Jacob Zuma huffs and pufffs – to great penis publicity

The Spear – a portrait of Jacob Zuma by Brett Murray

Above is the picture that has gotten Jacob Zuma’s knickers in a presidential twist.

It is a rather flattering picture if you ask me so Zuma and his minions must be working themselves into a lather to give it as much publicity as possible. And it is working.

I mean, who on earth believes that Jacob Zuma still looks like that in real life, or that his third leg still hangs so invitingly for a man nearing his dotage?

Never mind. I can list you any number of discerning males who would fall over themselves for him if indeed Zuma’s stats are as is portrayed in this painting

Who is it that said that “no publicity is bad publicity?” I think Zuma knows a thing or two about that saying.

Just watch Mr. Zuma’s space. Thanks to this portrait, he will soon have wife number 7 walking down the kraal with him, to deafening ululation and dancing from equally impressed nubile girls and over-the-hill women harboring the faint hope that they could get some of … that.

Buganda’s King Ronnie is 57

You might recall that I wrote recently about my kingdom’s excitement at getting a male heir. Well, my king,  Kabaka Ronald Muwenda Mutebi (King Ronnie) turned 57 a few days ago and celebrated with the Catholics (he is Protestant himself) at St. Mary’s College Kisubi (my alma mater).

Below is the picture of the celebrations, with King Ronnie’s lovely wife, Queen Sylvia, the Nnabagereka (Queen) beside him. For some reason it reminded me of yet another photo, of a different couple, and in a different time frame.

Then and now: Diana and her prince; King Ronnie and his queen

Sometimes a picture can really say a thousand words.

And below is the Queen serving birthday cake to her “beloved.” Only in Africa …

Despite the infidelity, wifely duties must be performed

Oh well ….

“Sexual matters must remain confidential”

“I have been married to a beautiful lady called Janet for 38 years, but I have never kissed her in public or in front of my children. Sexual matters, heterosexual or homosexual, must be confidential.” Uganda’s Yoweri Museveni talking to European Union diplomats March 28, 2012.

Absolutely!

That is what foreigners, activists (both foreign and Ugandan), and everyone agitating for sexual rights (gay or straight) in Uganda needs to understand. Overt shows of affection are not the Ugandan way. My grandfather, too, was married to his wife for as long as I can remember but never once was there any hint of sexual innuendo of any sort between them; be it spoken of gesticulated. But, obviously a lot of sex was going on since we see the products of that sex all around us.

Par for the course in the West: topless public frolicking

That is the Ugandan way. That is indeed the Africa way for the most part and it is patronizing to try and change us when our way has worked rather well since creation. Keeping sexual matters secret is not a weakness as long as no one suffers for it, indeed the divorce rate in Africa is way below what you see in the West where people can get married in a blaze of publicity today and divorce 17 days later, again in a blaze of publicity.

White people, (or should one say people in the West?), stand on train platforms and snog away for minutes while waiting for the train. That is Un-African. They take their tops off in perfectly manicured parks, lie on top of each other and lock lips for what seems like eternity. Un-African. They even have places at Metro stations that they call Kiss and Ride – ostensibly because that is where you are expected to drop your loved one off and kiss them goodbye as they head for their train journey. Eergh!

In that light, even Gay Pride parades in London, New York, Berlin and Sydney make sense because such displays lend themselves to the culture of flaunting it that is par for the course in most of these places. Not so in Uganda where heterosexuals seem to do all they can to keep their relations – or at least the sexual aspects of them – secret.

Zari snogs Sylvia Owori on a boat cruise recently

In Uganda, that sort of thing is done by idle socialites pretending to be gay in order to get a photo into the the tabloid papers. If you don’t believe me, try to find a single photo of these types of women with their tongues down the throat of a man they are actually in love with or are married to. You won’t find it because they, too, know that the real thing is to be kept very private.

In Uganda (Africa) we don’t even talk about love – we just demonstrate our affection and those we direct it towards sense it even if it is not articulated.

Prudish, primitive? That is the African way for the most part and I for one must admit that it suits me down to the ground. There is definitely something to be said for keeping some things private.

So, our activist friends in London, Berlin, Oslo and New York. Before you run around trying to fight for our “right” to snog in public or mount Gay Pride Parades along Kampala’s streets, a little cultural circumspection might come in handy.

Youssou N’dour given ministerial post

From popular musician to cabinet minister: Youssou-N'dor

I just read from the BBC that Senegal’s new President Macky Sall has made musician Youssou N’dour culture minister in his cabinet.

One needs to hold ones’ horses on such knee-jerk appointments but I have trawled around the net for N’dour leadership experience and haven’t found anything that suggests he has managed anything other than a band. But perhaps I am looking in the wrong places.

While I wish the new post holder well, the appointment nonetheless leaves me wondering … could Miriam Makeba have been a great minister in South Africa’s black government? Or perhaps Fela Kuti, the Nigerian musical heavyweight who literally carried the cross of black Africa on his shoulders in his music, could have been Minister of Culture in Nigeria.

Hm … interesting thought, interesting concept.

There is nothing for it, though, but to wish Senegal’s new Minister of Culture well.

Kabaka Mwanga – history slowly tries to catch up 2

Buganda's Mwanga was homo ... okay, bisexual

I blogged about Kabaka Mwanga’s homosexuality, okay … bisexuality, and someone from another forum refused to believe me, arguing that someone who, it is claimed, had more than 20 wives couldn’t possibly have been gay.

Yoweri Museveni, no doubt, always has Mwanga in mind when he lectures listeners about homosexuality being part of Africa’s fabric well before the advent of the colonialists. Museveni knows his history quite well.

Even as the elephant in the room, Mwanga’s homosexuality, continues to be ignored in some quarters, it is gratifying to see that reputable papers such as Uganda’s Daily Monitor are giving a nod to what is essentially an open secret. Have a look at this photograph in the Daily Monitor of March 13, showing some of the pages killed when they stopped giving it up to the Kabaka because they had become married to Jesus Christ. Yes, the Monitor skims over the issue quickly, perhaps too quickly, but it is rare for any Ugandan media to mention this well chronicled fact so mentioning it is something of a milestone.

Some of the Uganda Martyrs with their Christian mentors

The evidence is anecdotal of course but if number 13′s beauty had nothing to do with his eventual demise, then I am the queen of Siam. Yet the last time I checked, Siam, as it was called then, ceased to exist many years ago, well before I was born.

Buganda’s Kabaka Mwanga was gay bisexual. But he was not the only one, as those of us who have taken the trouble to study these things know. But that is another story. Now, one must retire to ponder the beauty of God making a man love another so.

When bigots and ignoramuses hide behind ‘culture’

The enemies of the gay community in Uganda keep on hiding behind ‘culture’ in their argument that homosexuality is un-African. But take a look at this picture:

Nudity: a culturally acceptable phenomenon before Colonialism

This confident woman would have been the norm in most Ugandan locales save for Buganda before the advent of the white man. Indeed nudity is still very much part of the Karamojong culture to-date.

Still culturally acceptable; nude Karamojong

Which brings one to the obvious question: if you have dispensed with walking around in the nude, something that was culturally acceptable before the white man came with his Bible and the sword, what exactly make it un-African for two men or women to close their door behind them and engage in same-sex loving that you don’t even see?

Don’t hold your breath waiting for a response. The bigots and ignoramuses touting this fatuous ‘it’s not part of our culture’ argument cannot fashion any coherent response because there isn’t any.

Kenyan men battered blue-black: abroad, and at home 2

Save me!!

Kenyan men need a break from their women. Fast.

They can’t seem to get a handle on how to handle increasingly assertive women abroad:

Money quote:

The men “feel like they’re losing control of who they are, and their families,” she said. “It’s threatening when someone has more control and more power.”

And now 460,000 of them back home are so tired of being put upon by women that they are considering an extreme intervention by Kenyan standards: boycotting the meals their women have cooked.

Money quote (BBC):

It says men should instead eat together outside the home, and share experiences of emotional and physical abuse.

Talk about being trapped between a rock and a hard place.

Now, I, ahem, wonder whether these Kenyan men might be persuaded to try dating men instead. In my experience, we like men a lot, and would certainly go down on our knees (forgive the pun) and treat any willing man with the awe and admiration they deserve.

Just a thought.

Ugandan English

Another one that landed in my mail box.

If you cannot readily understand this, you need to polish up your Ugenglish…

UGANDAN ENGLISH.
Ed Kironde : Ey you man, nga you are lost? [Long time]
Sam Musoke : I am there there
Ed Kironde : Also me I am here, poverty just.
Sam Musoke : Eiiih but I heard you had fallen in things
Ed Kironde : Shaaa what things? Those are just lying you
Sam Musoke : Any way how is your cousin brother, the one in London?
Ed Kironde : We did his Kwanjula last week he got a woman from those sides of Mpigi
Sam Musoke : Is that the same woman he used to drive before?
Ed Kironde : Yes she even gave him two children.

 

THAT’S UGANDAN ENGLISH! HLS is now investigating possible case of child trafficking.

 

 

The new (larger) Negro Ghetto

From a small to a larger ghetto

This picture (lifted off Facebook) summarizes what the Rev. Martin Luther King (and almost 50 years later, Shelby Steele) meant when he cried aloud about the dangers of the black man moving from a small to a larger ghetto.

That, my black brothers and sisters, is the photographic representation of what our young black American entertainers have become. Spare a thought for the girls/women trying to make husbands of them.

 

Buganda revels in anachronistic customs 3

Afrogay is a Muganda by tribe. That means that he comes from the tribe in Uganda called the Baganda. Our kingdom is Buganda and our king, Ronald Muwenda Mutebi (for ease let’s call him King Ronnie), has just unveiled a prospective heir to his throne. Buganda is in jubilation that, at last, the question of succession might have been settled.Thus far so humdrum. Even in the United Kingdom  of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, Her Majesty’s subjects were in a gossipy tizzy until Diana gave birth to Prince William, currently Duke of Cambridge and second in line to the British throne. Succession tattle is thus serious business wherever hereditary kingdoms reign.

Photo leaked; King Ronnie with Prince Richard

Why does any of this matter? It does because the birth of this new prince, named Richard Ssemakokiro, has cast a spotlight on a quaint, some might even say antiquated, way of securing the succession to Buganda’s throne.

First of all, the birth of the prince was kept a secret for almost six months until a picture of him with King Ronnie in a beautifully manicured garden leaked onto the internet. Then the palace scrambled and put out a press release about his birth. Everyone knew Prince Richard couldn’t have been produced by King Ronnie’s official wife, Queen Sylvia Nagginda, the woman he married in 1999. Nagginda bore only a daughter and hasn’t been seen to be pregnant recently.

Even before the ululations subsided, some very modern questions were being asked. Who was the mother? What did the official wife think about this latest development? Would the baby mama become an official wife with a title and her own palace? AfroGay is calling them modern questions because, in feudal times, it was unthinkable to ask about the mother of a prince; you just accepted the birth and apologized in song (Gunsinze musota, gusinze bbaffe) if a question about a royal birth crossed your mind.

No male child: Queen Sylvia Nagginda

How did we get this new prince?

In Buganda, only male children born to Baganda women can succeed to the throne. King Ronnie has other male children but most are ruled out of succeeding him because of various factors, mostly due to the pedigree of their mothers. Nagginda is a Muganda and was well placed to give Buganda the male heir they so badly craved. But Nagginda only had one child, a girl at that. So, as Nagginda’s biological clock ticked away (she will be 50 in November 2012), it became apparent to the palace officials that they would have to look elsewhere. Thus far, still rather mundane stuff that most royal watchers expected.

Titanic’s Rose De Witt

It is, however, how they went about finding a vessel to give birth to the future king that has raised the eyebrows of modern observers. Apparently, the palace lined up a retinue  of potential surrogates. They had to be youthful (fecund), from a background of confirmed royalists, subservient and with limited exposure or sophistication. Sophisticated (well educated) girls would demand this and that right, thereby frustrating the royal court’s scheme. That was also why it was important to restrict the search to the villages where there was fertile ground to find illiterate or semi-literate girls who would do as they were told and keep their mouths shut thereafter.


Once the girls were lined up, King Ronnie went to work on them. No, it was probably not a sex orgy with King Ronnie – that would be too modern. Decorum prevents AfroGay from speculating on the ins and outs of what happened (this is a family blog) but you get the idea of the girls waiting patiently for their turn and the king doing the rounds whenever he was up to it. Someone asked the other day why they didn’t go for the IVF option. Simple; that would be too modern.

The girl who finally conceived the male heir is called Rose Nansikombi. Details about her are coming in dribs and drabs. To add to the mystery, red herrings have been thrown to national newspapers, two of which ended up with egg on their face when they splashed pictures of the wrong girl (Barbara Kirabo) on their front pages. In any case, the vessel that produced Prince Richard is definitely a poor shadow to James Cameron’s feisty and sophisticated Rose of Titanic fame. This suits the Palace officials just fine. 

“I am not Rose Nansikombi!” Barbara Patience Kirabo

What might seem odd to dispassionate onlookers is that the latest vessel claimed to be the mother of Prince Richard was married before, and might indeed still be married since no one has suggested that her marriage has ever been annulled. But that isn’t odd at all if you look into Buganda’s history. You see, every female subject of the king, young or old, is indeed his wife. King Ronnie can thus, in theory, have sex with any Muganda woman that he chooses. In the olden days, once a king took fancy to your wife as he passed through your village, you prostrated yourself immediately before him, thanked him for noticing that you had a beautiful wife, and then let her go do whatever the king wanted of her. That partly explains how a lot of families have children born to past kings. One of King Ronnie’s titles is ‘bbaffe’ which literary means “our husband.” He is thus a husband to both the women and men of Buganda.

Another red herring? Rose Nansikombi

So, there we have it. 55-year-old King Ronnie, had his way with a 23-year-old village bumpkin and the union produced a son called Prince Richard. What is to become of the Prince we all know – he is going to be raised to carry the torch after his father goes away (the kings of Buganda don’t die; they go away on a journey). As to what will happen to the vessel that carried the prince, the jury is still out on that but if everything goes according to royal plan, she will be put up in a decent house and be allowed to sink back into oblivion, now that her job has been done.


The Palace is finding out, however, that, in these very modern times, the best laid plans gang aft agley as the leaked internet photo and subsequent watering hole speculation about the state of the official royal marriage have proved. There might yet be more pages to this saga that haven’t yet been written.