The ways of the world

Yesterday was energy draining for me.
I had students to run to, I had a friend who had lost a kid in an accident and my in laws from my big sister's marital side, had caused the accident.. It was so exasperating for me. But thank heavens we pulled through.
I know you have heard of Kobe Bryant, Gigi her daughter and other people perishing in an helicopter crash *blows my nose* .God give them a perfect place to rest.
Well! I'm no sports person but the love the people showered on Kobe awed me that I was struck.  In all honesty it wasn't his celebrity status, no, it was his approach towards life, his humblity, his selflessness and above all love for family, in most of the pictures that circulated yesterday, one could clearly see through them that Kobe was a family person..💔💔 ..im praying for Vanessa, his wife and the other people's families.
So, what did I learn from yesterday's tragedy.. That I want you too, to reflect on..

* in this world, you owe yourself everything. Its you and you and you alone.
All those words people eulogised about Kobe as because of what he was. What he believed in and what he stood for not only the black Americans but for the world as a whole.

*Express your love to family in which ever possible way.
When was the last time you called your parents, or your guardians.,
Your sister or brother.. We have to utilize every microsecond we have.. I know some times we have held grudges against our parents, brothers or sisters, but imagine your parent or sister perishing unexpectedly like that! *gosh! It's so unimagine, goosebumps all over*..
So family is family. *i know what I'm talking about*

*lets be kind. One virtue we have lost, the ways of the world these days, are all out of the window. Where is the kindness, the love we are supposed to extend to others.
Anyways, I can't be surprised if most of us are unkind and don't know how to extend love
How do you begin to give that you don't have?
Let's be realistic, if we were kind to ourselves, would we be corroding our skins all in the name of beauty, could we going to plastic enlargement of body parts if we loved ourselves enough .
No..
That old woman standing in a queue next to you, let her pass on to get service, that victim accident, help him not robbing him, *next story*..
Let us express our kindness in small small deeds, you won't regret it's rewards.

Lastly, believe in yourself that you can be a good person.
I didn't say we are bad.. What I didn't want to say is believe that you can be anything you want to be.. Yes.. You may want to be a robber, and put all your efforts to it.. That's not what I want for you. Chase the positivity In every positive situation. Give it your all. It won't be easy but don't give up.

The ways of the world are way up high *so tempting*..
You want to rush, you will not get there
Slowly by slowly, the egg will walk.

Love,

Kabugho immaculate.

We won't burn out.

Some time in the future, a lot of you will be wondering why I started in first place.
And even if you asked me now, I have only reason, I don't want us to burn out.
By us, I mean the ABAKOBI, a lot has been said but nothing has been done in our defence.
A lot of us have been 'alienated '..you prefer to be called that that you admire and wish you were born into... Don't you see you are lying to yourself and future self?
It is more insulting if you are a male, why are you running away from your shadow?
You prefer you were that you think is better off in Uganda... We are burning out
..
My grandfather once told me, 'olimukuristo, siwasaha eribya mukuristo'...
To mean, I am Catholic, I shouldn't shy away from being so..
What am I trying to drive at, you are a Mukobi ,do not hide away, or run away from it..
It's what that defines us.. Makes us what we are.. And the difference..
Imagine not loving yourself, Who is going to love you?
What do they say about charity begins at home..
My age mates cannot even tell some of the local material they use at home in kikonzo, it's a shame! So what are gonna teach your children when they are growing up if yourself knows nothing...
Let's learn to love us, be us, preach us...

I'm no custodian of my language but I'm a strong learner and advocate of it.

Do not misunderstand me when I say, I don't want us to burn out. What I'm  trying to communicate is that if we are not careful, the children we are going to bear, will not know what their parents first language was like., what their grandfathers used to do and what is on the inside of the kikonzo language...

But not to worry, with the technological advancements happening day and night, they shall dig, as in search on their big key boards and read on their enormous TV sets about us for I intend to keep for them 'endanda' on there.

Let's keep us alive.

Omuyirakali

Kabugho immaculate

Sunghuli athi

mwana waghe
Ekihugho ekya munabwire,
Kihawirhe...

Mwana waghe
Utholere uwayitsunga kutsibu,
Mulikyawu oyo syalhobirhe..

Ukenge donge
Kandi ukolheraye iunahengene..
Ulikithiwa.

Evening

On the fire is a Akanaha boiling with omukalhu we nde

Mother sits across the kitchen chin cupped in her right hand
Mukaka is on that kera kera of omwanze no'musombe..

Kanyere is on the mortar
Thud thud thud,
Biira is bent on the seive,
Half of her, I s covered in cassava flour.

Smoke is fast rising
The fire is slowing burning out.
Kabugho moves to the pulehe,
Bends to give life to the fire
And the water on the behind rihiya is ready..

'Mbambu,' mother calls out..
'Asa utsumbe obundu.'

Let it continue.

Up above the peak,  snow whitens
Symbolic of our name,
Multitudes have crossed oceans and seas
To pay homage to the beautiful Rwenzori.

But we have turned our backs to it.
We have pushed out herds up above to eat the vegetation
Slowly we began with the bush burning for expansion of land,
We defiled the trees in search for wood
Have qarried stone for survival
And it is getting back to us.

The nyamwamba cannot hold it
It will burst it's banks and again cries will be heard.
It is our blindness to mother nature,
It fights it's battles in ways we can't forget.

Don't burn that savannah
Cut a tree, plant two..
We can't lose our identity out of our recklessness.
Let the snow continue to flow into the nyamwamba.

Immaculate kabugho.

Not bikers, but...

A pawpaw stands on charcoal roots
Elongated nails and lashes
Boobs blocking the cleavage raised to the neck
Not a wasp, but an elephant .
Behind is a mountain of chemicals from Neeba,
Sideways are plastered  fat layers
standing lonely on the hipbones respectively.
Dark knee circles from the services
She offers her dear customers.
And when she stands in view,
A map of Eve's naturality is clearly drawn,
Further inside is a corridor from lack of curtain.
Woman of the mountain,
Where is the petticoat?

Welcome.

The Return

Out on the streets of the muni
Stood lots of people
Joyous of what they had long waited for.
Some leapt about in joy
Others skipped around in excitement
For it had been a long time.

With orders of not visiting their land,
They had obeyed the mighty cap
And played puppy.
But the wait was almost over
The subjects knew that the gods would never rest until at least there was a sign.
And at last here, it had come.

Even though speaking in a different language,
The promise of peace was what we wanted to hear.
We too wanted to hear of the other news,
The other news of release,
And so they said it was in the pipeline.

And so on touchdown at nyakasanga
A jubilant crowd of banyarwenzururu and banyarwenzururkali
Awaited the return of our mother,
Bearing a message of hope,
A hope to many of us who had lost so much in the ashes.

the sound of the Nyamulhere

Around the ndara
Sat energetic boys
With chests out.
Sweating under the afternoon hot sun
But still hitting the different notes merrily.

The young girls
Bringing out their best of kyikibi
Dancing to the old old folks of the bakonzo
Pushing chests forward and breaking backs,
Shoulders moving with the rhythm of the ngoma.

And when karasabwangu blew his nyamulhere
Everyone knew that, that was the hour to deeply connect with the kikonzo.
The sound of the nyamulhere floated the air and all Walyuba would do was close his eyes and let the sound take him over.

Thusime

That the creator blessed us with water to quench thirst
Fish to fill our hunger
And salt for a healthy body.

North west south East
Mother Nature fills everywhere.
A beautiful people sweating so hard
To produce cassava tubers for cassava bread and sombe.

We sip on cold waters
Running down the valley of life,
Thusime omukama aburithuha ebibuya bingaha...

Immaculate kabugho.