"How Lukwago got his groove back"

Unlike politics or falling in love, matters of law should be left to individuals that can successfully munch away on them. No kind of mind-gymnasium can swiftly work its way round what the law states, you either follow what  it states or be slapped by what it orders!

So today we are doing a little bit of Law school and break nerve of what befell KCCA attempt to impeach the Lord Mayor Erias Lukwago inface of a court injunction.

Below are basic notes of what a court interim injunction envisages:

• The basic rationale behind injunctive power is to restore status quo, so that fairness can prevail, NO LEVEL OF SERVICE(of the court injunction) BARS THIS.
• What does this mean?

An injunction commands an act that the court regards as essential to justice, or it prohibits an act that is deemed to be contrary to good conscience. 

It is an extraordinary remedy, reserved for special circumstances in which the temporary preservation of the status quo is necessary.

An injunction is ordinarily and properly elicited from other proceedings. For example, a landlord might bring an action against a tenant for waste, in which the right to protect the land-lord's interest in the ownership of the premises is at issue. The landlord might apply to the court for an injunction against the tenant's continuing harmful use of the property. The injunction is an ancillary remedy in the action against the tenant.

Injunctive relief is not a matter of right, but its denial is within the discretion of the court. Whether or not an injunction will be granted varies with the facts of each case.

The courts exercise their power to issue injunctions judiciously, and only when necessity exists. 

An injunction is usually issued only in cases where irreparable injury to the rights of an individual would result otherwise. It must be readily apparent to the court that some act has been performed, or is threatened, that will produce irreparable injury to the party seeking the injunction. An injury is considered irreparable when it cannot be adequately compensated by an award of damages. 

The pecuniary damage that would be incurred from the threatened action need not be great, however. If a loss can be calculated in terms of money, there is no irreparable injury. The consequent refusal by a court to grant an injunction is, therefore, proper. Loss of profits alone is insufficient to establish irreparable injury. The potential destruction of property is sufficient.

Injunctive relief is not a remedy that is liberally granted, and, therefore, a court will always consider any hardship that the parties will sustain by the granting or refusal of an injunction. The court that issues an injunction may, in exercise of its discretion, modify or dissolve it at a later date if the circumstances so warrant.

*Additional info sourced from: http://legal-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/Court+injunction

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'How the rest of us can join the MPs' I-Pad party!'

Munching away @skaheru's blog piece[http://skaheru.wordpress.com] yesterday, I was specifically drawn to the part in which he took dig at a print media story on Dokolo district residents who have conveniently turned bee-hives into coffins and any-other 'scrap' accessory your mind can find home in!

This drew me to I-Pads freely handed to all 375 MPs at a cost of Ushs900m and wondered, if Dokolo residents could turn a bee-keeping project on which their livelihood depended into burial 'aid', what of MPs that move around with I-Pads like they are holding onto poodle pet-dogs!

If Parliament availed these hi-tech gadgets to cut down on stationery expenses, did it first examine whether;

(1) Were the 'hard-copied' Parliament business documents dropped in MPs offices being read any-way!

(2) If some could fail to read these hard copy documents which could be read even stealthily during plenary or committee meetings[Time which some use to sleep-off!], what of wired documents that will need downloading[our weak internet connection with-standing] and much more bite on one's concentration energy?

I believe even before diving into supplying I-Pads to MPs like they were dishing out Nsenene, a few things should have been crafted out;

 (1) Whoever is tasked with scripting documents to be wired to MPs must know[have known] that just like the rest of us(Ugandans), we rarely read passed the 3rd paragraph of a 20-plus page document, especially if the gist of the matter is not captured in those opening paragraphs or document header. Text 'irrelevancies' and 'redundant' statements should be nipped out to create more 'punchy' and precise information documents.

(2) MPs were supposed to be literally taught (classroom-style) on how to maximally use I-Pads, I-Pads are not information granaries that you only open in time of information drought!

You only make productive use of such documents when you share the information with people that best benefit from it.

MPs are simply representatives of a larger Uganda setting, therefore any information on Parliament business must be directly fed to respective constituencies, and this where I-Pads must come in handy.  

• ·         How can this be done?

(a) MPs must create what I call 'on-line constituency head committees’; these can be made up of 4-6 resident constituents who are tasked to;

 (i) create a constituency email group,

(ii) A constituency Social Media group and

(iii) A constituency mobile chat-room!

(b) This constituency head committee is then tasked to tap information from their Member of Parliament and broken down into local languages and shared among members in these groups. 

In this, we not only bridge the gap between Parliament and the masses, but we also account for such expenses by Parliament.

@gyezimania

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"Lukwago takes one for the Team"

Arthur Koestler in his Novel 'Darkness at Noon' writes, 'He who had gazed upwards, instead of clinging on[the Revolution direction] became dizzy and fell out. Whoever wishes to avoid becoming dizzy, must try to find out the Swing's law of motion [Revolution principles].'

Our own Kampala Capital City Authority Lord Mayor Erias Lukwago seems to have looked upwards instead of gluing on the KCCA-swing's motion and has now become dizzy!

Any one who finds one’s self in the middle of a power promiscuous institution like KCCA whose harp is struck in tune to what’s dear to No.1, thinking otherwise is like joining a kitagururo-kiga dance with sore toes!

Solely riding on a voters-surf board against a state-powered KCCA-wave was always going to be tough on Lukwago and those of his ilk, to effectively cripple his strides in the institution, two more parallel and equally strong power centers were set up to counter his office; 

(1) held by the Kampala minister and (2) held by the Executive Director, with no definitive benchmarks on who is above who and who reports to who.

So, when most undertakings by the authority started rubbing local city residents the wrong way, they all ran to 'their' Lord mayor to equip back-up force, only to find a more verbal but toothless strike-armory!

Pushed to the wall, Lukwago's smartness had to come in handy, riding off the imagery of a cuffed pro-people leader, Lukwago has successfully portrayed himself as a persecuted democratically elected leader whose only undoing is countering an autocratic force in KCCA, but the beating seems to be a full plumbed one this time and for how long will he take in the beating... To be continued!

@gyezimania 

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"Howl of a Rapist"

He crept right thinly behind her,

step by step he wore her strides,

toe by toe he stealthily drew in on her!

His mind now scaling intent intersections,

he stepped right inside her room and shockingly grabbed her by her neck scarf.

He pushed her against one of the four blue luminous-tiled walls,

walls that jealously tied down her crave for bodily-pleasure;

with blood-shot eyes and a heavy-breathe-embedded whisper he said, 'If u act good, this will all be done in
a few minutes and no one will be hurt, right?'

Sinking into a sluttish smile, she invitingly looked straight into his eyes and replied, 'If we are to do this, lets first close the door behind us and u better be good at what u do!'
@Gyezimania

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"Mind-Blinded by the Eclipse"

It's a pity how we spend spit echoing the call to jealously push Uganda on to the rail of fast economic growth and development; yet at the same time we keep our minds hard pressed in the past!

While we sumptuously watched the hybrid solar eclipse call on darkness before it's time, savory cashing in on life mercies as a blessed lot to view the spectacle, a generation that will probably never witness the memorable event again was painstakingly grinding on Social Studies(S.S.T) notes, on how John Speke discovered the source of River Nile! 

One wonders the relevance of such a “discovery’ to a child whose immediate yesterday has an historical eclipse occurring before his eyes!! Why not examine him on that?

The earlier we conjure up a relevant start-up academic engine, where we introduce kids early enough to current job market plug-ins, the better we will be offering this nation a good massage session.

As our  jaws dropped with the moon courting the sun, my neighbor's little boy nick-named Kingo [due to his striking facial resemblance to James Gayo's cartoon-strip character], asked me who had won the fight between the moon and the sun!! This is a 13-yr-old boy sitting his first pair of P.L.E today!!

If with the current easily accessible info-portals, a 13-yr-old Ugandan in 2013 can't at least averagely give reason to what an eclipse is or why it occurs.... Then we are simply chasing wind in whatever we are preaching!

@Gyezimania

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"Man-made Moral Chains"

Food for Thought: 
Every day we open-up to new forms of on-line networking and interaction without tagging any moral aberrance on their end-notes.

We globe-trot, cut open fiber-bearings of different races and cultures with our travels.

 We inquisitively learn about various unconventional behavioral-norms and way of life in just seconds by simply a click of a mouse! 

But why do we still detest 'Gayism' and 'Pornography' as eccentric forms of self-expression and self realization, especially towards persons that think and behave otherwise? Are we not taking a deep dig into hypocrisy?
#Gyezimania

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"This Life-Guitar!"

His fingers struck away at the guitar frets,

Mind buried in a taunt-ful thought-world,

His fingers wondered over the guitar finger-board,

Heart slowly finding its way to the mind,

His fingers nibbly adjusting the pole-pieces,

Head rhythmically nodding to the sound,

His fingers strum the acoustic sound louder,

The sound that brought back light into his troubled life,

And keeps on strumming away at his guitar!

Strumming away, so that the light doesn’t go out!
#Omukiga-Wekiniga

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"Bottled-Up"

If you thought President Yoweri Museveni is your sole teetotalism icon, and your sobriety spine is getting skeletal by the minute! Get hold of your horses and don't jump off the radar just yet.

Check out re-known personalities that kept and keep, keeping the bitter bottle at arm's length:

• Adolf Hitler, Abraham Lincoln, Malcolm X,
•  Joe Biden, Mohammad Ali, Donald Trump, 
• Floyd Mayweather Jr, Elton John, 50 Cent, 
• C.M Punk, Tyra Banks, Jay Leno, Samuel L. Jackson, 
• David Bowie, Jim Carey, Akon, Tom Cruise, 
• Prince, Jennifer Lopez, Naomi Campbell, Bruce Lee, 
• Eric Clapton, Bradley Cooper, Anthony Hopkins, 
• Leona Lewis, Chris Martin, Eddie Murphy, 
• Kelly Osbourne, Natalie Portman, Daniel Radcliffe, 
• Jada Pinkett Smith, John Travolta, Shania Twain, 
• Denzel Washington, Bruce Willis.... Omukiga Wekiniga[I said it] 

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"Every Ugandan should sacrifice as a Ugandan to complain as a Ugandan!"

Ugandans should stop whining, throwing dirt at whoever is running this country and start paying their dues to the state.

We are all tasked to shoulder the burden of financing this state, before we can start complaining left, right and center that “govt” is not meeting its responsibilities to the citizenry.

We all had a cardinal duty of paying graduated tax as the minimum requirement to fully feel like a Ugandan.

We all duly deserved the right to question where “Our” money was going, because we all parted with something. 

This tax source was scrapped simply because many people complained about the cruel extraction process used by tax collectors and misappropriation of the money collected by local councils.

Ugandans had got used to the duty of paying graduated tax because it was very humiliating to be paraded before one’s family and fellow villagers for failing to pay the tax. Every man worked hard to at least pay the tax and brag that he was a responsible man.

We have shifted the burden to the working lot, restricting their social expenditure scope and depriving village folks of money they used to get from their working relatives; they would pay graduated tax and increasingly spend on goods and services taxed by the state.

We reason that we pay taxes on goods we consume and services we enjoy, but what’s the aggregate value of this tax? In 6-months can it construct 1,000km of a tarmac road, or build a school?

@Omukiga-Wekiniga

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"Why every Ugandan must be a Bad Black"

My favorite Hip-Hop artiste Marshall Mathers breaks verse-ice in his Academy and Grammy-winning track 'Lose yo Self' saying, 'Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity, to seize every-thing you ever wanted. One moment, would you capture it or just let it slip?'

Our lives have been so cruelly fine-tuned to toe the line of what Eminem raps about, once the holy virgin avails you with a one-in-a-life-time good opportunity, hastily grab it, polish it and use it to flung open doors that lead to a rosy and comfortable life!

Shanita Namuyimbwa(Bad Black) who is now a troubled socialite, has ironically offered Ugandans a top-notch life-style proto-type on how we can cunningly craft out a good life with out dipping our hands into Govt coffers!

Before she became a naughty house-hold name-tag, Bad Black was a typical me and you trying to mine a life at any cost. 

Sipping away on her Tusker beer (which was quite expensive to persons of her ilk) at a Rock Bar counter, she happened to find her self attractive to a wealthy-sex hungry white man (David Greenhalgh)! She had one shot and one opportunity, Bad Black seized the moment.

Which lady of the night lets go of a golden goose that splashes out 600,000/= ($235), after a single night of passion! Bad Black murdered no rich white man; she simply put to task what she naturally owned, a brain, a body and good sex!

David also confesses that he was 'wowed' by Black's entrepreneurial ideas; no body can fault her for maximizing her means of production to the core. 

Who in his right state of mind, wires 11bn/= ($4.3m) to an illiterate-lady of the night to break ground for a real estate business firm! 

Bad Black never stole a single penny meant for the reconstruction of Northern Uganda or Malaria and TB eradication, in fact she boosted the local economy by spending lavishly on local products and services.

Disturbingly, local police continues to viciously yawn for the young lady's blood after she jumped bail on financial fraud charges! These chaps should be questioning David on the source of the money that he throws around in a 3rd world country!

No one can blame Bad Black for running off with 11bn/=, Dan Byakutaga a former UPDF paymaster scattered with just 1.2bn/= leaving behind a family and a good career in the army!

Instead of making millions of Ugandans dawdle in abject poverty at the hands of corrupt govt officials, why not become a Bad Black! Prey on the rich-adventurous persons and narrow the wealthy disparity!

#Omukiga-Wekiniga

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"Heart-Splattered Aisle!"

He heavily fell back into his seat in a rattled-dampened spirit, impulsively holding onto the lower edge of the church window-pane!

He was now choking on his own breath and simply couldn't open up to what he was seeing; he simply couldn't allow what he was seeing sink-in!

He just detested what reality was dragging before his eyes; she was all he had ever wished for, full of life, spiritually grounded and took on life like the Venetian beauty Desdemona.

But she was now being snatched away before his lazy eyes, dragged away under his heavy heart! Every step she took down the aisle slit his heart open, he watched on helplessly and hopelessly as she drew closer to her soon-to-be husband!

Was he again slow, was he again vain-smitten, and was he again afraid to fall again! But one thing he was sure of, another one had been grabbed right out of his plate and he painstakingly cheered on as she tied the knot with another man!

@Omukiga-Wekiniga

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'The Hunchback in Uganda's Rehabilitation institutions'

Rehabilitation can plainly be defined as a process to restore useful life thru therapy and education or restore good condition, operation or capacity.

Save for the 'naturally' mentally ill persons, substance abuse and life troubles have been cited as major contributing factors to 80% of mental health patients finding home in Uganda's rehabilitation institutions! 

Unlike most general hospitals in Uganda whose conditions are utterly appalling and inauspicious, Rehab homes are one of the most effectively run health institutions in the country.

Medical supplies are adequately stocked, patient-medication done on time, hygiene standards fairly good, except for 'intensively' mentally ill patients whose personal hygiene is understandably hard to maintain.

However, Rehab homes seem to unfortunately limp in service when it comes to psychotherapy and counseling of mental health patients! The most grand of interventions when dealing with such patients should be sitting down and talking to these individuals and together crafting ways in which they can 'sanely' deal with their life troubles.

Rehabilitation channels for mental health patients should be tailored around helping them open up about their troubles with emphasis being weighed on causal-factors, before solutions are conjured up and road to normalcy is paved.

Psychiatrists, psychologists and counselors must channel most of their energy in building solid one-on-one bonds with patients to enable them fully open up about their lives because they feel safer and at peace during personal conversations than in a communal-kind of therapy.

Also allocation of professional mental health personnel should involve patients' input, to enable easy build rapport and connection.

Unfortunately most Rehab homes schedule such sessions during the closing weeks of a patient’s stay at the home which in most cases has less impact, because they know they are leaving soon anyway!

Lastly, most Rehab homes don't prepare patients for real life outside the Rehab home walls, most of them relapse in character and behavior upon discharge due to reality shock!

It’s more like pushing kids into a candy store!

#Omukiga-Wekiniga

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"Substance abuse: Your single-journey ticket to the Grave!"

It all starts like a simple snort, just a puff or sip, then it becomes a behavior and before you know it, you’re shackled in a death-trap of substance dependency!

In spite of their grave short-term end-note, substance abuse and addiction have stealthily muscled their way into the club of incurable diseases that we have helplessly allowed to gain ground amidst us!

We continue to simply watch on as more kids taste away on drugs and alcohol to also experience the 'higher' life for the first time!

We continue to simply watch on as youth get hooked on drugs and alcohol to fit in with their peers or simply try to confidently ride with the life tide!

We continue to simply watch on as parents wreck family-fortunes to the bone in effort to water their drugs and alcohol dependency!

You need to spend a few hours with substance addicts to wade thru how substance dependency can wreck an individual's life till he takes his last breathe.

  

You need to share experiences with substance addicts to understand how life can be slit open with just a snort on 'ice', a puff on weed or cigar, or a sip on liquor! Substance dependency has become so rooted in our society that most of us view it as the cheapest remedy to calm down nerves in troubled times, or a celebratory norm when luck smiles at us!

However, unlike other incurable diseases, a minute over-dose on substances such heroin or cocaine, or an alteration in content mixing of drugs can result into loss of life in just seconds!

Never before has humanity experienced such soaring figures of mental health illnesses and deaths all linked to drugs and alcohol abuse, like we do today!

Every morning, for four weeks I sat quietly at this rehabilitation home and listened to tear-jerking stories from recovering addicts, break-down how their addiction journeys began with just a  simple snort, just a puff or  sip, then it became routine and before they knew it, they were shackled in a death-trap of substance dependency!

#Omukiga-Wekiniga

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“Self-destruction awoke the sleeping-man in me”

There was a time in my life when i ran away from EVERYTHING!

I ran away from failure and I ran away from success, my heart simply didn't have the 'balls' to contain both extremes!

I ran till my lungs couldn't push me anymore, I ran till my legs hurt and my toes became sore! I ran because my inner-man felt inferior before everyone, everything and always slid off his bearing.

We all draw inspiration, motivation, determination or inner-strength from various sources. Some draw it from religion or witch-craft while others turn to drugs or role models! I chose self-destruction!

After realizing that my clean-cut image, fresh-innocent persona was my main character-sprout undoing, I chose to break out, run and for the first time LIVE....

I broke out and 'partied' like I owned the whole place,

I broke out and drunk till I dropped,

I broke out and loved till I hurt!

I broke out stood-out and spoke-out what I felt was right and pushed for it, till it broke my back.

I broke out, got loose, ran mad and for once LIVED!

I ran madly with the world, till my lungs couldn't push me anymore.

I ran till my legs hurt and toes became sore,

I ran till I felt broken, cold...and had to stop!

I awoke the crazy man in me and he enjoyed every bit of the experience, he now walks freely with-out any craving to run again!

#Omukiga-Wekiniga

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