{UAH} Of politics, people and talk of home.

Habari za siku m(ny)ingi my good friends and family.

I hope I wasn't too long away to be missed and possibly looked for in some ungazetted safe house for whatever reasons. Being back does not exactly explain my grand entrance here, more like dropping in to reassure you that the old ticker still beats for me and my work here is not done yet.

I returned to the usual cacophony of poverty disease and ignorance against a backdrop of war and petty politics. If you ask me where from, I will not be shy to share that I headed for the hills in search of answers just as the ancients, the prophets and oracles of old did.

Am not here to share answers yet but to give you a sneak peek into a world we have all been programmed to forget while we get entangled the more in the wise web of deceit, hypocrisy and conspiracy. We have learnt to believe that life is all about money, medicine and mechanics. We have all the while been conditioned to forget and abandon the small matter and notion of home.

That's what I am here to remind and impress upon you that whatever freedoms and liberties you may strike out to achieve and secure for yourself, they never could get more real than the reality of home.

Some will always pride themselves in being nations of immigrants, others marauding hordes and more still as wandering herdsmen (pastoralists) or even Jews, we have all been duped into a system that takes us away from the only place we can ever be and feel free drawn out into a slavery we hardly recognize.

What and where is home if one may ask? People will always claim to set up home wherever they may find "opportunity," but the desire to return somewhere someday never completely dies. That place where your heart and soul feel an attachment and longing to return is where home is true to the adage that home is where the heart is!

The importance of home can never be over emphasized as figure and manner of speech will over emphasize. Birds coming home to roost, cows coming home, making a home run, getting home to someone in making a point understood are just bits of the ever present significance of home.

Unlike humans, plants and animals will be at home in one area and not another while humans keep on the move in an elusive quest for satisfaction and fulfillment which almost never happens until they can return home. Some of the vicious wars being fought today are those over a right to return or belong to what constitutes home.

If peoples can be coded by colour, there will not be any doubts about who belongs to which and where home would be for them. Four distinctive colour groupings endure. Black, Yellow, Red and White. It's no coincidence that these are the national colours of this obscure wannabe nation of Uganda. As to who is who and belongs where, I wouldn't abuse your intelligence by spelling it out for you.

Yet that won't stop me from introducing you to the Luganda (read Afrikan brotherhood) notion of home. We may have all the four mentioned colours claiming Afrika for home, many will agree that the Blacks have a more valid claim over her. Here is why in the Shabatka's Ancient Language. Afirika, Afrique and Afriqiyy originate from a Luganda string of words translating for At-Ours-Where-Home-Is E-WAFFE-ERI-EKA (EWAFERIKA) Which renders properly to Afrika in todays manner of speech. The notion of home thus lives on in the name of Afrika.

This may take a while getting home to many, but home being where the heart is, a warm heart awaits those that eventually find their way home. There is more to being Ugandans-at-Heart than meets the eye. Much much more than Black, Yellow, Red and White. Now you know why!

Villager

With regards from ACE-AGE

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