Name: Hussein Kato Ssezibwa
Age: 25 years
Father: Mustapha Ssezibwa
Mother: Olivia Nabiwamba
Grand father: Musajja Tabula
Great Grand father: Mujojolo Ssebude
From:
Kawango Singo,
When I was about eight years, my cousin sister came to visit us and as we had just finished lunch, it started to rain heavily with thunder and wind blowing fiercely. Our 4-year old house was shaking terribly and we feared it was going to collapse on us. In a sense of fear and confusion, I noticed my cousin sister had started trebling, her voice changed, eyes abnormally moving side to side, in a seated position jumping up and down. She started speaking a strange language, and from her actions, it clearly showed that it was not her in her real sense.
My mother immediately told us that it was the Gods holy spirits that had come. She pleaded with them to cool the situation to which they respond by asking for a basket with a bark cloth and some coffee berries. My mother was also asked to go outside, collect some herbs and burn them in the house. She asked us to stay composed as she rushed to her bedroom and directed my big brother to collect the herbs from outside. My mother brought a basket and placed it in front of her, still praying and pleading, then my mother burned the herbs, and my cousin sister touched the basket. She slowly cooled down and after a few seconds of silence, she settled back to normal. The storm outside and shaking of our house stopped. My mother started a narrating the story to her and she had no any knowledge of what had happened.
Since that time, I got to know that there is the highest power in the world, which can pass through our ancestors to fore tell what can happen or what is wrong.
I am now a grownup, very much in contact with that cousin sister of mine, and from my experience at work, in life and dreams, respect for nature (HERBS, SNAKES, BIRDS, MOUNTAINS AND RIVERS ETC) has showed me, how we can live in harmony with our beloved ancestors and the environment.
Let us love our ancestors so that we can be connected to God.
My name is Nakigude, a daughter of Mawangala-a son of Luwagga. I belong to the monkey clan and I am the grand granddaughter of Mugema.
Since my childhood, I have had complicated diseases and no one in our family could find the cure for them. As time went on, others in my family started experiencing the same complications. Many of them went mad and others died suddenly.
My mother was very worried and wepted everyday. She went to many churches/ and hospitals, but all failed to cure those diseases which were in our family and we continued with the suffering.
When I grew up, I went and search the cause of the complications, since my mother had earlier told us that all this was a result of our neglecting cultural and traditional beliefs.
After a long search, a friend of mine directed me to Jaaja Lubowa, the snake place. There I received a lot of advice concerning the problems I had which I carefully followed. After that these problems started subside and I got better. I therefore appeal to you to come back to your roots and together we praise our ancestors in seven colours (RAINBOW), in harmony so that peace prevails on Mother earth and the Universe.
You are all welcome in Uganda. Let us fight for Lubowa Hill. Lubowa is our father. Come back to the snake and know your culture. That is the life, if you have no culture, no life.
“Join us, it is a world wide struggle.”
The people of my Great great clanship were rich, lived a happy life and lived long too. However, when foreign religions started, our society began to change for the worse to worst. Wars and incurable diseases started killing people endlessly.
This was caused by our forgotten and unhappy ancestors because of our change of belief towards religions that were neither known nor understood.
The people who originated from blacks brought these religions.
Example: A black-to-black people can produce a white person (albino) but white-to-white cannot produce a black person.
I believe in the power of our ancestors and is where I praise and pray. I get whatever I ask for and diseases get healed. Many members of my family are now stable and well off because of our return to the grassroots and great recognition of our ancestors.
I appeal to you to come back and praise in the traditional way for this is where we belong, white or black we came from one person.
Written by: Nassali Namayanja, the
daughter of Mawagala Mwota, the son of Luwagga Mwota, the grand son of Lusambya.
I am a Muganda and belonging to Monkey clan,
My name is Ssali Sebukyu, a muganda by tribe, from a monkey clan of Jumba`s line in Bunjuko. My father is Kiggundu Mwota and grandson of Kabuka Kadooli, all of Gomba county Mpigi District.
My family is very famous from 1913 as a
rich and very-well known family by the King of
The king appointed members of my family and gave them land. During that time our Grand fathers believed and praised according to culture and tradition and used to pray and sacrifice over hills and rivers, depending on what had been asked of them through dreams and anointment from their mediums.
They lived happy lives and stayed longer before dying. Generations that followed abandoned the traditional, cultural beliefs that were core and fundamental to the people themselves and converted to Islam and Christianity. After a short time, their lives changed as they experienced many problems, sickness, mental disorders, gave birth to snakes and even sudden and unexplained deaths occurred.
Through dreams, they used receive messages informing to go back to their traditional/culture beliefs of their fore fathers and mothers but they neglected the advice.
Many sudden deaths followed including one where my great uncle went to bed fine but was found dead the next morning and a nephew of his who went to fetch firewood in the nearby thicket disappeared never seen again. Their assets started to shrink as they sold off a lot of their land. Others migrated and many died.
Problems increased among our family members and there would always be misunderstandings. Others experienced mental disorders and would see very fierce animals coming towards them to eat them in their dreams.
When I grew up, we went and started researching and ended up to the place of Jaaja Lubowa and we were told that we had to return to our tradition beliefs, the religion of our ancestors/forefathers. We gathered ourselves and agreed to return back to our original beliefs and follow our culture.
We went to Jaaja Lubowa and did all what were told to do. After a while our lives started to change for the better, as we got jobs, enough money and good health.
My sister, who had for long time been suffering from stomach complications that had prevented her from conceiving, now has a baby boy and she is happy.
I pray to Jaaja Lubowa every morning and evening and when I face any problem, I call his name to save me.
I wrote this paper with joy to share with others who do not know where to go and solve their problems. I love Lubowa`s Hill where we have a collective duty to put right what went wrong so that love, peace and prosperity in our world can be achieved.