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UGANDA: Pampers kids of Museveni's Baijukuru have nothing on us Nappy kids


Here is another story from one of #ThemGoodOldDays just to teach you to respect your elders.

Back in them Good Old Days, we had no Pampers. Our parents used cloth napkins whenever they took out us into public. Otherwise, at home, you went butt naked. Our parents had to wash  the nappies daily to prepare for the next day they would carry you to the hospital if you got malaria.

Our generation also did not have Cerilac (child formula) and so we used to drink from the boobies of our mothers until we were old enough to drink cow milk (goat, sheep, camel, horse, no difference).

In those Good Old Days, we had no Toilet Paper. We used to wipe our butts with old newspaper pages that one was even lucky to get given how few people bought news papers in Uganda. We had another option though. We used to go into the pit latrines or in the bush and use a leaf to wipe our butts clean after doing our business.

The telephone (if your family had one) was only for grown ups.

Kids used to fetch water and firewood after digging twice a day in the family land to grow food. We used to do our homework by the Tadoba. We used to roast maize by the fireplace after washing ourselves in cold water and then going to the fireplace to listen to our elders telling us stories of Mwambu and Nambi (something like Masaba and Kintu).

We used to ride in the back of a pick up truck with no seat belts or enforcement of safety. We also used to sing while riding in the back of that truck. Songs like "Born in Africa" by Philly Bongole Lutaaya.

We were a very proud bunch of future leaders and very focused on our homeland. Africa.

What happened after that, I have no idea. We now have many Pampers kids all over the internet who do not know their history.

Can you imagine many of us used to walk to school with no shoes. Barefooted running to school to study and no lunch money or snack. We would run to school for the joy of learning.

HOW IS YOUR PAMPER spoilt Baijukuru group doing? I am certain that my generation is doing better. Likely because we were taught hard work from babyhood and we did not get bottle fed.

MARTHA LEAH NANGALAMA
Moncton, Canada
Bududa, Uganda
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UGANDA: Reading during Corona lockdown

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Here is the story. The only one for tonight TGIF (Thank God It is Friday). Denis is a sensational writer. He brought us the X-Files From The Village.

I like to take some of his silly posts in our group #UgandaNewsBriefing outside WhatsApp. He has a cunning style of writing that just jolts you our of your comfort zone.

[05-29, 1:37 p.m.] Wabuyi: I am reading a revolutionary Book but reached a romantic part

[05-29, 1:37 p.m.] Wabuyi: Something which pulls your imagination to the scene, grasps your mind and takes you there to join the author in the narration, rather in watching the two love birds with differing perspectives in regard to the redemption of their people.

[05-29, 1:38 p.m.] Wabuyi: And then this👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾

[05-29, 1:38 p.m.] Wabuyi: “There are two kinds of saviors: those who want to soothe the souls of the suffering and those who want to heal the sores on the flesh of the suffering. Sometimes I wonder which is right."
[05-29, 1:39 p.m.] Wabuyi: But this was the romantic part of it👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾

[05-29, 1:39 p.m.] Wabuyi: But they felt enveloped in peace beyond understanding, peace
emanating from the forest even though the crickets were calling and
hyenas were howling from afar, and when Kamltl and Nyawlra looked at
each other, their eye beams pulled them together, Kamltl’s fingers
straying to Nyawlra’s nipples, the color of blackberries.
They slid into wordless wonder, and even on waking up in the
morning they were still firmly locked in each other’s arms as if they
would never ever part.

[05-29, 1:39 p.m.] Wabuyi: And then they realise that they have to part 👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾

[05-29, 1:40 p.m.] Wabuyi: “Maybe we are different. You are drawn to the ministry of wounded
souls, I to the ministry of wounded bodies."

[05-29, 1:40 p.m.] Wabuyi: Wizard of the Crow

[05-29, 2:02 p.m.] Martha Leah Nangalama: Someone needs to buy Denis books about African History and Politics. What is this rubbish he is reading about love? We are in a pandemic lockdown for heaven's sake!!
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