my earthly late father directly, why would the Almighty God request the service of a middleman called Jesus. It is good to have God in your family life. Whether you want to relate to him seriously or not, I beg you recognize that there is a God to help, strengthen and guide you in dealing with people – especially your spouse.

Probably the one thing I like to learn when I visit other couples in their homes is nothing. That is because a relationship should be ‘normal’ – not overpowered by wealth or overwhelmed by poverty. In between, everyone should strive to be Happy with existing possessions, family and friends. When I leave a married friends’ house without learning anything (good or bad) it probably means their’s was a ‘normal’ relationship where everything is just as they were meant to be: normal and happy, leaving me with nothing to criticize. Most of our sisters prefer leaping to the jet engine without learning to fly the propeller. I grew up in a family where I failed to understand whether we were poor or rich. But one thing I know is that I have more ‘things’ around me now than in my father’s house. But the question is ‘do they make me any poorer or richer?’. Not really, but they make me happier. My wife and I believe in appreciating what we have, what we do, and what people do for us. The one thing I also remember growing up is that my father never ever did any disciplining. That was left to that heavy-handed woman I call Mother. Life with my father was always practical – gardening, hunting, guntotting, walkabouts, and full of like-father-like son learning activities. Dude didn’t have time to discipline kids. We never feared our father but we would hesitate to assess the reason Mama is calling before hurrying to see her with a lump in the throat.

Can we, men, be a problem in a relationship? Of course, yes. In fact, husbands are more prone to creating marital problems than wives. I think the most common and over-looked mistake by men is making themselves feared by the rest of the family instead of striving to be respected. I do not want my wife and child to suck up to me because they fear me. I would rather they respected than feared me. Respect is earned, but fear is instilled – thru. various methods. Yet many men relish in telling their buddies how their wives and children fear them. Up here where I live, there are Ugandan sisters who rasied their bars so high for years they ran out of ‘eggs’ – menopaused, worthless. Some have fathered kids by diplomats who were recalled while others just cherish manufacturing children with ‘renowned’ jailbirds – those with frequent air miles for ‘doing time’.

I do not believe in breaking families – especially where children are involved. Money, surely is the root of all evil. But if I may ask, does everyone rank money above the family?. That is a ridiculous Yes answer. I hope it is not the man who thinks so. What happened to the idea of a shared bank account for mortgage, utility bills, children’s needs, etc which are the responsibility of both spouses irrespective of who earns more? What happened to a personal account for the man – to freely access and share evenings drink with friends at a joint? I never want my wife to ask me evey month if the mortgage went through because it will start to irritate me. So the best thing if for her to see it herself from the mortgage account that both of us have access to than bother me. That is one potential irritant down – especially being asked when you should be mentally unwinding after a long days work.

The 1977 Beauty Contests were the best so far In Uganda

Abenakyo broke all records when she made it to the top five of the Miss World Beauty Pageant. The 22-year-old beauty also managed to bring home the first-ever Miss World Africa crown.

By Peter Gwokto via UAH forum,

The most pathetic excuse any one can use to distinguish enthicity in Uganda is skin tone or complexion. There are millions of Southerners who are darker than midnight – even darker than Besigye (who himself is past midnight). And there are millions of Northerners with light skin tone – whatever you Southerners rank as darker. It is better being referred to as dark skinned. This silly reference to skin-tone (something many of you have the audacity to term color difference) between northerners and southerners is the reason not a single Ugandan woman survives the first screening at the beauty peagent outside Uganda. Out there, reality strikes real hard when our national winner finds her chubby elephantine legs, shaggy door-lugging hips and her Cosby-wide nose will do her in on the first attempt faster than dessertfication of the Sahel. She just gives up on seeing the tall, red-skinned and white-teethed Himba girl from the most primitive part of Namibia, and the tall, dark and barely baldheaded Dinka or Shilluk from Sudan (just like Wek), the wirery Somalian girl with the skin-tone of an anthill, and the thin, healthy and voluptous-looking Wollof Senegalese. The common denominator for these God’s bits of wood is that they are as naturally beautiful as any species wants to be – this is God trying to outdo his own creation with another. Then, bring in the daughters of Labongo to deliver uncomprisingly thunderous results.

For obvious reasons, every Miss Uganda from the south or central is judged winner because she appears lighter than the northerner. The problem is that these southeners are selected by default (predetermined) instead of allowing Darwins theory of natural selection where the fittest is used to mean one endowed with phenotypic characteristics) .
To-date all the southern winners have been blowing it and ashaming the country for being booted on first attempt on a regular basis that Ugandan girls now fear winning the peageant show locally.

Folks, those swimsuits are not made for those famed Ugandan emfuta booties. Only Gadhafi used like them that way – and frozen, from Mountains of the Moon. There is a lot unmentionables to be discovered in these worrior female forms who once ruled Egypt. Now, I see all these todlers in the forum raisng eyebrows – of course, Nubians ruled Egypt for thousands of years until Alexandre brought pokopoko.

I remember as a young man (well, 14 is not really a young man in Uganda unless you are an alterboy) in primary watching a Miss Uganda peagent on tv at the Seargents Mess in Mbuya in 1977 (that’s one good thing with Amin’s regime; children were never killed or ‘safehoused’. Were it Kaguta’s time, this Acholi twit would be the youngest safehouse boarder for trespassing the barracks – at night). Guess who the winner was – Miss Karamoja, folks. Rosemary Nachuge, a student-teacher of Moroto TTC beat the crap out of the Namayanjas and Asimwes. That was the best peageant show I ever saw. The question periods were the most interesting – bwoyyy oh bwoyy ..! you should hear the Nalubegas, Nandutus and Karohoros murder English while Nachuge ranted it like it was her first languange. And she knew her geography, her history, her civics, her tourism, her Ugandan societies (unlike some MPs who graduate thinking Anyanya is a tribe in Uganda)… Please, ask UTV to rebroadcast this peagent and I swear you will believe what I mean. It was hosted at Silver Springs hotel. I remember it like it was yesterday. Above all, this K’jong UFO was da’bomb…! beeeeeeeeeeautiful, walahi…! For the cultural attire she wore K’jong soft goat-skin skirt embroidered with beads and cowrie shells and a beautifully beaded apron for the ‘front’ with red and yellow copper bangles – men were squinting so hard to see through the apron but were grievingly disappointed. The following day, my elder brother (kind’of father figure) actually took me to see and meet this K’jong – God’s last clay at a ‘muchomo firewoks’ at the home of then Min. of Info and Broadcasting, William Naburi. I was young with a bell-bottom wider than a winowing basket and got away with fluking many high-class parties.

Rosemary was – I still can’t describe her – was a goddess who surely fell from the skies – founder Kintu was just a fluker from Ssese island. The amazing thing is that not a single looser or tribe challenged her win because the proof was in the pudding folks – out in the open. I could have even been a judge and chosen the right one. She won high and dry.

Nachuge went back to finish school and teach but the next thing I heard – holie cow..! was that Maj. Abdallah Nassur was breathing down her neck as then Governor of Karamoja Province – I believe, at gun point. Well, he could have gotten away with it anyways because that time the Karachuna warriors didn’t have AKs and G3s yet. But I was the most-very disappointed studd.

Ugandans aren’t really divided!

By Peter Gwokto via UAH forum,

Ugandans have always been a united people. We are just not able to organize before some rotten mind comes from nowhere to add the tribal chemical formula to the unity periodic table. If you think Ugandans aren’t united, try inside the various tribes themselves. At least tribes fear each other but inside every tribe is a volcano of different issues imploding within with unimaginable intensity – clan squabbles, land issues, rebels, marriage, etc. We tend to overlook these Achilles heels yet, in fact, they are the reasons we become who and what we are in the broader incremental levels of society. If we can’t bring ourselves to resolve the most immediate how can we face up to the broader distant issues?.
Our precolonial elders, kings and chiefs tolerated one another and, above all, went to the point of helping and hiding one another. But they had a common enemy- distinctly foreign, distinctly white and distinctly un-African (as un-African as he could be) because anything African was condemned while the reverse was held civilized and holy. These days, the enemies don’t just look like us; they are us and are among us. Nowadays, my enemy’s enemy is my friend, literally – with Museveni being both the enemy and the friend to everyone and everybody, turning us against one another irrespective of a common language, culture, or shared region. Each time I think of this point, I am reminded of my Prof. Apollo Nsibambi(R.I.P); how he used to defend Buganda and wiggle his tail in the face of Obote’s government and specifically to Northern students in his class.

Former Prime Minister Apolo Nsibambi

Most of all,I am equally impressed by how Museveni silenced Nsibambi over the same issues by bottling his mojo in an Ankole milk gouard to the extent the professor started barking in a different language and from a different bush in Uganda. He was nakedly tail-less in the presence of his own people. I could be wrong – maybe he just saw the light and was trying to undo the Obote-time rhetoric.

I too, like many others in UAH, were ‘coerced’ by Abbey into joining the forum. I have received a few bruises myself and effectively delivered a number to edgy forumists. For some of us who have been browsing since Al Gore invented the internet, we have learnt resilience but above all, learnt to accept the views of others however lethal. Yet, above all else, we have learnt to open up. That’s why there are idiots in this forum who glean raw discussions and submit them as news to Uganda newspapers – papers who are just as stupid to publish them without verifying source and fact because there is an empty column to fill. There are over a million Ugandans registered in this forum including MPs and ministers. Probably they laugh at Ekkissodde and I doing the sibling rivalry thingi, sometimes talking serious issues and occasionally lynching each other with such ferocious verbal assaults only a spear or a gun could bring it to end. Yet I am reminded of many teachers telling students that the only dumb question is that which has not been asked. Well, that means the person harbouring the question is also dumb – so are the thousand silent ones on this forum. Afterall, we are known for electing MPs who do not know the country’s peoples and when, after nearly 20yrs in parliament and in their 40s, still refer to citizens derogatively and get away with ignorance as an excuse is a pathetic characteristic of illinformed electorates. Perhaps parliamentary candidates should be given written tests in social studies, history/civics, and geography to screen their understanding of Uganda before they invoke ‘ignorance’ as defence. I thought I once heard that ‘ignorance’ of the law (society) is no excuse for a crime/offence?.
In the West, it would be game-over.

“The north needs a leader that can unite all those groups to work together”. Not just the north, although I understand the emphasis. The unity must first accept our social, cultural, and economic diversity as well as the interdependencies and symbiosis. For the most part, politics in African traditional societies were a subdued affair and intertwined, loosely, with the cultural and economics fabrics of a society. African societies never entertained politics as it is today because of its divisive nature. Above all, when all is over and done, contemporary African politics often immunizes itself against reconciliation thereby breeding anger, contempt, hatred, etec. We watch as Clinton and Obama rip themselves with obviuos ‘hatred’ and contempt. But Western politics, unlike African politics, harmonizes itself immediately a leader in chosen.
With us, a loser countinues to be pounded even when he is flat on the ground, insults fly forever, and even at the helm of power the winner still wants the looser deader than dead because he challenged during campaigns. Finally, those of you in Kyeyoland should visit Ottawa and see how Ugandans live and interact with one another. You would want to ‘enforce’ this relationship in Uganda.

We should blame the individuals committing crimes, not the president!

Kasese Clashes Commander Maj. Gen Peter Elwelu

By Peter Gwokto via UAH forum,

I am beginning to think Amin is walloping in Allah’s heavenly glory because the number of unproven murder charges verbalized against him far outweigh the real incidents – if any can be directly linked to him such as Oboth, Oryema, Lowum and Kiwanuka. We can’t ignore the fact that more have been brutally murdered in this regime than Amin’s. However, death is death and every dead body on the streets and safehouses is somebody’s father, son, husband, brother, and sister – a loss to someone. Period.

The commission of sin is not transferrable. Let no ‘bad element’ convince himself that killing an innocent man or woman is the responsibility of the leader he serves. This may be the case here on earth but before God we are responsible for the sins we knowingly committed. There is no communual responsibility for or ownership of a sin even though we are quick to assert that the Acholi or Banyankole or Kakwa were killers. So is forgiveness: there are two levels of forgiveness – by the victim and by God. The two are very separate. There are also two levels of confession: thru repentence to God and apology to the victim. On bended knees, repenting to God in tears isn’t enough absolution until you receive forgiveness from the victim.
My family lost a couple, too but my late grandfather (a devoted Catholic to the bones) warned the clan against blaming others because we knew specifically who some of the killers were. I was too young but I caught wind of most of these challenges. Just because a political situation offers a great opportunity to murder and get away with it, does not mean you will escape in the heavenly court. I went to Comboni College in Lira for sec. sch. in the early 80s. 1km between the school and Ngetta experimental farm were two huge homes being eaten away by weeds. The occupant families could not maintain them beacause the true owners were murdered doctors – who had the money.

Any mention of the atrocious past triggers two things: sadness to the bereaved and eagerness by the bad-intentioned to repeat these atrocities out of spite or for fun.Yes, there are people who kill for fun. Is it possible 300,000 Ugandans died during Amin’s regime? Yes, could be more. Did Amin kill all of them? No. As HoS, did he kill all of them by association? Yes. Before God, is he responsible for the death of all 300,000? Absolutely not. If he killed only Lowum out of the 300,000 God will not do him in for the 299,999. God will deal with the killers individually. That is why it is important to repent for your sins as you know them than be devastated by the additions of men for sins you did not commit.

When Kony’s rapists force a son to copulate with his mother or sister at gun-point it is sin by the son in the eyes of God. Why? it is because, to remain pure the son or brother should have chosen to die – however brutally – than knowingly commit the sin just to save a life that will still end some day, anyway. And, just because a mother or sister choses to forgive his son or brother does not mean God has forgiven him.

Talking about sin and forgiveness, here is my last experience: One of the greatest SRB operators in Lira was a well-known local son who was HP of Comboni in the 70s. I got to meet him personally in the 80s. Listen to this twist: after the 1979 invasion he disappeared and many thought he was either killed or entered Sudan. Two years later, he appeared in town. The problem was that although people talked bitterly about his activities in Lira, when he reappeared, he was even more untouchable than when he was SRB. He reappeared as Oyitte’s ADC. By the time the newspaper published his picture from recovered documents salvaged from Nakasero, he was too close to Oyitte and too powerful to be arrested. Folks forgave him and he moved on but his deal with God was far from over. He played the same game again in 1986 and served for 3 years+ in Kaguta’s government before he and Namitti were gathered for their final trip to the lakeside university.

I have known Uganda’s political murders long enough to know who to blame. Folks just take advantage of the security vacuum. But the truth is, many culprits have not been convicted – and will never be – because the public is always quick to lay it all on the then president and turn attention away from the known culprit. Political crimes and bluntant murders in Uganda have been influenced extensively by the time factor. It takes the shortest time to neglect the most absurd crimes. Bad things happen too quickly in Uganda that the only way to get away from responsibility is to expect or create a new one as soon as possible to wipe away the most recent. If we continue to blame regime leaders instead of convicting the actual perpetuators, murders will continue to be a part of our regime change forever and murderers will continue to ram the country at large and openly.

Does Uganda need an army?

By Peter-Rhaina Gwokto, a Ugandan in Canada

The primary question over the years has been whether Uganda needs an army at all. The army we’ve had since independence continues to cost Uganda dearly in both financial loses and human lives. It’s created more problems than solved. It’s drained the national wallet off its meagre resources with nothing to show in return but a bunch of rich gamblers turned ruthless millionaires in every regime. If history and current events have any constructive meaning to overall development, Uganda’s army has been the greatest tormentor/aggressor than the tormented in the great lakes region. Uganda’s army since WW2 has fought more needless wars than any army in the region and every war in the region has caught Uganda’s army with hands deep in the cookie jars – it historically exacerbated insecurity than established security. There is not a single war in the region that Uganda’s army wasn’t or isn’t a participant – often, it has, itself, created these wars. It’s quick to turn a small dispute into a regional war of attrition to line up the pockets of generals and the president. The majority of wars were wedged by the national army against its own people and each time using the maximum weapons in its arsenal. The blood-letting wars are not meant to contain or neutralize offending opponents – if any – but to kill, destroy and annihilate them by leaving permanent emotional and physical scars that continue to traumatize the local populations for decades upon generations. Have any foreign armies invaded Uganda without Uganda’s army having started the war or intimidated them in the first place? Historically and contemporarily, Uganda’s army role is such that either it starts a war against her citizens or it invades another country. Here is the list:

KAR soldiers who fought at Japanese in the Burmese jungle know that they owe their return to Africa to Mau Mau. Had Mau Mau not begun, many of these veterans had started a settled life in India with new families. The British in Kenya returned these veterans to fight against their own people. So in fact, this was the first war in modern times where African neighbors started killing each other.

Obote 1 is remembered for two wars created by the national army. The first helped to bring Mmengo to order and resulted in the Kabaka’s forced exile to UK. It is the first postindependence war in which Ugandans shot at each other thereby igniting the chain of bloody internal tribal strife and military coups.
The second war was the first war that started pillaging of other country’s wealth. With or without invitation, Obote sent Uganda’s military to prop Lumumba in Congo. Having looted the country of its gold, Uganda’s army returned quietly without any claims of victory or defeat but the Congo Gold scandal followed Obote right to his grave. That was just the tip of the major loot to follow nearly 30 years later. Here, we find Uganda’s army fighting its first war outside Uganda – Uganda then, invaded Congo most probably with Lumumba’s blessing. So shameful was Uganda’s participation in this war that years later, Mobutu literally slapped Obote with his strong support and admiration of Amin.
Amin being a professional soldier that he was, drew a very thin line between the army and civilians such that he was able to cross-over to do the needful and return quickly into his military cocoon for safety. Overall, Uganda’s army under Amin did not start any war frontlines within Uganda, against Ugandans. But most noticeably was that his regime saw the
first invasion of another country by Uganda’s army for no apparent reasons than to

Under Amin, Uganda’s army made to major invasions into Tanzania with one resulting into a short-lived annexation of Tz’s administrative district – Kagera. Never at any moment of Amin’s regime did Tanzania chose to invade Uganda yet Amin’s believed an invasion by Uganda’s army was a pre-emptive strategy to disorganize and disorient Tanzania’s military. But when Tz decided to defend herself following the second major invasion, Amin found himself on the receiving end as his regime disintegrated. Although Uganda’s army didn’t create a local battlefront against its nationals, it nevertheless, had the brutal instrument for oppressing and systematically eliminating political opponents. This was the SRB, a variant of Obote GSU. Besides, religiously tormenting Tz’s president and his army, Uganda’s army only experienced a few minor “invitations to invade” in Egypt-Israeli war and backing Mobutu in a separatist war funded by Angola.

It would be easily said Israeli commandos invaded Uganda yet the truth is that, again, it was
Uganda’s army that started it all by thumbing its chest at the hijacked airliner full of Jews. It
was yet another war started by Uganda’s army and paid for in blood and cash by the citizens.
I cannot think of a foreign-related war in which Uganda’s army played a role but did not start
the war itself. It was Gadhaffi’s army that learnt its unpreparedness for a major war by
joining Uganda’s army in its war dances. In the 70s, Gadhaffi sent his foot soldiers and
fighter pilots to Uganda not really to support Amin but to train in jungle warfare. He realized
that Libyan soldiers didn’t know the whole wide world was more of a jungle than the
desserts they know. So it was a chance to practice with live weapons on live target – the
Tanzanians. On this effort, Libya failed miserably as Tanzanians captured Libyan soldiers
preferring to camouflage on the dry roads than hide in the grasses.

Obote 2:

Ohh bwoy…! This dude never learnt from his past mistakes. He basically continued from
where he left on a 8 year vacation like nothing happened. He simply did what he knew best:
creating frontlines within the country against fellow Ugandans as he did in the 60s. Obote’s war strategy (against his own country folks) is to stay put – lie low at the frontlines. Patience
was his middle name. Uganda’s army under Obote rendered the whole West Nile region
north of Arua a battle field – for a very very long time until the insecurity died by itself.
That’s what is meant by “patience pays”. But he also maintained one key instrument of his
oppressive regime in the 60s, which he, like a keen accountant, decided to carry forward: the
retooled GSU now called NaSA. I know one 4.5 hrs drive from me in Toronto. Then by
some weird turn of events, his one time minister Xeroxed the same strategy of setting
Ugandans to fight one another until the last man standing – which happened to be himself
(Museveni). Museveni also turned to Uganda’s army to intimidate and killed Ugandans into
submission. It worked very well in Luwero and the evidence is there for all to see.

Enter Museveni:
Uganda’s army under Museveni has been total disaster in one package. It’s played the role of
terrorist, pillaging aggressor, ruthless oppressor and a rampaging occupier. It’s the sum of all
army characteristics in past regimes since independence and it has the longest list of
aggression against its citizens and foreign countries. While Obote’s army used a strategy of
“lying low and wait”, Museveni’s was “infiltrate and lie low”. Once he had recruited
thousands of Rwandan refugees into Uganda’s army, Museveni’s problem was putting them
into use before they quit or get killed before his major offensive. While Obote’s minister of
defense, Museveni had created two parallel armies within Uganda’s army with one idolling
Oyite and the other (Rwandese) following himself. While he was away laying the foundations
for war, he kept his army on Uganda (Oyite) army’s payroll thus ensuring they lived. Once he
rung the doorbell, the Rwandese fled the mainstream army for Luwero bushes like ncenene
to the light of Clock Tower on Ebb road. They just evaporated… pufffffff, surprising Oyite
and Obote himself.

Museveni and a Ugandan army turned terrorist: That was it folks – Luwero says it all. NRA
soldiers were in the national army before the turned terrorists. They blew up buses and
civilian transportation on Kampala-Gulu road. They beheaded folks in Luwero to instill in
them fear. They exposed Luwero residents to the national army’s wrath such that civilians
were left with no choice but join them. They blew up river bridges. They even hijacked a
passenger plane enroute from Ebb to Arua for Kasese. They robbed banks and looted the
locals. Oh bwoy…! the only feature of the modern terrorist Museveni’s army didn’t have were
suicide bombers designed to spew shit and shrapnel on Ugandans by blowing up themselves.
they were essential cowards to that extent. Or, probably because Museveni did not guarantee
them 40 virgins as earned by their counterparts in the Middle East.
When all was done to his victory, Museveni expanded the frontlines within Uganda using his
national army-turned terrorists-turned national army to create four new frontlines to kill
Ugandans within its borders. In Teso, the Mukura incident defined the army’s role This was
reminiscent of the Nazi trains to Buchenvald and Auswitz except Mukura victims were
bbq’d alive in the wagons because there were no concentration camps to gas them in.
The Karamojong have outlived many a dictator’s army and Museveni’s Uganda army will not
create any better peace that the peace that exists now. The one thing Ugandans need to
know about life in Karamoja is that ‘insecurity’ and ‘security’ are a coincidental phenom – like
anywhere else, not everyday is Monday. There is nothing like living on luck in Karamoja
because everything is a normal way of life. Without Uganda’s army presence in Karamoja,
life is normal. The old West in America was peaceful because everyone owned a gun and
when everyone owns a gun or guns, a natural semblance of respects and fear cuts in to
maintain the status quo – peace – although violence could erupt anytime. But violence always
has a shorter span than peace yet the former is required to checkmate and keep an eye on
the latter.

Uganda’s army also perpetuated a front in the West for the sole purpose of looting DRC
under the cover of pursuing rebels, then followed it by pitching camps. The PRA is a rebel
group without a cause. Its founders were essentially two army colonels-turned bank robbers
named Samson Mande and Anthony Kyakabale. The two are thieves who deserve no place
in Uganda politics or government. Any government that forgives either of them on entering
Uganda would be a national embarrassment
Then there is the mother-of -all wars between the army and the people its meant to protect –
the Northerners, principally, the Acholi. For 20 years and still counting, the army has fought
Acholi-dominated LRA rebels with each side equally meting the same atrocities on the local
civilians. In the name of security in northern Uganda, the army used the war for several
intrinsic personal and national reasons:1- As long has international propaganda was in its
favor, the army was at liberty to intimidate and contain Acholi LRA rebels and hopeless
civilians in IDP camps to destroy their self-esteem and render them emotional wrecks. 2-
For the army chiefs, there is a lot of money to be made from shoddy supplier contracts, to
salaries for ghost soldiers, to even selling arms to the rebels who shoot them. 3- the army
created IDPs to isolate the Acholi and corrupt their culture but this project seems to have
failed for a people whose suffering has instead hardened their resolves and inflated their
pride in being Acholi. Above all, the camps were expected to transform into mini cities
whose lifestyles would discourage the Acholi from returning to their villages, with the intent
for Uganda’s army elites to grab Acholi’s unoccupied lands. This strategy has failed
miserably. Folks, again, this is Uganda’s army at work on Uganda’s civilians.

And folks, I never lived with nor acquainted myself with Museveni but the twist is that
Museveni – matter of fact – would prefer a closer political and social relationship with the
Acholi than with any other Ugandan ethic group. You have to see thru this truth with all
your heart and mind in order to agree with me. I have ruminated over controvery for years
and I believe it is a wish Museveni would love to practicalize. In fact, being a Muhima even
distances Museveni further from a Muhiru because the two are adversaries who will never
mato oput (drink) from the same calabash for socio-cultural and political reasons (caste).
Every social proximity between the Bahima and Bahiru is conditioned by accidental
geographical proximity but behind it all is a volcano whose sulfur fuels hatred and spite.
Besides, the Acholi people are homogenous with numerous clans and clan heads unlike the
distinctly separate Hiru and Hima who make up the Banyankole. A Muganda or Musoga is
the last Museveni would align with given a chance to make strategic choices. The Acholi is
Museveni’s trust because they share a lot more than anyone can imagine. Acholi’s stale
relationship with Uganda’s army under Museveni is not because of a North-West rivalry as
many Ugandans would love to believe. It is simply because the Acholi ignorantly provided
the military backbone to Obote regime – the backbone he longed to snap. Due to language
and geographical locale/proximity, he just didn’t know how to penetrate the kinfolks and
insure trust between the Hima and the Acholi instead choosing force because Kony refused
to give in to Ganda murderers who were terrorizing the Acholi. You will recall Kony stating
recently that he knows “Museveni is a good man”. Folks, don’t think Kony sounded
ridiculous by asserting so. He believe Museveni understood what he meant. There is
definitely a major change coming to Uganda – not peace in the North or an FDC win. It is
an unexpected and surprising natural alliance between Acholi and the Bahima. Little does the
rest of Uganda know that there has been a subdued – but known – relationship between
Acholi and Bahima/Balaalo. Growing up in Acholi, my grandfather’s herdsmen were 2
families of Balaalo and two rushed ahead during the NRA takeover to protect and assure the
old man as were many other families with Balaalo cattle keepers.

Oh! I ran away from the army and its aggressions. Of course there is the undisputed secret
service. Under Museveni, army’s oppressive tool increased from 1 GSU in Obote 1, 1 SRB
under Amin and 1 NaSA in Obote 2 to ISO, ESO, CMI, KAP, and KB with the first three
design to contain the elites while the latter two contains disgruntled grassroots and jobless
street hooligans-for-hire (a favorite for FDC). Incase you are wondering KB stands for
Kiboko Brigades, not Uganda’s Tsivangirai.

Folks, that was just the tip of the tamarind tree (for lack of icebergs in Uganda) regarding the
army’s place inside Uganda – UPDF, that is. Then, are the foreign invasions and occupations
by the army. To payback Rwandese refugees, Uganda’s army quickly released the 2nd master
plan from up its sleeves to topple Habyalimana. With Hutus outnumbering Tutsis and
fearing international condemnation, Uganda’s army aimed to cut off the snake’s head in a
swift run over Rwanda. It worked. Habyalimana was blown to dust in the skies over Kigali –
with presidential collateral from Burundi.

The PRA pursuit was the most effective springboard for Uganda’s army to enter DRC and
loot the country of its mineral and forest resources for years until the UN intervened. Before
that Uganda’s army had invaded and overrun Rwanda. That was enough payback for Tutsi
help in bringing down Obote. Finding no wealth to reap in Rwanda, Uganda’s army as well
as Rwanda’s aimed deep west and hit a jackpot in DRC. After instating Kabila Sr. the rest, as
we know, was mayhem, loot of mineral and forest wealth and, folks, for the first time
Uganda’s marauding army even looted and brought back women – a lot of women as though
they were commodities. In fact they were commodities because the soldiers dumped them as
soon as they came back to Uganda thus creating Congolese neighborhoods in towns like
Gulu, Arua and Fort Portal.

After Rwanda and DRC, Sudan was only spared by its deficiency in resources, Uganda’s
army can make do with an invasion anywhere there are resources to loot. A few months ago,
there was the credible story of Uganda’s army spotted in Kenya. That was a given truth if
anyone understood the hidden workings of this secretive and ruthless army.
In my opinion, Uganda’s army should be scrapped for being unproductive and contributing
to no known national gains except enriching the generals, straining the national purse,
facilitation poverty, and creating misery. In its place should be a highly trained, highly
educated, highly mobile and highly effective small regional paramilitary drawn along the
army barracks of the 70s and rotating service outposts.
To be continued…………..
Peter-Rhaina Gwokto
Remember: “Even a small dog can piss on a tall building”. Jim Hightower

Well Done, Abbey-UAH has a place in the hearts of Ugandans & history of Uganda!

Good job, Abbey Semuwemba,

It is easy to shake up the system with organized, logical and critical assaults. UAH – I mean the forum, not the mysterious party – has been more effective at shaking up the establishment and the structures that support it than FDC, or at the very least, UPC and DP. So often, issues raised in this forum are treated with utmost expediency by the government than the screaming rhetoric of FDC’s nonsensical publishers in The Monitor or Observer.

SMACKS is getting it’s fair share of dealing with the fear of UAH (the forum). Little did any of you notice that when I criticized the Uganda Police website for its carbon-dated contents and a couple responded that the website gets updated with regime change, NRM nogooders in this forum actually confronted the police and they tore down the website the following day. Now the knows it is on UAH hitlist of the people’s Most Wanted for deliberate systemic failures. Someone, somewhere was getting his monthly pay for managing a website that didn’t live with the time, so was the webhost. The police also learnt that, such mundane crimes like theft of a laptop and embezzlement from a gas station do not deserve a webpage in the Most Wanted by any police establishment in the world as if to hide the fact that there are defilers, abusive spouses, rapist and Murderers lurking the streets of Uganda’s towns and villages.

In fact, the NRM government is now relying on UAH to ascertain its people weaknesses and failures. And to say the least, it believes what appears on UAH and reacts with incredible speed compared to the lifeless swipes by FDC. The irony of it all is that issues raised here are those the system should have been able to identify before hand – that’s what public service admins are supposed to do. UAH is giving free general consulting service to the government. My suggestion is that, UAH starts zeroing on those in authority for failures in the organs entrusted to their leadership instead of criticizing the organ at large. Its time they are forced to resign and met stiffer penalties – the consequences of a people’s frustration and determination. FDC’s complains are simply a bee-sting on an NRM that is not allegic to beestings. But UAH exposures are a thunderous elephantine crush whose immediate impact and reverbarations always paralyze the NRM.

I believe there are more NRM info gatherers gleaning policy strategies from UAH than the number of ISO agents tracking FDC panel-beaters. You should not be surprise that NRM agenda for 2011 will be based of visions compiled from policy expressions in UAH. Museveni, the only Ugandan visionary, has run out of Vision.

So, thanks Abbey.

By Peter-Rhaina Gwokto, a Ugandan resident in Canada
Remember: “Even a small dog can piss on a tall building”. Jim Hightower

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