o- no plur.(lu/n) strength, energy; good health.

Okuddamu olungubanguba, to regain one’s strength,

recover one’s health. Ndimu olungubanguba. I am in good health.


Lumya (-lumizza) v. Tr. Appl. 2 caus. Cause to bite/hurt, etc.; hurt with/by;injure; worry; disappoint. Ekyo kinumya nnyo omwoyo. This worries me a great deal. Ebigezo ebyalumya buli omu ogw’engulu, very difficult examinations, lit. Which made everyone bite the upper (lip, omumwa implied).


Kuluggusa (-kuluggusizza) v. Tr. Caus. Cause to flow away, wash away. Okukuluggusibwa kw’ettaka, erosion of the soil.


Lala (-laze) in anguish, suffer Omwoyo gundaze. I am in anguish.


Laza (-lazizza) v,i, cause to be in anguish. Kiraza mwoyo ng’ebbwa eridda mu nkovu. (prov.) It causes anguish to the heart, like a sore recurring in a scar.


lalusa (-lalusizza) v,tr, caus.madden, craze.


Lubanga pr,n, the name of Lubaale associated with the Gray Monkey Clan and the Oribi Antelope Clan.



Guluba (-gulubye) v.i. gallop, trot; skip cavort about, frolic cf. Kannagguluba.



Gulugulu also gguluggulu ideo. Commonly used with nywera and its derivatives. Very firmly, very tightly. Eccupa nnywevu be gulugulu. The bottle is tightly sealed. Kino kyange gulugulu. This is my very own.



Gulirira (-guliridde) appl. 2 keep buying, buy constantly; hire; bribe.



Gulaana (-gulaanye) v.i. recip. Buy from one another, barter, bargain.



Guba (-gubye) v.i be or become dirty/filthy/stained; be stunted; grow poorly; be badly cooked; become hardened/inured; be re-sistant to cleaning; become worn (e.g., of a path).



Gubira (-gubidde) v.i. & tr. Appl. Become dirty in, etc.; be hardened/inured to.

Nze emiggo nnagigubira dda. I have long since become accustomed to/ inured to beatings. Obudde bungubiridde. I am in trouble/difficulties/a trying situation.



Gubaasiira (-gubaasidde) v.i be dirty/filthy; look dirtyi. Cf.-gubaasiivu; guba.



Kikudumu, e- also ekikudumo ki/bi dregs in unstrained beer.



Kikufiri, e- (ki/bi) rare small tuft of hair.



Kikujjuko, e- (ki/bi) marvel, wonder, wonderful thing.


Kikukku adv. Alone.

The Uganda housing Slams in the city of Kampla
The chief of defence
forces, Gen Edward Katumba Wamala, sent a card late last month inviting me to the 34th anniversary of the founding of the Uganda People’s Defence Forces. 

It was a patriotic act to invite an opposition MP to a military function. In my last years in the media, I, together with Andrew Mwenda and Frank Nyakairu, had been barred from attending any military function or visit a military installation. That is how I did not cover the passing out, (or was it a graduation?) of generals Salim Saleh, Elly Tumwine, David Tinyefuza, and Noble Mayombo (RIP) from the UPDF Senior Command and Staff College, Kimaka in 2005.


The UPDF spokesman then, Col Shaban Bantariza, turned down my request, saying he had been instructed not to allow me even near the function. Apart from Mayombo, who died shortly after the course, don’t ask me whether the others have added any value to the institution of the UPDF.


Therefore, by Katumba Wamala inviting me, I think the expressed mission of turning UPDF into a national army has not been after all lost. I guess every MP was issued with this invitation. But I think there was an extra motivation to invite me because I sit on the parliamentary committee on defence and internal affairs that supervises UPDF. 


Unfortunately for Katumba Wamala, celebrating the 34th anniversary of founding the UPDF, the so-called Tarehe Sita, negates the very purpose for which this invitation was issued to me and all other opposition MPs. I have extensively written about this subject in an earlier article.


February 6, 1981, is the day Museveni, together with Tumwine, Julius Chihandae, Fred Rwigyema and others attacked Kabamba barracks to loot guns so they could begin a war to remove Milton Obote from power. This UPDF that Katumba Wamala heads is a creation of the 1995 Constitution. It is, therefore, 20 years old and not 34. What is 34 years old is the guerilla outfit called National Resistance Army (NRA) that is no longer in existence.


It is through questioning the marking of days like this that one will understand the mindset of our revolutionary leader. He has denied us a chance to transit from the Luweero jungle mentality to a new order. I raised this matter in parliament last week and Speaker Rebecca Alitwala Kadaga summarily ruled me out of order. On that same day, parliament, for the first time I think in its history, refused to grant an MP a chance to introduce a private member’s bill.


The procedure is, you get parliament’s staff to help you print a bill, then you officially notify parliament by way of asking for what they call “leave” to prepare the bill.


That is what Dr Michael Lulume Bayiga did when he asked parliament to allow him prepare a bill called Presidential Transition. The NRM, led by new kid on the block Peter Ogwang, shouted a big no. Kadaga attempted to explain that this was more or less a ceremony. She noted that real work would begin when Bayiga tabled the bill to no avail.


That is how polarized this country has become.  I hear in Kyankwanzi, Kasule Lumumba, the new NRM secretary general, has vowed to fail the Bayiga bill because for them they have a “sole candidate.”


According to Lumumba, thinking or imagining another president other than Museveni is now criminal in the NRM. We are in for interesting times. Don’t blame Katumba Wamala, a former UNLA soldier, when he invites people to celebrate the formation of a guerilla outfit. The most important issue for the citizens is to continue noting incidents of looting and abuses going on under this regime.


I hope you have not forgotten that we officially spend Shs 8.5 billion every month on the war in South Sudan. This amount doesn’t include the wear and tear of our military equipment and the loss of soldiers deployed to keep a weak government in power. Mind you, we don’t have Shs 4 billion to repair scan and ultrasound machines in public hospitals!


Our army went to South Sudan in December 2013. It is now about 14 months since that deployment. This, by the way, means we have so far spent Shs 119 billion executing a war on behalf of a weak leader.


That is why our expenditure on the military has hit a Shs 1.1 trillion mark. Out of this, Shs 342 billion is classified expenditure. The ordinary soldier continues to languish in ramshackle structures as the bosses ride in the latest state-of-the-art Land Cruisers. The ordinary soldier continues to live in the Luweero jungle as the bosses enjoy the ‘heaven’.


Harnessing the collective strength of everybody suffering under this regime is what has eluded us these three decades. This is not the opposition’s sole responsibility; church leaders, Muslim leaders and civil society must all act. That is what should occupy us; but unfortunately, the media is feeding us on the Kyankwanzi menu.



Regional Tier for the Kingdom of Buganda was refused many years ago.


 With such an arrangement there is no need to have a Lukiiko , or use the name Katikkiro or refer to Kabaka.


M/s Mpanga of Buganda Kingdom


They can call him Governor or District Head and seat him anywhere but not in Bulange.


We may be back to the same old arguments.


On 15 Feb 2017


By Haji Ahmed,

  1. Central gov't will cede specified powers and rights to the Buganda Kingdom.
  2. The citizens of Buganda Kingdom (who are these?) will elect a Lukiko (parliament) which will make laws to govern Buganda Kingdom.
  3. The Lukiiko will appoint the Katikioro (Prime Minister or President) who will head a government or administration. .

4.The Katikioro  is accountable to the Lukiiko, and the Lukiiko is accountable to Uganda Parliament.


So where does this leave the Kabaka? What are his constitutional roles: are they spelt out in the Constitution you keep going on and on about?



Buganda Government should be restored first with a Katikkiro with

executive powers and Lukiiko with legislative powers, which shall form

a Buganda Land Board, in accordance with the constituion, which will

manage Lubiri on behalf of the Kabaka, who, according to 1955

constitution holds official mailo and public land in Buganda, in

people;s trust.


 Mayiga is already a walking "former " Katikkiro.  A lot has happened!


 "In tribute to the United Kingdom and the Republic of Uganda, two bastions

 of strength in a world filled with strife, discrimination and terrorism."


*Buganda Lukiiko*,

 Katikkiro Mayiga seemed confident that members would rubberstamp his


 to lease the 132 year old national and cultural palace of the Kabaka of

 Buganda (*Mengo Lubiri*) to foreigners. He spent over an hour of reverse

 psychology, giving examples of how “naturally short-sighted Baganda” fail

 to appreciate any Katikkiro who introduces modernity to Buganda.  At the end, Mr. Mayiga confidently declared that, ultimately, nothing will stop

 his plans. However, his confidence seemed to evaporate when one Mrs.


 Mpanga got the microphone.

 In his marathon speech, Mr. Mayiga made a few highly contradictory

 statements that may have disturbed Mrs. Joyce Mpanga.  For example, as

 usual, Mayiga claimed that Kabaka Mutebi made the decision to lease Mengo

 Lubiri but, sensing negative reception, he later changed to, “The


 to re-develop Lubiri was made by the *Bataka Supreme Council* at the time

 government returned it.” Also, he aggressively defended construction of a

 hospital and conference facilities in Lubiri but later insisted that

 everything presented by Mengo so far were just concepts, not real plans.


 blamed the press for saying that the project photos that Mengo


 in Serena Hotel or on its Facebook page were real plans. He explained,

 “Those picture were just images downloaded from the Internet; one was, I

 think, the American white house.”

After Mayiga finished his long speech, one of the most intelligent,

 well-educated and knowledgeable Baganda alive, Mrs. Joyce Mpanga, threw

 down a “roadblock” against his scheme. When she got a chance to respond


 Mr. Mayiga’s speech, Mpanga systematically, and with some humor,


 why the Katikkiro’s  plans for Mengo Lubiri were poorly reasoned, not


 informed by Buganda history or culture and are dangerous, even to Kabaka

 Mutebi’s reign.

 In his speech, Mr. Mayiga had spoken in the style of a non-Muganda when


 said, “I can never understand Baganda” and claimed that Baganda are

 short-sighted because they opposed former Katikkiros Kawalya Kaggwa “for> bringing electricity” and “killed Martin Nsibirwa for donating Buganda> land> for the now glorious Makerere University”.  He even claimed that the same

 short-sighted Baganda complained when Ssekabaka Muteesa II brought horses

 to Mengo Lubiri, since they were used to cows.

 Mrs. Mpanga, mother of Buganda Attorney General David Mpanga and Kabaka’s

 Private Secretary Peter Mpanga went straight to the point after thanking

 the Lukiiko speaker. She opened with, “People tell me, sometimes in

 whispers, and others keep phoning me, some anonymously, saying that I


 stop my lawyer sons from selling Kabaka’s palace. They tell me that the

 Katikkiro is my son, the second Katikkiro my son and the other lawyers


 also my sons.

 “It appears that some of these people think that I have easy access to

 Kabaka, which [these days] is impossible. One even warned that [Baganda]

 may replace Kabaka Mutebi, as they have done to other Kabakas in the> past.


Former Justice minister and a former Buganda Premier(Kattikiro) Mr Mayanja Nkangi has died in Nakasero hospital

The former Kattikiro of Buganda greeting General Amin who helped Dr Obote to destroy the King of Buganda's power base in 1966.


By Emmanuel Ainebyoona and Betty Ndagire
6th March, 2017

Former Justice minister and Buganda Katikkiro (prime minister) Joash Mayanja Nkangi has died, his daughter Josephine Mayanja-Nkangi confirmed to Daily Monitor.

He is said to have succumbed to acute heart failure on Monday at about 8:00am at Nakasero Hospital where he had been admitted after his health deteriorated.

Nkangi has been, for some time, undergoing treatment for pneumonia pending transfer to India for further management, according to a family spokesperson.

“On February 19, we realised that he was in a lot of inexplicable pain, so we rushed him to the hospital. Until this week, we didn’t really know what the extent of the damage was. The doctors said it was pneumonia. However, on Sunday, my father took a turn for the worse. An oncologist was called in and on Monday, we learnt that dad is seriously ill,” Ms Josephine Mayanja-Nkangi, said in a statement on Sunday. 

Mr Nkangi retired in 2014 following an illustrious public service career lasting more than 50 years.


At the age of 80, he was still at the helm of Uganda Land Commission. 

He had previously served as Finance minister, Attorney General and Justice and Constitutional Affairs minister. He was Buganda Katikkiro at the time of the 1966 crisis.

Nkangi's son, Marcus Luswanta told this reporter that his father’s body will be taken to his home in minister’s village in Ntinda, a Kampala suburb.


Kitalo nyo okufiirwa Omugalagala ono. Naye no, Ono ye Kattikiro eyawunzika ekibya kyo buyinza bwa Buganda nabukwasa Central Governmenti nadduka n'ekitiibwa kya ddamula nagikuuma emyaka 27. Oluvanyuma nga Buganda yelwanye ko okukomyawo Obwakabaka kwekuzza ddamula eri Kabaka Mutebi II. Akoze emirimu gye mingi mukuwereza mu Republican African governments ezikula nga obutiko wano mu Buganda nga za Uganda. Zewadde obuyinza buno okufuga Obwakabaka bwa Buganda obumbula nga bwezagala kakati emyaka 51 okuva Abagenyi Abazunga Abalaaya lwebakyaluka 1962.

      Mr Ssempeebwa kumukono gwa kkono mu kifananyi nga Buganda etawaana na

                              Bazunga  wakati mu London 1953/55.

Eyali omuwandiisi wa Ssekabaka Muteesa ow'ekyama afudde

Buganda | Sep 21, 2014

                                   Omugenzi Ssempeebwa Ssebalijja


EYALIKO omuwandiisi w’ekyama owa Ssekabaka Muteesa II, Ernest Ssempeebwa Ssebalijja afudde ekkiro ekikeseza olunaku lwa leero mu ddwaaliro ly’e Mmengo.

Ssempeebwa yazaalibwa December 26,1918 era waafiiridde abadde aweza emyaka 95. Yasomera Buddo, Exeter University e Bungereza era n'akola obuwereeza obuwerako e Mmengo.

Y’omu ku bakyusa Baibuli okudda mu Luganda. Mu 1993 Kabaka yasiima n'amuwa ekitiibwa ky’effumu n’engabo ekisingayo mu Bwakabaka ng’asiima emirimu emirungi gye yakolera Obuganda.

Abooluganda lw'omugenzi baategeezezza nti oluvanyuma lw’abasawo okwekebejja omulambo waakutgwalibwa mu maka ge agasangibwa e Buwambo mu ggombolola y’e Gombe - Kyadondo.

Bringing out a black African ‘Father Christmas’ frightened the family of King Mutesa II on Christmas day:

Kabaka Mutesa (on chair L) and young Ronald Mutebi with family, friends

and subjects. Christmas at the palace followed a set routine with a

children’s party and a carol service given by the choir of Namirembe

Cathedral for the royal family and invited guests.


By Barbara Kimenye in her book on her work In Muteesa II's Mengo Palace 1955/60.

Posted  Sunday, October 25  2015 

The Kabaka was having none of it. He remembered all too well the meal The People had made over the infamous divorce case, and how their reporters had dogged him during his years of exile in the hope of discovering juicy transgressions with which to titillate their readers.

Prince Kimera was not banned from the palace, but he was definitely on his own in dealing with his marital problem.

A good thing, too, because at the same time as David, The People reporter, was sending his editor a torrid story of a weeping ‘princess’ scorned by her unfeeling prince and ostracised by the Kabaka and the Mengo set, Carol and Kimera were enjoying an intimate evening in the house of Kimera’s mother at the Kasubi royal tombs.

This convivial evening was not without incident. As Carol later revealed to me and a few others who intrigued in the secret meetings arranged for the star-crossed lovers, all went well until Kimera excused himself from the bed to get a drink of water.

He was away for rather longer than it normally takes to run a tap so Carol picked up the oil lamp and went looking, for him. She passed through the silent house and eventually came to a room emitting sounds of occupation. She opened the door and gasped. Her husband was in bed with another woman.
“Oh Henry!” she cried.

Whereupon Prince Kimera sprang up and exclaimed “Oh, darling! I can explain everything!”

It was a situation tailor-made for a journalist employed by the gutter press, but although David was told the story, he succumbed to Carol’s pleas that he should not use it. I think that another reason for keeping it out of his reports was the increasing impression that this peculiar marriage might, after all, have been made in heaven.

To tell the truth, it soon transpired that David, for his entire initially brash, tough reporter act, was a very sensitive man. John Ayres and I got to know him well, became very fond of him, in fact.

Since Carol was always sneaking off to be with her husband, and obviously did not care a hoot whether or not she was invited to the palace, David spent more and more time with us. Looking after Carol and trying to engineer dramatic events which would help increase the circulation of his newspaper, had not, it transpired, been an enviable task. He was thwarted at every turn.

For a start, Carol was a competent artist and knew a lot about horses, but she could neither read nor write. This defect in no way reflected on her background or upbringing, which was middle-class by all accounts. Rather was it word-blindness: dyslexia was not wholeheartedly tackled as a problem in the late 50s and early 60s.

David’s suggestion was that the money being paid to her by The People for the story of her marriage to an African prince be used for buying and training ponies for riding schools. Meanwhile, before coming to Uganda, he had coached her for hours in writing her name, Carol Kimera.

‘Matter of her clothes’
Then there was the matter of her clothes. David had been given the job of taking her shopping for clothes suitable to her image as a princess. (The People management were not expected to know that wives of princes in Buganda were never entitled to call themselves princesses: they were Mrs, just like other commoners).

Consequently, he fitted Carol out in the type of stylish yet modest outfits worn by the British royal family. His first moment of unease was felt when he noticed that she had turned up the hem of the smart travelling suit by about four inches.
Worse was to come at the Lake Victoria Hotel in Entebbe where they were booked to stay.

At breakfast one morning, David was suddenly distracted from his keen interest in the sausages, bacon, kidneys and eggs on his plate by the uncanny silence which had engulfed the dining room. He looked up to see all eyes on Carol who was advancing upon him with the hip-swaying nonchalance of a model on the catwalk.

There was every reason for the stares: she wore the expensive dark blue cocktail dress purchased in Bond Street – only minus the billowing chiffon sleeves and satin underskirt. The folds of the chiffon skirt alone were insufficient to hide the frilly suspender belt and absence of knickers.

David’s anguish increased when he later discovered her on the hotel lawn, pretending to read a magazine, with her skirt and knees drawn up in such a manner that anybody passing couldn’t avoid a tantalising view of what is normally hidden.

Little wonder that his series of reports fizzled out like damp squibs. When, after two weeks, he and Carol returned to London, a crowd of us, including Prince Kimera and my mother, gave them a rousing send off. We never heard of either of them again.

Throughout this mini soap opera, the Kabaka was kept informed of every move in the game, and avidly awaited each instalment. Although he refused to see Carol, his curiosity about her was boundless, and he was not shy when it came to questioning anybody who had been in contact with her.

Like the rest of us who had to know her and David, I believe he found life very dull after they returned to London.


Christmas at the palace followed a set routine. On the afternoon of Christmas Eve there was a children’s party in the Old Twekobe, a carol service given by the choir of Namirembe Cathedral for the royal family and invited guests, then, everybody dispersed to celebrate the feast in their own homes.
Although the party was mainly for the royal children, the Kabaka’s nephews and nieces as well as his own numerous sons and daughters who usually lived outside the palace with their mothers’ families, various friends were invited to bring their children along.

These parties were very noisy and boisterous events. Sarah organised games, most of which seemed to involve everybody tearing round the room, shrieking their heads off.

Time to give out presents
The Kabaka stayed out of sight until it was time to give out the presents stacked beneath a large tree. Who could blame him? What with the excitement of racing all over the place, eating masses of rich confectionery and drinking sweet sticky drinks, half the smaller children were bawling and ready to throw-up while the party was in full swing.

All of them sat on the floor, facing the Christmas tree, for the distribution of presents. The ADC or one of the private secretaries read out the names, and each child came forward, or in the case of the very young, was carried to the Kabaka who handed over brightly wrapped parcels, presumably containing toys.

Afterwards, the children gave His Highness three cheers which he acknowledged with a smile, then he thankfully withdrew.

Only once, to my knowledge, was the procedure altered. Somebody with more imagination than sense thought it would be a good idea to introduce an African Father Christmas to distribute the presents. Nobody mentioned the change to the children. It was to be a wonderful surprise.

Shock would be a better word for describing what happened after the curtains were drawn, the room lit solely by the multi-coloured bulbs on the tree, and the Kabaka broke tradition by sitting on the floor with the children.

The expectant hush broke into pandemonium when from behind the tree emerged a grotesque figure wearing a mixture of animal skins an ancient raincoat, and a fiery red mask which appeared to have been painted with lumpy cocoa, plastered with cotton wool.

A howl of terror went up, and there was a stampede for the door. The Kabaka was not exactly caught up in the rush to escape, since he sat in the front row, but his nearest neighbours knocked him sideways in their bid to get away. Nor was the panic confined to the youngsters. Several mothers sitting with me at the back of the room shuddered and hid their faces.

But the show must go on. By dint of bribery, cajolery and threats, the children were coaxed back inside to accept their presents from the hands of the alarming apparition; but only after watching the Kabaka receive a present from it and shake it warmly by the hand.

In many homes that Christmas, parents, including me, were coping with, or trying to, the aftermath of the disastrous party. I wasn’t alone in having to leave lights burning in bedrooms.

And seemingly there was an epidemic of nightmares among the little ones who still believed that Father Christmas crept into the house to deposit presents: they thought that the thing from the palace was sure to turn up. To everybody’s relief, the experiment with an African Father Christmas was not repeated.

The carol service, thank goodness, never varied in style or content. We all assembled on the lawn and spent an hour listening to the glorious mingling of voices provided by the Namirembe Cathedral choir.
Music was and still is taken very seriously in Buganda. Both Namirembe, Anglican, and Rubaga, Roman Catholic, cathedrals have always had coral music of incredibly high standard, and they surpass themselves at Christmas and Easter.

At the end of the service, as soon as the choir members were thanked and had exchanged Christmas greetings with the Kabaka, before being given light refreshments, the guests also wished each other and His Highness a Happy Christmas and they quietly went home.

The princess, princesses and Ssaza chiefs generally went to their country estates, and the Kabaka’s immediate family to Bamunanika, his private palace.