In Celebration of Bakiga…

I was traveling in a taxi recently with my cousin when he received a call from his long lost friend. He was so excited that the Mukiga in him couldn’t hold back. He was so loud that the driver had to park and wait for him to finish receiving the call.

The other passengers started releasing a barrage of words that were anti-Bakiga.  The conductor cemented it by wondering whether we were also created in the same image of God.  Just so you know, we Bakiga were fearfully and wonderfully created.

Fearfully because we don’t have time to gossip – we beat. Actions speak louder than words wonderfully because we speak the truth.  A spoon is a spoon not a small spade. Bakiga are not like other tribes that say Kankomewo, (I will be back shortly), and they don’t come back.  If a Mukiga tells you that they are coming back then start preparing food for they live by their word. If a Mukiga tells you ‘nda kwasha’ for I will beat you, please get on your heels before he finishes saying it.

To set the record straight, Bakiga are not rude or vulgar. They are just putting their language to use. You will never find parables in Kigezi. They don’t have time to confuse the folk.

They say Bakiga are loud but what do you expect from people born and raised in mountains where you have to amplify your voice to communicate with someone up the mountain? If airtime was charged according to how loud the caller is, Bakiga would be dead broke.

Bakiga are the most romantic people. They don’t waste time wooing and raising false expectations. They will tell you straight in the face, from the word go, that they love you. If you don’t love them then leave. If you expect a Mukiga to plead with you for a second chance, like Salvador, just know that’s a dream.

Most Bakiga are disease resistant. You will hardly hear that there was a disease outbreak in Kigezi. The kids get one injection their entire lifetime – immunization.  This is entirely because of a balanced diet. A kid wakes up to fresh potatoes with a mug of bushera. Three sips and the cup is done. There is no such word like “lack of appetite” in Kigezi. 

We are the hardest working people. That’s why every strong man is referred to as Kyakabale even if he’s a Musoga. Our ladies are very hard working too which other tribes misinterpret as being aggressive. They reason logically. Why buy a bouquet of flowers when that money can equally buy a sack of Irish potatoes?

We are independent minded. You can’t expect a mukiga to be at your beck and call. That’s why most of the ‘rebel’ MPs are Bakiga.  We live a free life. No wonder there is nothing like Kigezi kingdom. The king would suffer because every Mukiga is a king in their own right.

I salute all Bakiga because the last population census revealed that Bakiga were multiplying at a fast rate. They are doing this in fulfillment of the scriptures – go multiply and fill the world. We have the best family planning method. You can’t get pregnant when you are pregnant.

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I think almost everyone, especially the ladies, have had a girlfriend (friend, sister, cousin, female relative) who has a boyfriend/ husband who mistreats her in one form or another. And despite all that you say, she still stays with him.  The song Girlfriend by Pebbles is dedicated to all those ladies especially Mrs. Ryan Giggs who really needs to take a walk with her head held up high from him like Cheryl Cole and Elin Nordegren did. The younger generation like Heaven and Antipop probably have no clue who Pebbles is but she is a singer who was a hit in the 80’s and 90’s. My sister introduced me to her music which I still like.

When listening to the song recently it made me think of a cousin who was battered by the father of her children and after seeking refuge with us from him after a beating, for something like confronting him about his cheating, would still willingly go back to him when he came looking for her. Eventually she did see the light and threw him out ma proper.  We need to see the light from the get go and not a number of broken bones/ hearts later. This is well described in this song…

To believe
Or not to believe
That is the question
It just takes a street degree
You’ve lied your last lie
And I’ve cried my last cry
I’m out the door, babe
There’s other fish in the sea

Girl, make a list
Go out and find yourself a new bad thing
Girl, you need a trip
‘Cause he’s not worth the misery and pain
Just remember how he would tell you lies
And then pretend that everything is so sweet
Why should you sacrifice
If you’re not satisfied
He’s just a canine runnin’ ’round in heat

How could you let him treat you so bad, oh
You know you were the best he ever had, oh, oh, oh
How could you let him treat you so bad, oh
You know you were the best he ever had, oh, oh, oh

Girl, you must resist
Don’t let him squirm his way into your heart
No, girl, I must insist
You’ve got to stop the fool before he starts
Just remember how he was so untrue
With all the tacky things he did to you
No need to signify
‘Cause he’s not worth your time
You need to find someone that’s true to you

Girlfriend, Pebbles


By Sybella Posted in Life

It’s been a while…

… a really long while. And I have missed blogger. And I have been given some stick for being away for long. I guess this Mommy has been busy and having some form of blogger block 🙂 But I am back, did you miss me?

Well Rhys has had loads happening in his life. He is getting independent minded at a fast rate and learning loads. He can now really read sentences. Even write his long full name and proudly says all 5 parts of his name. He has been coming home with little gifts like sweets for beng the best at school for one thing or the other. Like in reading. When I had a few days off from work a couple of weeks ago, I went to his school to speak to the teachers and basically check on him. His headmistress was singing his praises which causes every parent to swell with pride. And while I was there, my baby boy managed to put a smile on my face, actually a grin. Once he realised that I was in the headmistress’ office, he started to bring his friends to meet me. I was at first puzzled by the increasing number of children coming out of the blue to say hello to me and then I heard him outside the office telling one child to ‘go and inside and say hello to my mother.’ Basically he was showing me off. Rhys is proud of his Momma. Yes, even we like to know that we are accepted by our children.

These days the sport that I am feeling is Bowling. Despite it having been introduced in Uganda a couple years back, I hadn’t tried it out. A couple of moths ago, we were having a send off party for a workmate and chose to have it at Alleygators. We were made to team up and play and it was so much fun. So now I try to go bowling at least once a month. My girlfriends have been dragged into this ofcourse and so will Rhys soon. Would anyone like to challenge me?

Y’all have a fabulous week.


Yesterday evening I saw a young lady with a weave that had some blue hair in it. A bit strange, I know. One of my friends loved to briad her hair with blond and red extensions which combined with her black hair would make it a black, yellow and red compilation. This would make her head a walking Ugandan flag.

This got me thinking of the crazy stuff I wanted to do as a teenager.

  • Wear a black wedding dress.  White just seemed so boring since almost every bride wears it.
  • Get green contact lenses because they supposedly looked cool. That can be partially be blamed on the many novels that I was reading at the time. The redreal bheads with the green eyes were most of the time the special ladies who were considered real beauties. This led me to also yearning to dye my hair auburn (which I will one day do).
  • Study astronomy and become an astronaut. This one isn’t so bad for many children dream of becoming astronauts. I actually applied to a number of universities for this and got accepted to some really good ones but I wasn’t able to go.

Hormones can really work on a teenager’s common sense! I will have to remember that when Rhys gets to that strange age of change and starts to do the weirdest of things and ideas. And I imagine that with boys it can actually be worse. May God help us all!

The Secret of Happiness

The Secret of Happiness is something that has eluded human beings since the dawn of time. It is something that we all wish we had the answer to but only few have an inkling of what it is really about. While pursuing this secret, it has caused many people to cause harm to others, a lot of evil and doing stupid unimaginable acts.

A friend sent me this via email from and I wanted to share it with y’all… Do you think it is this simple?

There once was a very wealthy and successful man. He had more money than he could ever spend and he was admired and looked up to by his community. Still, he knew that something was missing in his life. He wasn’t happy. All his life he had pursued happiness and strived for happiness but had never been able to find it.

Then one day he heard about a hidden temple in Nepal that had a special room that contained the secret to happiness. He immediately sold all that he owned and set out to find this hidden temple. After many years of searching and countless hardships he arrived there. He was weary and pennyless, but he knew that none of that mattered now that he had found the temple.

He asked a wise, smiling monk if he could enter the special room. The monk agreed and showed him the stairs leading to the room. He climbed them with legs shaking with anticipation and slowly opened the door. He stared into the room with sunlight streaming through the window and saw what he had come so far to find. There hanging on the wall was the secret of happiness. The man gazed at his reflection in the mirror and laughed.

It is time that we all realized that we are the secret to our own happiness. Happiness is a choice that we make within. God loves us and gives each one of us the ability to fill our lives with love, joy, peace, happiness, and oneness with Him. We need only choose to do so moment by moment and day by day.

It doesn’t matter what our outer circumstances are either, because the Kingdom of Heaven is within us. Don’t spend the rest of your life searching the world for happiness then.

Just look in the mirror and laugh. Just let the happiness flow from your heart, mind, and soul until it fills your life and the lives of all those around you.


I have really wanted to get a post up but time has been a real hinderance. We are now tres tres busy. The posts are usually floating in my mind but the time to get them jotted down is non-existant.

Y’all have a fabulous weekend.

By Sybella Posted in Life

This and That

  • My baby boy can count from 1 to 100 and he can write properly the numbers 1 to 20. Yeah he is blessed with intelligence.
  • It is amazing to be able to fall in love with someone so many times. Once is good, and then it happens again, again and again. We were having some ‘us’ time on Saturday, with him that it is, and at one point I glanced at him and it hit me once again, how much I love him.
  • I was reliably informed that I am demanding, sometimes needed to be reminded that I am of the female species, can be difficult and more or less have too many un-necessary issues. Yeah, can one more or less summarise it as being a bitch? During the discussion, can’t the good things about me balance out the bad? Do I always take much more than I ever give back?
  • Eh eh, I am really proud of my Rhys.
  • The other day, I was in a taxi with a lady and a young boy sitting infront of me. The boy sneezed and he didn’t bother to cover his mouth. I expected and waited for the lady to say ‘Bless you’ to him and that he should cover his mouth but she didn’t say nada. That really surprised me. Even my boy says bless you to someone who sneezes!
  • One of my dreams as a young girl was to study aeronautical engineering and astronomy. A former schoolmate who I hadn’t talked to in a while called me and reminded me of that particular dream. She asked if I was still interested in it and when I thought about it, I realised that life has changed and so have my priorities. But it got me wondering, if everything aligned for me to actually study or if the opportunity was presented without any hassle in some gold wrapping, would I take it?
  • Once upon a time, I used to dream of my father being the president of our country. Children! Being a child is really wonderful. Well, I grew up and was thankful that he wasn’t and never would be.  


Last Saturday, I went for the Stanbic Bank AUTO & HOME Show like thousands of other people. I really really like cars so definitely did resist. So I ventured to the Spear Motors tent/ display area. Now the Spear Motors show room/ offices are places that I dare not to visit because at the moment I cannot afford any of their cars (the cheapest probably about $35,000) and I so do not believe in getting a loan for a car which depreciates in value with time.

Anyway, there were cards on the cars which  indicated the cost of the cars in US  Dollars. What really grabbed my attention was the 10% deposit also indicated on these cards. The gentleman in charge was busy with some other peeps so I asked one of the ladies at their desk about the 10%.  And she confirmed that all one needed to pay is 10% of the total value and the rest can be paid in installments over a period of 5 years. I was like wow, that seems like a good deal.

After this, I was trying to diplomatically run away by letting her know that the cars I was interested in were not there so I would visit their offices one of these days but she was not relenting and asked me which ones I wanted. Ko me, the Jeep and she said it is $80,000 and they would get it for me in 3 weeks. Then I asked her about my dream car, the M Class  which she said was  90,000 Euros. The price was even in Euros and not dollars. I was like eh mama, my car be cool like that! But seriously, 90,000 Euros on a car! Yes I will eventually get to that point where it will be as if champ change but for now, nah.

The interesting thing bit was that she called over the sales guy when he was finally free and the guy was seriously giving me details about the car including providing me with a booklet/ brochure. After I left, I wondered, did I look loaded enough to seriously consider buying that car?! Maybe it was the clothes I was wearing that day. But it did feel good to be perceived in that way.

In other news, before I left the house that day, Rhys said to me,

” Mommy, you are nice.”

Ko his Kaka,

“She is nice or she looks nice?”

The he said,

“Mommy you look nice.”

I thought that was sweet. Guess that confirms that it was the clothes that made me look loaded.

A New Year

A number of tv stations have been reviewing 2008 and the majority of it has been doom and gloom. For me there has been some sad moments but the majority was good and even through the bad, I could feel God’s presence with His guiding hand telling me that everything will be alright and it always was.

How was 2008 for you?

Have a blessed 2009 everyone…

Letting things be….

Ignorance is bliss, right?


Relationships can really be complicated at times. After reading Silvia’s post, I wondered if I ever did this would I actually tell him? I am naturally really a private person and practically border on secretive. Although with him, a lot tends to tumble out but still, there is some stuff I keep to myself.


Like I don’t think he would want to be hearing about how one of his close friends seriously hit on me and keeps on rambling about how he wishes that we had met before and that Rhys was his son… yes his supposed close friend was drunk at the time but isn’t this when the truth comes out with no inhibitions or the conscience telling you, “shut your mouth!”.


Seriously, does he need to know that drama? And kill that friendship that started when they were in Kampala Parent’s School?


Don’t get me wrong, faithfulness is extremely important, without it, the relationship crumbles but sometimes I really do think ignorance is bliss. Just let some things be…