Banana Republic: Where Writing is Treasonous
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Kakwenza Rukirabashaija
Kakwenza Rukirabashaija is an Ugandan lawyer and multi-award winning novelist. He was named the 2021 PEN Pinter International Writer of courage and in 2022, nominated for the Disturbing Peace Award which recognizes distinguished courageous writers who have suffered unjust persecution. In 2023, he won the prestigious Václav Havel International Prize for Creative Dissent. He is currently exiled in Germany where he is writing more social protest literature and making the Ugandan dictator uncomfortable.
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Banana Republic - Kakwenza Rukirabashaija
Contents
FOREWORD
INTRODUCTORY POEM BY KAGAYI NGOBI
1990’s
THE ARREST
TORTURE CHAMBER
HOUSE SEARCH
BACK TO THE TORTURE CHAMBER
TRANSFER TO SPECIAL INVESTIGATIONS UNIT, KIREKA
SECRET COMMITTAL TO COURT
UGANDA GOVERNMENT PRISON, BUSESA
BAIL
EPILOGUE
RE-ARREST
Further information
FOREWORD
Stubborn!
That is how we describe people who seem to enjoy things that get them punished. Rukirabashaija certainly enjoyed writing The Greedy Barbarian. There is also no hint of remorse or caution in the Facebook post that rubbed Museveni`s military the wrong way.
The military may have punished him in the context of COVID-9, but punishing political writers whose literature ventilates dissent from the orthodox narrative of Museveni`s military dictatorship is the NRM regime`s modus operandi.
As a child, it was his father exasperated with his bedwetting. Today, he continues to wet the bed of Museveni’s reign with an avalanche of critical literature in both fiction and social media.
This particular story is a heart shredding and meticulous recount of Rukirabashaija`s sordid Chieftaincy of Military Intelligence (CMI) ordeal.
It is also a tale of two masters. The tale of Kakwenza Rukirabashaija’s school teacher who used the wonderful opportunity of a satirical essay ridiculing his poor clothing not only to revolutionize his wardrobe but also to encourage and counsel bold students thereby inadvertently setting ablaze resplendent flames of literary talent.
Then, the opposite tale of a monstrous master whose gunners decide to bomb away Rukirabashaijas real and presumed stubbornness with guns, slaps, gun butts and water boarding among other torture techniques.
Even for the non-Christians, Easter Monday in Uganda is a conclusion of a brief but much needed break from the humdrum of routine work. People rest and visit friends. COVID-19 had ensured that 2020 Easter was a different story. The lockdown kept people at home and modest. It was worse for Rukirabashaija! It heralded days of CMI torture during which he was interrogated about everything from his acquaintances to his diction.
As a lawyer who has represented numerous victims of CMI torture and illegal detention, the story of Rukirabashaija has several familiar features. The blindfolds, the hanging, the toilet detention, beating from all directions, waterboarding, blood, tears, underground bunkers…
Rukirabashaija’s ordeal still had some surprising flavors - a pulchritudinous lady lustfully looking at him and praising his work but fearing for his life.
His audacity shines through. If you know Uganda’s military, it takes balls as tall as Rukirabashaija to talk to them about the constitution, the law, human rights and to answer them plainly as did Rukirabashaija while in their torture dungeon. Not even the ordeal smothered his candor. This is a book to devour with both hands and eyes.
At Mbuya, he could not breathe. He could not stand. He could not eat sometimes. But it is also here that he met God and confessed his many sins. I remember him telling us about meeting God in Mbuya and God telling him that he was not going to die at a time when he was giving up on life.
It is also an honour not only to represent one of the brightest intellectual lights of our times but also to be asked to do a foreword to a story of one of the most defining episodes of his life. And, the walking corruption certainly tickled my poetic buds.
Great story!
Eron Kizza
Human rights lawyer
July 2020
INTRODUCTORY POEM BY KAGAYI NGOBI
YOU STAND THERE WARNED
These people these people
These people are corrupt
These people are spiritually bankrupt
These people have rubbish pits for heads
These people bury skulls in nursery beds
These people turn into mosquitoes at night
These people arrest writers and keep them in the dark
These people eat words and feed hungry masses empty promises
These people squeeze life bedbugs
These people have leopard spots
These people have whiskers and tails
These people hire crime preventers
To police opposition out of parliament
These people are not people these people are not people
These people are not people
These people urinate everywhere
They urinate on the constitution
They urinate on our history books
They urinate on streets where street children sleep
They urinate on teachers
They urinate on doctors
They urinate on street vendors
They urinate on rioters
They urinate on pensioners
These people these people
These people are not people these people are not people
These people are not people
These people like poor story tellers,
Poor historians, poor sculptors
Poor smelters, poor poets,
Poor potters, poor drum makers,
These people are poor artists
These people are just good at guns and tear gas
They want to sell the sun, the moon, the lakes,
The trees, the oxygen, the dust
These people tax poverty, poor health, suicide resorts
Unemployment, ignorance
They tax children
These people do nothing about it
These people these people
These people do not listen to Herman Basudde
These people do not listen to Paulo Kafeero
These people called the tune but did not pay the piper
These people are not people these people are not people
These people are not people
Stand warned.
This is a narration of the excruciating torture I went through in a Chieftaincy of Military Intelligence (CMI) dungeon as a result of my published novel, The Greedy Barbarian, which is a political fiction that mirrors gerontocratic, kleptocratic, nepotistic and murderous African regimes.
1990’s
The year was 1995, in the month of November. It was a Friday. We were in class, around a hundred or more pupils, studying math. The teacher stood in front of us, writing on the blackboard with a piece of chalk, doing abacus calculations. Most of us, however, listened lackadaisically and waited for the bell for lunch to ring. That was when I saw my late father, through the open window, walking down the hill from home towards the school. He was carrying my bedding. It was a small two-inch mattress without a cover, browned by many years of bed wetting. The cover had since got shredded and we had made a ball from it that we kicked around every evening after classes. My father had warned us against leaving wet mattresses in our bedroom instead of putting them out in the sun to dry.
That day, our herdsman, with whom I used to share a bed, had overslept and forgotten to put the mattress out to dry when he woke up to take the cows out to graze in the morning. He had hurriedly got out of the house when my father lashed out at him for oversleeping -- the animals had been making noise. After milking the cows, he had got back to bed to continue enjoying the morning sleep. My father had warned us several times that if we again forgot to dry the mattress, he would carry it to school and shame us before the entire population of teachers and pupils. He had woken up to the stench of three days’ bedwetting that pervaded the whole house. The blatant disobedience of his rules had made him furious.
When I saw him briskly walking down the hill carrying the wet and dirty mattress in his right hand and a cane in the other, brandishing the cane in rage, I knew that here was an avalanche of disaster rolling towards me. He was a hundred metres away when I saw him, and I could not wait for him to reach the school. I was about nine years old. I