A Belated Birthday Tribute to Dr. Daniel Ruhweza
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Wednesday, August 16, 2023
A Belated Birthday Tribute to Dr. Daniel Ruhweza
Wednesday, August 09, 2023
Who is that uncircumcised Philistine?
Who
is that uncircumcised Philistine?
Who is that uncircumcised Philistine?
That clouds your atmosphere
Challenging your belief system
And down playing your commitment
To the Lord Most High?
Who is that uncircumcised Philistine?
That offers you a bowl of lentils
In exchange for your undefiled
inheritance
A temple of the Holy Ghost
Who is that uncircumcised Philistine?
Who defies the God Most High
And belittles His Word
In lewd and uncanny jokes
Who is that uncircumcised Philistine?
Who tries to destroy the destiny of
God’s people?
By trying to kill the new born babe
Be it Moses, Jesus of your destiny and
purpose
Who is that uncircumcised Philistine?
Who is that naysayer
Who claims it is not possible
That God’s people cannot unite
And stand as one?
Who is that uncircumcised Philistine?
Who is that Hamaan that tries to destroy
The Apple of God’s eye?
You? His favourite Nation
Doesn’t he know, not to touch, the
anointed of the Lord
Who is that uncircumcised Philistine?
Who tries to destroy the destiny of
God’s people?
By trying to kill the new born babe
Be it Moses, Jesus of your destiny and
purpose
Who is that uncircumcised Philistine?
That is going to be destroyed by David,
Mordecai and Esther
And gobbled by lions in the den
Or swallowed by the earth
For failing to recognise
That the Lord God is one
And is to be Worshipped alone
Circa 2021
Tuesday, August 01, 2023
NO CHILD IS SAFE
NO CHILD IS SAFE!!
By D.R.Ruhweza
8am it was
They knocked at my door
They actually banged at my gate
A Lady
Two Gentlemen
A saloon car
A fanciful story they told
"Daddy says ....
"Give us the children..."
"Plaiting their hair..."
Braids ... he instructed
"Quick...Quick...
We need to go...
Discernment was needed
Wisdom was required
Favour is what we call it
For in the nick of time
The househelps challenges
The traffickers
"What is his name?..."
"What car does he drive?..."
"What does he look like?..."
"He didnt tell us anything!"
Tempers flared
Cross words exchanged
The traffickers failed
To appeal to the househelp's minds
And thus
Our babies were saved!
No child is safe!!
28.07.2023
Thursday, February 09, 2023
The ANTHONY I Knew
I first met Anthony Wameli Yeboah in Busoga College Mwiri. I was his Junior Prefect in the Great Wako House and it is there that I first sensed his stubborn yet resilient nature.
Anthony represented us in Sports and Games and I still recall him flying our light blue colours high. By the time I left Mwiri, Anthony was not yet the dedicated follower of our Lord Jesus Christ that we know today. Mwiri has this effect on you. One can never leave the same.
I believe Anthony joined us at Law School in Makerere as I was about to finish my course. He would then graduate, join the Judiciary and then leave it to become the passionate defence counsel and human rights lawyer we have grown to know him to be.
As President of Uganda Christian Lawyers Fraternity, I had tasked Anthony to lead the UCLF Sports Day activities because of his passion and love for soccer. (I do recall that he had a football league for his church too). Whereas he was willing to lead the Sports activities, Anthony's defence work with the indigent and often shunned clients, his political engagements with NUP, and his pastoral Ministry at his church made it difficult to do.
Like a true Mwirian, his big heart for service would later lead him to throw in his hat for the Presidency of the Uganda Law Society (ULS) as well as the Member of Parliament seat for Namisindwa Constituency. I do recall having a "good problem" of trying to do a "Camp David meet" so as to form a consensus with the other UCLF candidates Pheona Wall and Bernard Oundo who were also interested in the seat. The rest is now history. Good history too.
I have known Anthony as a selfless and passionate lawyer. He has depicted the true Christian values of _doing justice, loving mercy and walking humbly before the Lord._ Anthony also exemplified the truth in the Busoga College Mwiri logo of _Kulwa Katonda Negwangga lyaffe_ (For God and our country)
He has loved his wife and children and has fought the cancer with all he could. I recall watching him lead prayers via Zoom whilst based in the USA where he was receiving his treatment. He lost his fight but his spirit lives on. We remain victors in Christ.
Today we mourn the passing on to Glory of our brother Anthony but my encouragement to his wife, the children, his law partner Turyamusiima Geoffrey and all those constituencies he cherished, is from *1 Thess 4:13-14*
_Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope. 14We believe that Jesus died and rose again and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him_ (1 Thess 4: 13-18)
May Anthony rest in Abraham's bosom until we meet again
_Daniel R Ruhweza PhD_
President MOBA
President Emeritus UCLF
Monday, January 30, 2023
Letter to a Friend
The Cactus
I love this cactus plant.
Sometimes when tending to it, I get pricked. However I cannot allow to cut it down and burn it.
I look for means to keep lovingly tending to it. I cannot explain the joy of seeing it blossom neither can I even explain what I mean when I say "I love it".
Juxstapose👆🏾
Saturday, April 30, 2022
AGREED
A short story by D. R. Ruhweza
'He
has agreed to forgive!' Maimuna screamed. Her voice was followed by the sound
of small feet tumbling over each other. Heaving and panting heavily, she burst
into the smoke filled kitchen, 'they..' she caught her breath before continuing
'… they have agreed' she reported. 'He has said he is sorry.'
'What?
really?' Mukaka asked while jumping off her three-legged worn out stool. She
picked up her nkoni, a walking
stick and slowly yet steadily willed old bones out of the kitchen. In her time,
no child or woman was allowed to be seen or heard near the rukurato meeting of elders. 'Yes'
Maimuna continued, 'Mugwisa said he was sorry and agreed to pay compensation.'
Tears of joy filled Mukaka's
eyes as from a distance, she could see her middle-aged son kneeling before his
grey haired balding father in a strong embrace.
Seated
upon a bulging root of the old Mvule
tree, Matama sat wiping her
tears away in time to accept the strong squeeze on her shoulder from Mukaka her mother in law. Matama had
been at the centre of a long and terrible feud between her husband and his
father. Mugwisa had just returned from self-imposed exile from the nearby Humura village. He had done the
dastardly deed of impregnating his father's concubine. As was required by the
custom of the village, Mugurusi
had disowned his son and disinherited him. The Village elders had concurred
with the old man and forbidden his son from ever returning to the village.
Matama had spent the last two years struggling to make peace between her
fugitive husband and his ailing father.
The old man's heart bled for his only son and yet at the same time burnt
with anger at the way he had been betrayed. Mukaka had become to old to warm
Mugurusi's bed. A young woman had therefore been sought to tend to his
diminishing body.
Matama
was not a beautiful girl but she had the voice of an angel. She was also
blessed with green fingers because all that she planted flourished. Unable to
produce any more children due to a problematic pregnancy that left her
womb-less. She had resigned to the fact that her husband would seek other women
in order to sire a son. Mugwisa had
found the body of his father's concubine irresistible. However, an ectopic
pregnancy with fatal results to mother and child had led to the old man's
renewed life of solitude. Unable to forgive his son, Mugu, as his granddaughter
Maimuna called him, had become a bitter and solitary figure.
In
her husband's absence, the cunning work of Matama had began. She weaved her way
into the old man's heart in spite of her own pain, suffered at having been
betrayed by her childhood love. For months, Matama had borne the brunt of
venomous abuse her father-in-law harboured for his son. Encouraged by Mukaka,
she had appealed on her husband's behalf. 'You need him here to keep your
bloodline running Mugurusi' she cajoled. 'Punish him but call him back', she
had pleaded. ‘Without him I am nothing, you are nothing, Maimuna is nothing.'
she had cried.
The
old man had over the weeks softened his stance. The kindly voice of his
daughter in law had cracked away at his ill temper and pain. He had raised his
tired hands at last and sent for his son. 'You are a good woman, Mugurusi had
said before meeting his son in the presence of the elders. 'A good woman' he
had muttered again.
The Hon. Justice Mr. Mike James W’duallo Chibita
The Hon. Justice Mr. Mike James W’duallo
Chibita
Happy
Birthday to a Great Man of God.
Happy
birthday to a Leader, friend and Father
Happy
birthday to a son, mentor and Comrade
Happy
birthday to a child of God and Husband to One
This
whole morning and since yesterday,
I
have been thinking of appropriate words to say
or
an action to take to celebrate the birth of this Gentle Giant.
At a
time when we lack fathers,
You
have been our father.
At a
time when we need genuine friends,
You
have been there.
At a
moment when we desperately need people
to
believe in us and validate what we do,
you
have been that.
At
the moment when we seek counsel
You
have been a Counsellor
Thank
you for looking out for me
Thank
you for loving us
Thank
you for involving us in your life
For
mentoring us
For
the jokes, the wisdom
And the
tough love
Happy
birthday indeed
The
Hon. Justice Mr. Mike James W’duallo Chibita
We
honor you
D. R. Ruhweza (A Son)
April
30, 2022