Uthman Dan Fodio..(a walk down memory lane and a post for Tumwi..brush with the law..)

..is a character we(those who have gone through the Ugandan education system or have atleast studied west african history) all know..if you don’t let’s say he was a John Wayne type of guy..rock hard, went around looking for fights, liberating people, spreading Islam and you know fighting in the name of Allah. But before you get all western on me, I think he was one of the most memorable personalities i have read about. Infact, one of inspiration and great courage(oh why do i bow at the feet of soldiers,’liberators’ and revolutionists..all 3 words used loosely by the way)..Where am I going with this? Let me tell you a story..if you went to SMACK between the years of 1998-2002, then you most certainly have come across the persona of Musetti Jackson, if you didn’t then you missed a very crucial part of your school life. Back to Uthman Dan Fodio, well he was a jihadist. He went around fighting people and burning infidels…for not wanting to go strongly against my beliefs of religious freedoms I stop here to define the word. But I guess you get the picture. Yes, yes now back to Musetti, or rather back to the school atmosphere. It was during the time of the year(or month or term) that we had sports conventions for the whole of Wakiso(a district in Uganda) and our school having a very large sports ground, were hosts. I was in that class..yes, that class where your classmates are dominating the school team or when you are just plain untouchable! Well, my year we had a number of us as team players and we had our very own cheering team. No poms, no back flips or clappin just plain adoloscent cracked voices, a whole diction full of expletives and a few instigators. Now, I dont clearly remember the first match but all i know is that we had a jihad in the pitch.Our school versus the rest. We had a major fight and when I heard the stories , I was far from impressed and decided to end up down at the pitch the next day. Again the next day, our school team was playing but judging from what happened before, we were more prepared, more in number. So this school came to play against us and we dismissed it as a dodgy school with a dodgy name..’airforce academy’..we laughed off the name. Little did we know it was a school run by the army! So into the game, we are cheering, bashing jellycans, tins name it..we used it to cheer our team. So into the game, we hadnt been scored against, so it turns out the other school had their students behind our goal-keeper and well us, we had a pavillion. Turns out our keeper our being distracted, so we go to ‘bounce’ them..we fetched them….our sportsmaster intervened on their behalf saying we might be disqualified. We relaxed and went back chanting and joggin like the Zulu’s and the soldiers…then we were scored and Jackson went off in a rant..’mwe ba-guy we can’t swallow’..to me he was more like the king in 300..his voice was powerful and strong, he used his words right..next thing you know I am in the crowd running down from the pavillion to rescue our keeper, reclaim our land behind the net..so off we went. So as we reach the goal keeper, we pushed them away, nothing could stop us. Someone threw sand at us, we attacked..my adrenaline was pumpin so much, i was indestructible. Then i heard a voice in all the commotion..’military police’..i then turned my head only to see a man in plain clothes swinging a rubber whip saying ‘toka, toka’..all i remember was that i was whipped round the stomach(still have the scar) and ‘cained engwala'(military style of trippin whereby your ankles are kicked really hard and u fall like a sack of cement)..our little army was dispersed and we went to regroup. I didnt know what happened but the experience and rush felt really good. We regrouped, got sticks and at the end of the match we ‘fetched’ them again, chaos broke loose. It was like the spartans against the persians..we were ready to defend our grounds from the defilement of those chaps. It really was an army school, but we were raw, bloody thirsty ‘jihadists’ led by Jackson..by any means necessary was our motto..and yes we had casualities at the end, a few were beaten, but we walked back to school sharing stories of our victory…we had won the game…we defended our school pitch..

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9 Comments

  1. tandra said,

    October 2, 2007 at 6:35 pm

    like….a firstie!!

  2. tumwijuke said,

    October 3, 2007 at 4:16 am

    LOL.

    Oh Joshi … never the revolutionalist. Ever the dreamer šŸ˜‰

  3. ish said,

    October 3, 2007 at 5:25 am

    wow…u never cease to amuse me… mbu jihadists… more like thugs and hooligans! i thought sports r posed to teach u sportsmanship and temawork and leadership? all that good junk?

  4. October 3, 2007 at 6:54 am

    Heh. Revoluchian!

    That’s the spirit. You get beaten, go into the mountains and regroup, like Chairman Mao and El Commandante Fidel Castro did. šŸ™‚

    And then come back and give them thingies a kick.

  5. duksey said,

    October 3, 2007 at 8:17 am

    LOL,but I bet the other school had the same story.For me it looks like they whopped you guys…But hey am with you so I believe.

  6. Cheri said,

    October 3, 2007 at 9:33 am

    I swear, thi slooked like a very long sentence….Lemme read it now…

  7. petesmama said,

    October 4, 2007 at 5:28 pm

    Lol! What I want to know is, who won the football match? These semantics of defending your field, mbu what-what, me I don’t understand.

    I understand scores and numbers: so who won the football match?

    That said, I would like my son to experience excatly what you went through… those are the defining moments of life. It’s a guy thing.

  8. soulchild said,

    October 5, 2007 at 6:56 am

    For me i know the truth, Joshi was hiding behind the tree when all this happened, too scared to do anything.

    If it’s any consolation, cowards live longer.

  9. amooti said,

    October 5, 2007 at 8:23 am

    I only wanna know where the friggin’ hell Museti Jackson is in this world!I went to prymo with that chap.Nice one, mate!


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