Journey to Rwenshama

It is a very long time since I last looked in an atlas or looked up a map, neither have I used a dictionary lately. Last Thursday I found myself needing all these three things at the same time in my car but I could not lay my hands on any of them.

I was driving in Western Uganda, an escort van to a convoy of trucks delivering drilling equipment to an oil drilling site in the Queen Elizabeth National Game Park. We drove for over 700km from the border town of Malaba in Eastern Uganda, through Kampala, Mityana, Mubende, Fort Portal and Kasese to get to the drilling site in an area of the park on the shores of Lake Edward called Rwenshama.

I had read of and seen Lake Edward which was then called Lake Mobutu in Iddi Amin’s era in geography books and maps of Uganda and East Africa. It was renamed Lake Edward after the overthrow of the dictator Iddi Amin Dada by joint force of Ugandan exiles and the Tanzanian army. Amin had obviously named the lake in honor of his own friend and fellow dictator, Mobutu Sesseko president of Zaire, now Democratic Republic of the Congo. Amin had also named some other lake in Uganda Amin; I am not certain if it was Lake Albert or George.

Well, here I was in the thick of the geography and history that I only knew about as a child, let alone feeling part of the historic moment in the development of Uganda that I have until now only read of in the dailies; the exploitation of oil that has been lying underground while millions of Ugandan have swimming in poverty and the nation suffering from energy and fuel crisis. Hopefully, the oil will be a blessing like in the Middle East rather a curse like in Nigeria.

I had not been to Queen Elizabeth national Park before and neither had I seen a warthog or so many wild animals like buffalos, elephants, antelopes, hippos, baboons and birds in one place as I did when I visited Rwenshama last week. I also had the opportunity to see the Virunga Mt ranges across the lake in the DRC, the Rwenzori Mt ranges in Kasese and Fort Portal and crossing the Equator.

By now you might have begun to appreciate my need for a map, dictionary and atlas as I traveled through these places.

We left Kampala on Wednesday morning for Rwenshama, having spent the night there after setting off from Malaba on Tuesday afternoon. It all looked pretty familiar landscape and vegetation as we drove through Mityana and Mubende until we approached the Toro Kingdom when the tree cover gradually increased and palm trees, forests, hills and rocks than finally gave way to ridges to the rather mundane savannah grassland of Mubdende the last district of Buganda Kingdom on the border with Toro.

The landscape and climate closely resembled that of the Mountain district of Kapchorwa in Eastern Uganda and Kericho in the Kenyan highlands. There were a number of tea estates and a few small livestock farms on the ridges as we left Kibale Forest National Game Park behind and drove into Kabarole district that actually until recently I knew as Fort Portal.

All cool, green and serene, we were in Fort Portal town and the statue of the colonial explorer Frederick Lugard stands in one of the few streets of the town. The Rwenzoris were in the background hiding the evening sun and the ridges around town are mostly covered by banana groves. I can see in the not so distant background to the south of the town a magnificent building on a hill. The memory of what I have been seeing in the dailies tells me that it is the royal palace of the king of Toro who incidentally turns eighteen Friday April 16, two days after our visit.

So much for Fort Portal and we set off for Kasesse which is some 56km away. The way to Kasese was an up and down the hill journey and the green ridges on the foothills of the Rwenzori was a sight that accompanied us our entire journey through. The temperature rose up, though, as we approached Kasese and the landscape went flat all of a sudden as we got to Hima that is a few kilometers from Kasese town.

Once again, I was asking myself why one area herein Uganda resembled another somewhere in the East Africa? The answer was long in coming, though, as in the case of Kericho and Fort Portal that are both highlands. Kasese resembled Naivasha/Nakuru because it lies in the Great Rift Valley and my secondary school geography reminds me that Lake George that is on the foreground of Kasese town is a rift valley lake.

In Kasese come alive the primary school geography lessons about the Kilembe copper mines, Hima cement factory, the Rewnzori closer than it was in Fort Portal and the enormous savannah grassland Queen Elizabeth National Game Park begins down to Lake Edward. The sweltering heat here, tells me that the Equator is close by. I pause for a photo or two at the Equator and the crossroads to Bwera on the Uganda/Congo border before proceeding through the park down to Katunguru and over the Kazinga channel that joins Lake George and Edward on the road to Mbarara.

It is Thursday morning and a few kilometers across the Kazinga we turn right to a dirt road that takes us 53km through the game park to Rwenshama. It is drizzling and the road is slippery but our convoy inches slowly through the park save for one truck that failed way before we reached kasese in a maize growing area called Rwimi.

The road to Rwenshama is flavored with the fresh smell of elephant dung, butterflies swarming around the dung, baboons jumping into and out of the road, elephants chewing the curd in the thickets and herds of mud bathed buffalos grazing in the grasslands.

After more than an hour from the Junction to Mbarara, we get to the drilling site and I was surprised to find young Ugandan engineers there rather bearded white men in shorts save for a more aged man with a Kenyan accent who supervised the offloading of the equipment and signed our delivery notes.

About 500m down the lake away from the drilling site is a fish landing site and a small fishing community that is literally living amidst wildlife. Buffaloes are grazing behind the houses, children are playing not far away from them, warthogs are disappearing in the background into a thicket and hippos are wallowing in the water next to the boats where the fishermen are sorting out their nets.

A young man walks over to me and asks after a greeting where I was from and what I was doing in this rather filthy landing site of Rwenshama. After a short conversation and geography lesson of Rwenshama, Lake Edward, Virunga Mountains and the game park, he asks if there is any job e.g. offloading that he could do at the drilling site. He is visibly disappointed to learn that offloading id done by crane and there is nothing else for him to do. I walk back to the site and after a few moments we get our delivery notes and start off on the return journey home.

Life

The weather is very dull today and that in a way describes how I am feeling now. Dull and uninspired, kind of depressed but I am reading Rich Dad, Poor Dad for some inspiration. In some very clear ways , I have so far seen a picture of myself in some financial aspects the book attempts to tackle. I am three quarters done and probably by 2am tonight I should be done.
I have been in Entebbe since Sunday when I had hoped to return to Tororo by last Monday morning. Much of my time has been spent with Emmy who has been quite a handful. Today, though, I am out and about in Kampala catching up on a few things. It has been raining here since morning and it has been quite a bit to around but somehow I have been able to do all that I had on my schedule.
The village has catching up with me occasionally despite being more than 200km away from home.Some of the agricultural projects that I iniated recently in my backyard have gone terribly wrong and the folks in charge just give a break from the calls announccing this and that number of chicken have so far died.
As much as I had not intended to stay long in Entebbe, at least I needed a break from the activities and concerns in the village. But the bad reports have continued to flow unabated. The other day, to keep the call s to a minimum, I told one of my assistants that just let the chicken die because not all will die, for every business there is a loss and a profit column and there is a risk. If we wont risk, them we wont move, fo it is said that in life there are risks and the greatest risk of all is never taking any risks. Some of my folks suggested treturning the chicken back to seller but unfortunately they were sold to us on non-returnable basis. And in any case I am still hopefull that something good will come out of the project anyway. Thity per cent of the stock may die but ther will be lessons to be learned and more calculated risks to take.
If I were to listen to all the advice the folks around me give, I would never ever make any move in life. Every body wants to play it safe. Every venture that I suggest has an element of risk and nobody around me feels comfortable taking any risks not realizing that living itself is a risk. If we fear to fall we wont walk and if we fear to die we may not as well live.

Small Things & Good Manners

I have read it somewhere that good manners consist of small things we do. That is similar to what the Lord Jesus Christ said about being faithful in small things as prerequisite for being faithful in that which is much, bearing in mind that any tow things that are similar are not the same. Another person said that it takes more courage to be faithful in small routine chores than to risk one’s life in a moment of spectacular danger.
It is not rare, though, to hear somebody say ‘Even that small thing” instead of saying sorry when they have transgressed or offended someone. I wonder if the Bible classifies sin as small and big sins.
Anyway, the book says that sin is transgression of the law and if break the law in any place, you have broken the whole law; that in effect implies that sin is the same all through – there are no small or big sins.
It seems therefore to me that the attitude we hold towards small things manifests itself in big things too. If we cannot be grateful for little things, it is very likely that we won’t be grateful for much that we are given. If for instance you cannot see anything to be grateful for in you current circumstance e.g. single life; like I have heard it said “I will be happy when I marry or when I get rich or get a big job”, then you might be in for an illusion. There are a lot of small graces in every life to be grateful for – remember a grateful heart make the soul glad, like some wise man put “You cannot say that a man who is enjoying life is unsuccessful.”
I was on a bus to Lira one hot afternoon and the bus was pretty full that some passenger hardly had any where to hold on to as the bus hit potholes on the various road diversions. Suddenly the bus came to a stop and a male passenger crashed into a lady passenger, touching her breast. The young lady was perturbed by the incident as she said to man “How come you are not sorry for what has just happened?” The man simple kept quiet and that angered the lady even more and she said that the man had sexually harassed her by touching her breast. Well, she consoled herself by saying that the man lacked good manners because he did not say sorry and some passengers on the other hand thought it was a small thing worth ignoring. The lady though went on to say that people who don’t say sorry are very likely not to say thank you and that is a symptom of bad manners.
Friend, I do not know about you and your surrounding but from what I have observed I my own every day interaction in corner of the world, the lady’s comment on sorry and thank you seem very much to be synonymous with either good or bad manners and small things do matter. It they do not, let somebody jump the queue next time you are at the bank or hospital preferring them. I bet you will think they are selfish and bad mannered.

A New Day Has Come

It is a new day, a new life, a new challenge and an opportunity for me to turn my life around. I was finally handed ,y dismissal letter from the New Vision Printing and Publishing Company. It was dismissal without pay with effect from November 24, 2009 even though it took them nearly another week to hand over the letter to me.
Well, I am on the street now and I am certain of what the future holds for me but I am certain, though, that God holds the future and I can rest assured that "All things work together for good to them that love God and are called of his purpose." - Romans 8:28. Joseph was put in a pit, sold, put in Jail but his dream never died and he finally said to his brothers that they meant for evil but God meant it for good ... Genesis 50:20. I believe that nobody can curse the one God has blessed; so will it be for me in Jesus' name. Amen. As it is said that the darkest hour is just before dawn, the sun will rise and shine again for me.

Still Here Waiting

It is nearly two weeks now since I was suspended from work and have been therefore formally unemployed. I have spent much of the two weeks back home in the village doing some simple farm activities and beautifying where I live.

It has been quite a quiet time for me with few telephone calls but with a busy schedule of physical activities that ranged from slashing, planting, jogging, weeding, sawing, painting, trimming and sweeping. Sometimes I gazed at the moon or the rain when it interrupted my schedule. I hardly went to town except two occasions to read mail. I have also had time to take care of my dogs and re-organize the position of some things in my compound like the dog pen, garden seats and lights. I have been handicapped by finances though; on some of the improvements I had planned do on the cottage ahead of the Christmas holiday that will see Emmy and the expectant mother home for two weeks.

Finding casual labor around the village has also been quite difficult and I have had to do much of the work at home single handed. I have employed my nephews a few times but they are just unfocused and unreliable; always having one program or the other of their own that causes inconsistency in reporting to work. Their way of work just does fit with my style neither my schedule.

They seem to have forever to do some of these earthly chores. I wish they could just begin to appreciate the value of time. To them, the saying that time is money seems to be too remote and neither have they considered that tomorrow will soon be yesterday and they will be older than they could imagine. Look at me! My whole head is nearly grey now and it seems like yesterday when I was a boy just like them. Sometimes, I look at my son and imagine that I waited too long to get him into this world. It should been much earlier when I was still with plenty of energy and “time.” Well, I have lots of catch up to do for him now. Anyway, I have been told by some colleague or former colleague if you take it that I have already been sacked, that New Vision tends to handout dismal letters at end of month rather mid, just like resignations tend to take same pattern.

I came over to Entebbe yesterday expecting to hear from the New Vision today but the day is nearly up and yet to hear a thing as far my fate is concerned. Anyway, I have been told by some colleague or former colleague if you take it that I have already been sacked, that New Vision tends to handout dismal letters at end of month rather mid, just like resignations tend to take same pattern.

If no communication comes through today, I might travel to Lira tomorrow morning to pick up some of my personal effects and move on with my life instead of living in limbo.

Today

Today is another day for me here in Kampala. It has been a cool calm day and I have met quite a few interesting people since I started off from Entebbe in the morning.
I took a motobike taxi from home to the commuter taxi stage for Kampala in Entebbe town and the rider charged me seven hundred shillings instead of the usual one thousand. At another taxi stage in Kampala, I was conteplating buying a sweet for myself to while the time on my way to head office to meet the Human Resource Manager and my supervisior but a lady who sat next to me bought two sweets and gave me one. What a coincidence and kind act in the morning. We were heading to same direction but she alighted before my destination.
I went along with my supervisor to meet the human resource manage who presented me with a letter to sign and told me that I am to appear before the disciplinary committee for a hearing tomorrow at 2pm following report by audit dept on the accident my official car was involved in. My supervisor was asked to be around but he declined saying that he will be starting hsi leave tomrrow. He instead asked his deputy to stand for him. I too was asked to come along with a representative e.g a lawyer to witness the hearing. I have decided, though, to go it alone and let justice take its course.
Our meeting with HR manager was pretty short and I went out to town to do some window shopping as I mused about what the future holds for me after the New Vision. Talking about the future,; a preacher on a local TV station preached about change on his early morning show called Insight for Living. He quoted that popular saying that "The future has the tendency of arriving an annouced or too soon." The other memorable thing he said was that human beings have a natural tendency to resist change yet change is good even if it comes in bad circumstances. He also quoted Roman 8.28 as word of encouragement to believers in Christ who might be apprehensive of cahnge. I was encouraged by the preacher's words and my positive attituted was strengthened and was quite prepared for the day.
I very well know that the letter that I was given today is a prelude to my being shown the exit from the New Vision after 13 years of faithful service. Thank God, thugh, that the future has come to me while I am wide awake and I welcome the change even though I am not certain of what will be. However, the change may come along with tough times ahead but I am certain good will come out of it all.

My Times

I have been away from work for eight days that I spent doing other kind of work at home in the village. Put another way; I have on a short leave or vacation as our American brethren would have it.
I took a break at the peak of investigations into my car accident amid a lot stress and it has been good for me so far that I had that break from work. I have been able to quite a bit in the village in preparation for my retirement or sacking, whichever comes first. I have also had time to do a lot of physical exercise in doing task like weeding my garden, sawing wood, pushing the wheelbarrow full of soil and manure. Naturally, there has been some time spent with my parents, neighbors, friends and dogs. I have had lots of time too with the radio listening favorite programs on the BBC and local Fm stations. I did not miss a day too with my Bible and had one Sunday to preach the word of God.
My sleep often came fast and in one stream. The moon was shining bright nearly all the nights that I spent home that created a routine for me of taking a walk around the compound with the dogs before going to bed.
I often walk up early by 4.30am, stretched, prayed, read my Bible, took some porridge, brushed and got started with my day's schedule. I did some jogging before setting about work in the last three days home in preparation for the MTN Kampala Marathon due on November 22nd.
I reported back to work in Lira today, having left Tororo by bus yesterday. It has been quite a day for me at the office with lots of story being told to me by various folk around about the investigations by the audit department into my car accident and rumors of my imminent sacking and lots of intrigue. Well, that to me is a settled matter because I have passed the worrying or guessing stage many miles back and I am on to the future after The New Vision with or without the sacking or the pardon.
I have one of the senior auditors attempt to block my transport refund but in vain, reportedly because I crashed my official vehicle. I wonder if that is standard practice or official policy in the New Vision? Well, today too there has been a hold up of my petty cash voucher by one of the auditors who investigated the accident. I wonder if that too has to do with the accident or does it portend worse for me at the New Vision?
Anyhow, I will traveling to Kampala tonight at 12.30am by bus for the monthly sales meeting on Thursday morning. I hope to spend Wednesday afternoon and evening with my family and travel to Tororo Friday afternoon or Saturday morning to follow up on some of the work I left pending. I am likely to travel back to Lira on Sunday afternoon depending on what the management of New Vision has decided about my fate following the car accident and the subsequent investigation into by the internal audit department.