Written by MARTHA LEAH NANGALAMA
In January 2021, my beloved older brother, Bob Mushikori (Umukuka ya Inzu ya Masaba) passed away. His sudden death threw us in turmoil and a shock I am still absorbing for it is not easy to accept that a loved one has died, most especially if you are unable to go and attend the burial of your family member. I will not go into further details because some of you read and saw what was going on in January.
Now, along comes this person whom I have never heard of and to this day, I don’t even know her. She, apparently, posted rubbish on Fakebook trashing Leah saying things I even don’t know but I am sure the Medical Doctor friend of mine who read and then gaslighted to send me the screen shots of what that person had posted about me, regarding Bob Mushikori’s death and my relationship to him, I am sure that Medical Doctor ex-Friend can one day tell Ugandans what Tracy Zille said about Leah.
Ugandans have this tendency on jumping all over total strangers on social media and abusing them or attacking them for no reason at all. Most of them do not even write English. They write some kind of monkey scribblings called Unglish or broken Lumasaba or some shit like that and then expect people like me, who did not study in a shithole, to respond to their garbage. Listen kids, those people you are abusing, some of them might be your relatives. For example, I have had my nieces and nephews attack me on social media. Some, of course knew exactly who I was when they were attacking me, given that I used to pay for their school fees but they felt emboldened to abuse me simply because I dared stand up for basic human rights for GAYS. Some of my cousins too, made it their daily full time job to abuse me, shame me, trash me, mudsling me, because apparently I was bringing shame to the clan. Huhhhhhh. I wonder how all your lives are working out now. #GodBlessMuseveni and make #MuseveniRuleForever. You all deserve him.
Then of course the relatives who were born much later after I had left Uganda for Canada, those ones are beyond hope. If you cannot tell from my forehead that I am related to your mother or your father, then when you get to university, I better not be getting any of those messages “your son needs tuition”. Or “your niece will drop out of Makerere University if you do not send us tuition and other needs”. So, you are there abusing total strangers and you do not know that the person you are abusing is the one who has been paying your school fees? Jesus!! Then in this case, just do not abuse anyone because even the total stranger in Hungary whom you are trashing now might be the person to help you start a business next year. Do you know that most business relationships are now generated via social media? So are sales. Jobs. Scholarships. Donors. Sponsors, etc….
BACK TO WHERE THIS STORY WAS GOING
My dearest sister-in-law, sister, dear dear friend, Gertrude Mushikori, just sent me this photo of us at my graduation from Trent University (trentu.ca) in Peterborough Ontario, Canada. That day, the whole family, Bob and Gertrude plus the 7 kids all drove from Toronto to Peterborough to attend my graduation. The kids were still quite young but were used to their parents dragging them to every celebration of anything relating to their auntie Leah. Those days, the graduation ceremonies would last nearly a full day. After the thing was over, we all drove back to Toronto and had a party.
Yes. Of course, we did not have a bus to fit in all the 10 of us. My boyfriend then (seen in the photo) Ralf (UofT), rented a car and they all drove up together.
The Mushikori family later had to do this same thing when I graduated from University of Toronto (utoronto.ca). The whole family in attendance but we had been given only 2 tickets for entrance into the convocation hall, so only Gertrude and Thierry (husband then) attended. However, right after, the Mushikoris had organised a huge party to celebrate. It was awesome.
This photo looks a bit not clear but it is in one of the Mushikori family albums in Toronto and my sister-in-law just took a shot of it using her phone. When I fly to Toronto next month, I will take some photos out of those albums and scan copies. I am in every album in the Mushikori family house because,,,,do you have any idea how long I lived with them? God bless them all. In Canada, I was the only blood relative to the Mushikoris. They were also the only blood relative to me. Until now, now that we all have children, we have a decently big clan of our own. Spread across Canada and the USA.
May Bob Mushikori’s soul rest in perfect peace. Amen.
Yaya indila naabi kamasika shikakama tta. Kumwoyo kunzina. Inakhu yayimamba. Nireba, lwashina iwewe isi bayila!!!