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Wednesday, January 2, 2013

President Does Not Give Out Land - Nkangi

JEHOASH Mayanja Nkangi is the chairman of the Uganda Land Commission, which is in charge of all government land. He explained to Sheila Kulubya why the Government is suddenly leasing a lot of its prime land to investors.

Qn: Why is there suddenly a rush to allocate prime land to investors, and especially land already in use?
Ans:It all comes down to the economic value. You might be using land for a certain purpose, but if something more economically valuable comes up, then you can change.

Qn:From where do you derive your mandate to re-allocate this land?
Ans: According to the 1998 Land Act, we are the custodians, managers and legal owners of all government land. So, whoever wants land must come to us because we are the only ones who can transfer this land. So, when you say Shimoni, the beneficiary is the Ministry of Education and not the people who are there or those who run the school. Similarly, the Ministry of Internal Affairs is the beneficiary of the land where Nsambya Police Barracks is located.

Qn:What factors do you take into account when re-allocating land?
Ans: If a piece of land was being used less optimally than its potential dictates, then we can do so. It's a question of looking at economic potential vis-a-vis the different uses of land.

Qn: Why don't you allocate the investors land elsewhere, instead of school land?
Ans:At the time when the schools were built there was no investor who wanted to use that land. But now, the circumstances have changed. We have to serve the two demands putting into consideration which one has a higher value. If you want to set up a hotel, you would want your hotel to be accessible to tourists because tourists don't want to travel long distances.

Qn: Why don't you advertise this land so that you get the best possible offer, instead of giving it to handpicked investors?
Ans: We do not really consider it economic to advertise because we have no shortage of applicants. In fact, we have more applications for land in the towns than land.  We sit as a commission and consider the relative social and economical importance of the proposed projects before allocating any land.

Qn: Have you only been leasing the land or selling it as well?
Ans:Normally, we don't want to sell. I think we could lawfully do it. But we don't do it, but we have not sold any land yet.

Qn: For how long do you usually lease the land?
Ans: Initially, it's supposed to be five years. Suppose you say you want to have this land for a hotel then, we give you five years to make sure you do it because there is a danger that once you get a title, you might go and sell the land to someone else and get a difference.  If after five years you have done what you said you wanted to do, then we extend the lease to 49 or 99 years.
 
Qn: What happens, if after the leasing, the investor changes his mind and decides to do something different from the that which he/she originally applied for the land?
Ans: If he did it without letting us know, we could revoke the application and consider other applicants for the land.

Qn: About how much land have you leased out over the last five years?
Ans: I do not know. I would need to check, but I know that we have leased out a lot of land.

Qn: How much money has been collected from the leasing of this land, and where does it all go?
Ans: I don't know how much money, but I know that it goes to the consolidated fund, which is the treasury of the Government.

Qn: How often do you meet to lease out the land?
Ans: We meet about once a month. We usually receive many applications for land, but mostly about residences and then investments.

Qn: How long does it take to process an application for land?
Ans: It takes a minimum of about 30 days.

Qn: How does one know whether there is land available?
Ans: We have an inventory. You can come to our offices, look through it and make an application.

Qn: There have been fears that some of this land is being given out to investors free of charge.
Ans: That is not true. Normally, when we offer a lease to someone, the government valuer values the land and that is the premium the leasee must pay.

Qn: Does the commission have the power to waive the premium?
Ans: I am not aware if we have the powers to do so. If we can, then we have never used it before, as far as I can remember. But if we do have that power, we must be very careful because this provision can be misused.

Qn: Is the premium a one-off settlement, or are there other charges?
Ans: The premium is a one-off and thereafter the leasee only pays annual ground rent.

Qn: Who determines the ground rent?
Ans: The Chief Government Valuer does that as well.

Qn: How different is your role from that of the Uganda Investment Authority in as far as procuring land for investment is concerned?
Ans: When it comes to land for investment, the Uganda Investment Authority (UIA) is the first port of call. UIA gives investors licences after appraising the value of a projects. But that does not stop us from examining the projects because we may also have alternative projects.  Let's say someone has been given a licence to set up a mushroom farm and yet we have someone who wants to set up a university. We can overrule them depending on the circumstances.

Qn: Lately, the President appears to be involved in helping some investors acquire land. Is he allowed to do that?
Ans: The President has not leased out any land. The President may suggest an investor and may even talk to us, but ultimately, it's the Uganda Land Commission to sign away this land.

Qn: Why, then, do you allow the investors to bypass the commission instead of dealing with them directly?
Ans: You see, some of these investors probably don't even know that Uganda Land Commission exists. So, they go to the President and tell him what they want to do.  He thinks about it and ultimately contacts us because there cannot be any lease without our involvement.

Qn: Have there been instances where the President has recommended an investor and you have turned him down?
Ans: Not that I know of. But that's because he has not been doing so as much as the media claims.

Qn: There are allegations that there are government officials who have acquired government land purportedly acting on behalf of the President or some big shot investors.
Ans: The problem is, I have not been here long enough to know of such things, so I cannot tell you as much as you may want from me.  But I think the President should be on the lookout for people who claim to act in his name. Personally, when I am confronted with such a situation, I simply ask whoever is talking to me whether he or she has a legal position. If they don't, then I say I am sorry I cannot do that.

Qn: It would appear that there are more foreigners than locals acquiring land for investment. What are you doing as a commission to enable ordinary Ugandans to acquire land?
Ans: We have given many leases to Ugandans, although they may not be known. Each time we meet as commissioners, we lease land to people, many of them Ugandans.

Qn: How much land does the commission hold on behalf of the Government?
Ans: I cannot tell you offhand. But we have an inventory throughout the whole country. A lot of up-country land now belongs legally to district land boards rather than the Uganda Land Commission.

Qn: What is the relationship between the commission and the district land boards?
Ans: By law, we cannot give them orders. They take their own decisions and have their own land.
Therefore, if you want land that belongs to us, you come to us, if the district owns the land, you go to the district land board.

Qn: How then do you know who owns which land?
Ans: You can find out by going to the land registry in the Ministry of Lands. They will tell you who the owner is if the land has been surveyed and has a title deed.

Qn: Part of your mandate is to acquire land for the Government. How often do you do this?
Ans: Rarely. But it's true that sometimes we acquire land for the Government. And sometimes, we acquire it to give to some other people.  Suppose there is a catastrophe, like heavy rains etc, and people are homeless and the Government urgently needs land to resettle them, we can buy land. For instance, we have been buying some land in Kibaale District and we are going to pass it on the Banyoro in the area.

Qn: What are the main challenges for the commission?
Ans: One of the difficulties we have is to make sure that we use the land without having it all being used up.   But we may have to think about what type of land use we should have. Should we build horizontal or vertical? Otherwise, the population is growing so fast, but the land does not increase.

First published in the Sunday Vision: August 6, 2007
By SHEILA. C. KULUBYA

The last Obote saw of Uganda

THE story of Dr. Apollo Milton Obote’s narrow escape reads like a script out of a movie. The only difference is the plot of escape from Kampala to Nairobi involved real people, not fictitious characters.

Several rumours have been doing the rounds over the years, especially one alleging that Obote, who died in a South African hospital on Monday, was smuggled out of the country in a coffin during his daring escape after being ousted in a military coup.

But according to one of his trusted bodyguards, who spoke to Sunday Vision on condition of anonymity, nothing could be further from the truth.
“We never took that man in a coffin. We took him in broad daylight,” says the bodyguard, who stayed for many years with Obote in exile before returning to Uganda.

                                                  Early reports
The drama of Obote’s escape started unfolding early on the morning of July 26, 1987. Obote reported for work as usual at his office on the fourth floor of Parliament Building, where he continued to receive news of a mutinous section of the army led by Chief of Defence Forces Lt. Gen. Tito Okello Lutwa.

The force had overrun Lira town on July 25 and was advancing on Kampala to capture power. But in spite of the imminent danger, he still had hope that some sections of the army still loyal to him would squash the coup. His Chief of Staff, Brig. Smith Opon Acak, was put in charge.

                                             Crisis meeting
A flurry of activity filled the President’s Office at Parliament till late in the evening. At about 10:00pm the Minister of State for Security, Chris Rwakasisi; the Minister of Public Service and Cabinet Affairs, Wilson Okwenje; Brig. Acak, Col. John Ogole, Maj. Olwol, Lt. Col. John Opor and Col. Orotha met to map out a strategy to contain the Okello troops.

Col. Ogole was assigned to set up ambushes along the Kampala-Karuma road to beat off the mutineers. Shortly after midnight Obote retreated to Nile Mansions (present-day Serena Kampala Hotel) to sleep.

                                         More defections
At 2:30am, he was woken up and informed that the soldiers who had been deployed to squash the coup had thrown in their lot with the plotters.

Obote summoned his bodyguards. “Let’s go,” he said. Fearing for Obote’s life, his protection unit whisked him off to the residence of his personal doctor, Henry Opiote, where he held marathon meetings with Brig. Acak, the commander of the Special Forces, Ahmed Ogeny, Senior Superintendent of Police Okoth Ogola and Ogole, the commander of the 50th Brigade. Some ministers, including Rwakasisi, also attended.

It was decided that the President should be moved out of Kampala. When it was suggested that he leave the country, Obote objected vehemently. Rwakasisi convinced him that it was important for him to stay alive. An agreement was reached that he be relocated to Jinja.

At 5:30pm, Obote was heading out of Kampala. Silently, his bodyguards — the Presidential Escort Unit, an elite outfit with a superb system of gathering information and analysing threats to the President — had different plans. The destination was Kenya via Busia.

Obote’s bodyguard says a contingency plan of travel was hatched, and was supposed to “draw as little attention as possible”. The highly trained bodyguards took control of the lead car since they had mapped out the route and destination.

His usual convoy was scaled down from 10 to four cars, including the big Mercedes Benz (model 600) in which Obote normally travelled, two smaller Benzes (model 380) and a Jeep, which was mounted with a large anti-aircraft gun.

Likewise, his usual team of nine bodyguards was reduced to six and it was agreed that they wouldn’t use the walkie-talkies so as not to alert the coup plotters of Obote’s whereabouts. The team visibly had fewer guns but there were extra weapons in the boots of the cars.

“We set off for Jinja at breakneck speed,” says the former bodyguard, who laughed heartily when asked whether Obote was worried that his escape would be detected.

                                                     The roadblocks
However, when the convoy arrived in Mukono, it was detained for 15 minutes at a roadblock manned by heavily armed soldiers who were under orders not to allow anyone through, especially not Obote. “Sisi yote takufa hapa, akuna anakimbiya,” they said in Swahili, meaning “All of us should die in the country”. Surprisingly, the soldiers did not bother to search the presidential convoy for Obote, who was huddled in the back seat of the big car with a bodyguard. The car’s windows were heavily tinted and the curtains had been drawn for added protection.

“We had all decided that we would fight and defend the President, if the soldiers attempted to search the car,” recalls the bodyguard.

After a lot of haggling, Opiote lied that the convoy was going to the border to pick up Obote’s wife Miria, who had been in Nairobi attending a conference for first ladies.

But they were let off the hook mostly because the soldiers were convinced Obote wouldn’t possibly have travelled at such an ungodly hour without his full presidential security detail.

The convoy once again ran into another group of soldiers at the bridge in Jinja, but was left to go on without further incident until they got to Busia.
The convoy drove into Jinja town, avoiding Kyabazinga Way, which is close to Gadaffi Garrison. In Jinja, Obote protested when he learnt that he was not being driven to the Presidential Lodge, but was heading out of the country.

By the time they reached Busia, the news had already spread that Obote had escaped from Kampala and all army units had been put on alert to look out for him. An Acholi officer, working with the National Security Agency, had locked the gates at the border crossing, one with a padlock and the other with a sisal rope, which was quickly loosened to allow Obote and the bodyguards safe passage to the Kenyan side.

                                                                Safely across
According to the bodyguard’s testimony, all weaponry and ammunition, which they had carried with them during the escape, was left on the Ugandan side of the border. It was deemed wrong to cross dressed in military fatigues and some of the escorts had to take off their shirts.

“We never took any guns of Uganda with us, we left everything behind. Some people crossed without shoes,” says the bodyguard who also claims that Obote did not carry any money with him at the time of escape.

Obote stayed for a few days at the dingy Teachers Hotel in Busia before finally leaving for Kakamega. His bodyguard says Opiote and one of the bodyguards raised $600 between them to buy fuel for the cars.

Later Obote and his entourage were transferred from the Kakamega Golf Course Hotel to the State Lodge. By then, Obote was still holding out in the hope that his loyalist forces might still pull it off. But all his hopes went up in smoke when he received word that Brig. Smith Opon Acak, James Odong Oduka, Maj. Olwol, Col. Ogole and two Air Force pilots, Lt. Okello and Maj. Peter Nyakairu had landed at Embakasi Military Base with two helicopters.

“When Obote heard this, he knew the game was over,” says the bodyguard, who could not say whether Obote had been heartbroken at being ousted twice in a military coup. Obote reportedly consoled his despirited men, saying, “We have lost a government, but there is nothing to do. It happens.”

                                                          Seeking sanctuary
The following day Obote met with Kenyan President Daniel Arap Moi at Nakuru State House. Moi considered giving him a place to live but Obote opted to go to his friend, former Kenyan Attorney General Kitili Mwenda, in Nairobi.

Both Moi and Ethiopian President Haile Mengistu Mariam are said to have offered him sanctuary, but Obote opted for Zambia arguing that he wanted to stay out of the region. He left for Zambia with about 150 people 10 days after the coup.

Before he left Nairobi for Zambia, another battle had been going on to re-unite the family, as two of the children — Benjamin Opeto and Tony Akaki — had been left behind in Uganda when Obote escaped.

Opiote had been left at State House Entebbe and Akaki was at Namasagali College, where he studied. The Indian High Commission and the headmaster of Namasagali, Fr. Damian Grimes, assisted in re-uniting the two boys with the rest of the family.

                                                         Obote’s security
That Obote was able to slip through two army roadblocks undetected was not only down to sheer luck, but a combination of good intelligence, proper planning and training of his elite Presidential Protection Unit.

Before his escape, Obote had survived several daring assassination attempts, some orchestrated by very senior officials in government. The bodyguard recalls an incident in 1984, during Labour Day Celebrations in Jinja, where Obote was officiating. One of the women dancers entertaining the guests moved close to Obote and, when apprehended, was found with a knife in the folds of her clothing.

In the same year there were other incidents. Someone sent the President a book which, when x-rayed, was found to contain explosives. Another present of a Kenwood food processor was laced with radioactive material. Then a soldier was caught with a stick grenade in a paper bag, which he had planned to haul at Obote during a function at Fairway Hotel.

The unit uncovered a plot to down Obote’s plane on return from Italy. A Pakistani assassin had camped for days in a swampy location in Entebbe and was planning to shoot down Obote’s plane as it came in to land at Entebbe. He was locked up in Luzira.

According to Obote’s bodyguard, although security for the president would often be shared amongst all the security agencies, the elite Presidential Protection Unit would always take the lion’s share of responsibility.

The bulk of the team had received their training in North Korea, Italy and India and were skilled in the art and craft of VIP protection. The unit also had a state-of-the-art German-made Telefunken telecommunication system, which had telephones and a fax machine to enable the President to stay in constant touch in any part of the country.

“We were the ones who were keeping the pot, as we used to call him then,” the bodyguard recalls.

Published on: Sunday, 16th October, 2005
Written by SHEILA C. KULUBYA

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Kony2012 (#stopkony) is a typical Hollywood script of good versus evil, starrying Team America as "World Police".

Like everyone else, am tempted to weigh in on the Kony2012 video. No doubt the film is a digital marvel - slick, punch and totally absorbing - but I found the framing of the narrative a little too simplistic for such a serious issue. Do I want Joseph Kony captured? Most definitely. Do I think he is the only bad guy in this war? Certainly not. The Lords Resistance Army rebellion remains one of the most complex conflicts in Uganda's history. It goes beyond the religious and social discriminatory robes in which it was initially clothed (and conveniently so) by those living beyond our borders who cared enough to know of its existence. It would have been great for Kony2012 to have been framed in a way that offers a balanced narrative to those with little knowledge about the conflict, rather than merely cast in the typical Hollywood script of good versus evil - with Kony as the villain, and the USA (and West) as the quintessential good cop. It wouldn't have hurt to veer off the script for once - and mix things up a little with some hard-nosed realities. Movie aficionados will tell you that "Blood Diamond" and "Black Hawk Down" weren't all that bad, despite dealing with the same messy affairs of war (and need I say, economic resource marginalization!). Visit the UK Guardian's website at - http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/reality-check-with-polly-curtis/2012/mar/08/kony-2012-what-s-the-story?fb=native -for a compilation of different viewpoints on this film from across the world.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Three Stories of My Life - Steve Jobs!


I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.


I dropped out of Reed College after the first six months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out? It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course."

My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college. And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK.

It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting. It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4,000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our board of directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down -- that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over. I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday, not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most importantly, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand, not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: It was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

Steve Jobs (February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011)

Friday, September 30, 2011

Rethinking the high cost of institutionalised education

The increasing cost of education has been very much on my mind since the new term begun. But it was fast tracked to the top of my to-do-list when my daughter presented an invoice indicating yet again an increase in transport charges by the school bus company that transports her to school everyday. The most nagging (and patronizing) aspect was that unlike last term’s increment which had been communicated and discussed in a parents’ meeting, this term, the company didn't even bother to communicate or explain the new charges. It was assumed that parents would "understand" anyway, and pay up. Afterall, we are all working our butts off to ensure our kids get the best education that money can buy, right? Unfortunately, many of us are now spending a lot more than we are earning, as our incomes have not increased to match the level of inflation and the increasing cost of goods and services. A small loaf of bread now costs shs2500, up from 1800. Sugar is up to Shs3400. A good sized fish, enough to feed a family of four costs Ugshs7000, while a kilo of meat is retailing at Shs10,000 upwards depending on where you buy it. Four small tomatoes go for Shs1,000 while a litre of petrol is trading at Shs3850. And that is just the tip of the iceberg. Almost everyone I know has tightened their belts to try and weed out any unnecessary expenditure in order to weather the current recession, which is likely to go on for months, if not years! But if costs continue to rise, and the dollar keeps gaining against the shilling, service providers and middle-men will continue passing the costs onto the end-users and causing many of us to make certain choices out of desperation rather than logic. One of these choices that am currently evaluating is whether to chuck institutionalized learning and try homeschooling my children, primarily to reduce costs, although I feel it would also give them a much more wholesome educational experience that affords them more opportunities to explore their sporting and creative talents. I have given myself up to January next year to do more research, and decide whether to do it or not.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Sierra Leone: Deforestation is seen as an environmental “time-bomb”.

Sweat trickles down Fatmata Sesay’s cheeks as she bends to scoop charcoal from a large brown bag, which she then empties into four small bamboo baskets neatly lined up on the floor.

After filling them up, her 10-year-old son, David Turay, stacks them on his head and sets off for the city centre to sell the charcoal. On average, David makes about 10,000 Leone per day (US$3) - money that his mother desperately needs to provide for him, his six-year-old brother and four-year-old sister.

Like many Salone women who lost their husbands during Sierra Leone’s 12-year civil war, Ms Sesay, 28, has struggled to adjust to her new role as family breadwinner. Selling charcoal is the only way she can put food on the table.

“I sell charcoal because I have no other way of supporting my family. There are no jobs here, so you have to create one yourself,” Ms Sesay says as she arranges the heaps of bags stacked outside the makeshift shelter that she uses as a shop and warehouse. “There is a ready market for it,” she adds, since “almost everybody uses charcoal for cooking”.

Reliance on charcoal and wood

In Sierra Leone, charcoal and wood make up 90 per cent of the total energy consumption. It is the preferred cooking and ironing fuel for both low and middle-income earners. For hundreds of thousands of rural dwellers, sales of firewood and charcoal provide virtually their only income, and allow a quick return on investments.

The use of charcoal and firewood however, is increasingly recognised globally as one of one of the major causes of deforestation and environmental degradation.

Making charcoal entails cutting down trees, thus causing deforestation. Wood has to be burnt in kilns for long periods of time, a process which releases CO2, the principal greenhouse gas that leads to global warming and climate change.

Between 1990 and 2000, Sierra Leone lost an average of 19,300 hectares of forest per year. This amounts to an average annual deforestation rate of 0.63 per cent. Between 2000 and 2005, deforestation increased by 7.3 per cent to 0.68 per cent per annum. In total, between 1990 and 2005, Sierra Leone lost 9.5 per cent of its forest cover, or around 290,000 hectares mainly as a result of shifting cultivation, commercial logging and cutting of trees for wood to make charcoal.

The annual supply of wood is currently estimated at around four million cubic metres, 10 per cent of which goes to Freetown. All around Sierra Leone’s capital, charcoal can be seen being sold in markets and by roadside vendors. The once leafy slopes around Freetown and its suburbs are bare of trees and vegetation. In their place are hundreds of houses, some newly built and others in different stages of completion.

Siray Timbo, Director of IDEAS, the largest Engineering and Construction firm in Sierra Leone, says the unregulated cutting down of trees and construction activity is an environmental time-bomb that could have serious consequences for its citizens.

Cutting down trees is destroying the soil cover by leaving the top soil unprotected and vulnerable to erosion during heavy rains, he notes.

“Last year we had a lot of flooding, and some people lost their lives because there is nothing anymore to stop the water from running down the hills. If nothing is done now, things could get worse,” he warns.

Environmental conservation initiatives

However, Syril Jusu, Director of Environment for the National Commission of Environment and Forestry, set up by an act of Parliament in 2007, says that there are some environmental initiatives that are beginning to bear some fruit.

Last year, Sierra Leone's government banned the exportation of timber in an effort to curb illegal logging by Chinese and other foreign businessmen. The ban is a move to prevent desertification as well as the loss of rare tree species that were being smuggled out of the country to meet demand from Asian woodcarvers.

Sierra Leone is also one of the first Commonwealth countries to set aside a forest for purely environmental conservation. The 75 hectare Gola forest, which borders Liberia, has been elevated to the status of a national park with local communities paid to compensate them for loss of income once generated from logging and diamond mining. The forest is home to leopards, chimpanzees and forest elephants, as well as 2,000 different plants and more than 250 species of bird, 14 of which are close to extinction.

The Gola project is being jointly funded by a US$12m trust fund set up by the European Commission, the French government, the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds and the United States-based Conservation International Aid agencies.

But far more important than its local environmental value, the Gola provides a model example of how poor countries could earn more from preserving trees than chopping them down. The Commonwealth is promoting a similar initiative – known as carbon financing - as a way of helping member states to reverse climate change.

Commonwealth ministers call for urgent action

Carbon financing is now seen as one of the most promising mechanisms for increasing investment in forestry and reducing greenhouse gas emissions. It could make it possible for countries to keep their forests, which would otherwise be cleared, in exchange for payment from industrialised countries looking to reduce their carbon emissions.

Last month, on 20 February, the Commonwealth Consultative Group on the Environment met in Monaco to discuss carbon financing. They agreed that it was important to take action now and not to wait for the international community to conclude their negotiations on climate change before beginning trials on new approaches.

Still, many experts contend that initiatives like carbon financing will have little impact without addressing the underlying problems of poverty and unemployment that face some of the poorer countries.

Sierra Leone for instance, is currently rated as the poorest country in the world, with about 70 per cent of its 5.6 million people still living on less than a dollar a day, and 70 per cent illiterate, according to the UN Human Development Index. An estimated two million youths, most of them former combatants, are unemployed.

With the country’s population expected to reach seven million by the year 2010, the use of wood and charcoal as main sources of household energy is likely to result in severe problems of availability if no attempts are made to ensure that the supply is sustainable, experts say.

“Efforts must be made to find alternative sources of energy like cooking gas, and people need to be educated and sensitised about why they need to switch to such fuels. Even more importantly, they need to be able to afford such fuels, so they need to be employed and have regular sources of income,” notes Dr Oguulade Davidson, an energy expert at the Fourah Bay College, University of Sierra Leone.

The advantage of switching to gas would be two-fold: it would reduce the use of charcoal and firewood in households; and it would also create a new industry of gas suppliers, one which could potentially provide employment for women like Sesay.

“It would be a win-win situation; you protect the environment while at the same time, creating jobs for people, which is really want people want,” says Dr Davidson.

Originally published in the Commonwealth Quarterly -http://www.thecommonwealth.org/EZInformation/176101/060308efforts/- on March 6, 2008.

Alexander Mackay: The wizardry missionary of the Great lakes.

ALEXANDER Mackay liked to tell the truth. Even when it hurt. Or shocked. Or saddened. Just days before he set sail for Uganda in 1876, he made an unusual observation which was to come true.

"I want to remind the committee that within six months, they will probably hear that one of us is dead," he told the committee of the church missionary society at a send-off party for him and eight other missionaries.

Everyone was shocked. People could be seen whispering amongst themselves, according to a report in the CMS Gleaner.

"Yes," he continued. "Is it at all likely that eight Englishmen should start for Central Africa and all will be alive six months after? One of us at least - it may be I - will surely fall before that."

"But," he added, "when that news comes, do not be cast down, but send someone else immediately to take the vacant place."

In less than two years, Mackay wrote home to say that of the eight missionaries, two had died of tropical disease, the natives had murdered two and two had returned to England very sick. Others followed in their footsteps, and some met the same end.

Bishop James Hannington was murdered on his way, as was Bishop Parker. Alexander Mackay outlived them, but only for a little longer.

His story is a fascinating tale of purpose and perseverance amidst persecution. And for this, it has been told and retold by a whole generation of authors in the last century.

In The Story of the Life of Mackay of Uganda, Pioneer Missionary, his sister J. W. Harrison sheds light on his childhood and the events that shaped the man who is sometimes referred to as the modern-day John the Baptist.

Mackay was born on October 13, 1849 in Rhynie Aberdeernshire in Scotland. His father, Alexander Mackay, was a church minister in a remote parish of the eastern highlands in Scotland. Mackay was unusually bright, and by the age of three, could read the New Testament.

Mackay's father was a friend of a number of academics and scientists, one of whom was Sir Roderick Murchison, David Livingstone's sponsor and after whom the Murchison Falls is named. At 14, as he was about to join grammar school, Mackay lost his mother and he was never the same again.

His sorrow and loneliness kindled a thirst for adventure in him and a deep fascination with machines. It is said that he would often walk for miles just to see a railway engine.

His parents had hoped he would follow in his father's footsteps and become a church minister, but while at Edinburgh University, Mackay begun to concentrate on engineering and soon, he was studying higher mathematics and surveying.

In 1873, he went to Germany to study German. While here, he got a job as a draughtsman at the Berlin Locomotive Works and invented an agricultural machine, which won first prize at an exhibition of steam engines in Breslau.

At the teacher training college in Edinburgh, he had had a reputation as a loner and he did no better in Berlin although he wrote frequently to his family.

"Here I am," he once wrote, "among all these heathen people; almost all are infidels, but agree in so far acknowledging the existence of God as to continually use the expression `Ach Gott (Oh God)' often more than once in the same sentence.

On this account, I am obliged to have as little conversation with them as possible and hence cannot have the advantage of German conversation as I would like."

During his stay in Berlin, Mackay resided with the family of Hofprediger Baur, one of the ministers of the cathedral there. Under Baur's influence the fascination of missionary life, which he had felt in his youth, was revived in him and he begun to study the Bible.

It is while he was in Germany that his sister wrote to him, and told him about a missionary expedition to Madagascar, which Mackay decided to join as an "engineering missionary". His vision was to connect Christianity with modern civilisation and he hoped to do so by establishing a college to train young men in religion and science.

He also wanted to build railways and roads, which he described as "an enormous enterprise for one single-handed".

Months before he was due to set off for Madagascar, the mission fell through, and he was asked instead to go to Mombasa to oversee the settlement of liberated slaves.

This journey too, hit a dead end, and someone else got the job before Mackay's formal application went in. It was around this time that the London Daily Telegraph published a letter from the explorer Henry Morton Stanley asking for missionaries to be sent to Uganda.

Mackay applied to the CMS to be part of the Uganda mission, also known as the mission to Nyanza, and on April 27, 1876, set sail on the steamship, the SS Peshawar, from Southampton.

Arriving at Zanzibar on May 30, 1876, Mackay and about eight of his colleagues set off for the interior. It took him well over two years to travel from the coast to Buganda. One after another, his colleagues died along the way until he was the only one left.

All through his travels, he kept a journal (currently kept at the CMS archive library in London) in which he jotted his impression of the people and the culture and lifestyle of the various African tribes he visited on his journey.

In one of his entries he observes: "Go where you will, you will find every week and, where grain is plentiful every night, every man, woman and child, even to suckling infants, are reeling with the effects of alcohol."

Because of this, he writes, he became a teetotaller from the moment he left the coast.

In November 1878, Mackay arrived in Buganda and established his headquarters at Nateete, where he set up his printing and engineering workshop. In time he built a medium-sized storeyed bungalow.

His was the first house ever in Uganda to be built with bricks. The house's foundation was made of burnt bricks while the walls were built with sun-dried bricks.

In March 1882, Mackay baptised his first five converts among them Sembera, and three of the king's pages, named Mukasa, Kakumba Lugalama. Others soon followed.

It is said Mackay would print large letters on sheets of paper, which he used to teach his young converts to read and write Swahili. He also translated the gospel of Matthew into Luganda.

His first printing press, a small hand-operated machine, is on display at the Uganda Museum, while a church and school (Mackay College) now occupy the place where his workshop once stood.

Mackay was not only keen on winning more souls for God, he also put in long hours teaching his new converts new skills such as building roads, houses, machinery, and boats as well as reading and writing.

It is evident from Mackay's journal that he was a good friend of Kabaka Muteesa's and the two would talk often. In one of his entries, he recounts that the Kabaka once asked him to help him obtain an English princess, so that he could add her to his numerous collection of wives and was astonished when Mackay told him that in England "no woman could be given in marriage without her consent".

Another time, Muteesa said: "Mackay, when I become friends with England, God in heaven will be the witness. God will be the witness that England will not come to make war on Buganda, nor Buganda go to make war on England.

Everyone will say: `Oh Muteesa is coming,' when I reach England, and when I return: `Oh Muteesa is coming back again.'"

Although the Kabaka never did make the royal journey, three of his emissaries eventually did, one of them Ham Mukasa Mulira.

But despite their friendship, Mackay despised the "heathen" practices of the king which prevented him from being baptised. He writes how the unfortunate victims of Muteesa's displeasure would be slowly tortured to death, their noses, ears and lips cut off.

For others, he says, the sinews of their arms and thighs would be cut out and roasted in front of their eyes, before these were put out and the body itself burnt alive.

"The wretch who orders all this to be done for his own gratification is he who is called in Europe `the enlightened and intelligent king of Buganda'".

He also writes about some of the barbaric practices of the king such as the kiwendo (a great human sacrifice to secure blessings from a departed king). For instance his journal entry of February 6, 1881 reads thus: "Two years ago the king gave orders for a kiwendo and 2,000 innocent people were slaughtered in one day.

Less than a year ago a similar atrocity was committed. Two thousand poor peasants were caught, fastened in forked sticks, kept in pens and murdered on the set day, as an expiatory offering to the departed spirit of the former king, Suna.

Now another kiwendo is about to take place, because the king is ill and a sorcerer has told him that only a great slaughter can heal his sickness." Risking his life, Mackay wrote the king a letter, pleading for their lives, but his plea was disregarded.

Muteesa, for political reasons, played off Catholics, Protestants and Muslims against each other, and played all three new religions off against the traditional priests, working them all to his own advantage.

Mackay and the White Fathers played directly into Muteesa's hands, spending more time maligning one another than they did working together.

Life, however, became increasingly difficult for Mackay after Muteesa's death. He writes that the new Kabaka, Mwanga II, had a cruel streak and was easily influenced by his chiefs. "Our young king has some good points, but I fear few.

He is much afraid of his older chiefs when it is a question of doing anything in what we would call a right direction. No such scruples seem to come in way when he wants to kill a score of two of his subjects."

The new king was also under the influence of Arabs at court and he had become addicted to smoking bhang like them. Much worse, he had acquired a taste for sodomy.

Indeed, Mackay writes that the martyrdom of Christians in Buganda was sparked off by a related incident after one of the pages, Apollo Kaggwa, refused to service the king. In his journal, he describes the incident as "an act of splendid disobedience and brave resistance to this Negro Nero's orders to a page of his, who absolutely refused to be made the victim of an unmentionable abomination".

Mackay says that the king went berserk and summoned every page at court. He then asked those assembled which of them was a Christian. Thirty stepped forward and thus began the Christian martyrdom.

And when his palace burned down one day, all blame was laid squarely on the Christians (the thatched roof had accidentally caught fire when one of the pages was out praying). Three Christian boys - Seruwanga, Yusufu, and Lugalama - were arrested, tortured and burned on a slow fire for their negligence. Another Protestant page was speared to death.

Then three Catholic pages were beheaded. The next day, two more Protestant lads were castrated and died, while a couple of Catholics were hacked to pieces. Others were picked off in ones and twos.

For a few months, there was a halt to this carnage. Then in 1886, 26 of the pages - 13 Catholics and 13 Protestants - were marched 16km from the capital and burned alive in a huge bonfire at Namugongo.

In all, about 200 Christians were tortured and burned. Their death and Mwanga's continued persecution of Christians weighed on Mackay's conscience as he could only watch helplessly as his former pupils and friends were murdered.

In 1888, it seemed the persecution would stop when Mwanga was driven from his throne by the Muslims and replaced by his elder brother Kiweewa, during the inter-religious wars. Mackay held on, despite the bloodshed and the civil war, and was always hopeful of establishing a permanent station.

Months later, Mwanga was re-installed by the Christians after defeating the Muslims, his suspicion and growing dislike of Mackay continued and he decided to leave.

Twice, Mackay and Ashe tried to leave, but they would always be intercepted and marched back to Nateete by the king's chief warrior. A year later, on July 21, 1887, Mackay was allowed to leave Buganda and he travelled to Usambiro on the southern shores of Lake Victoria, where he stayed for the remaining three years of his life.

A great deal of his time was spent urging the British government through the consul at Zanzibar to annex more territories in Africa to prevent "dictatorial rulers" such as Mwanga from "inflicting atrocities on their own people."

Mackay was also shocked at the apparent indifference of Christians in Europe to the martyrdom of black Christians in Africa when at the same time, they could be roused to a fury at the murder of a white Christian bishop like James Hannington.

On February 14, 1890 Mackay caught malarial and four days later he died at Usambiro, the last survivor of the little band of eight that had set out for Uganda in 1876.

He was buried at Usambiro and his remains were later transferred and buried at Namirembe Cathedral.

Originally published in the Sunday Vision in 2006.