The smaller the size of the hook, the smaller the fish it picks.
What is interesting I would observe my Dad fish with small hooks, get small fish and put back the captured fish on the hook to get a slightly larger size.
Before putting back the fish he would leave it smell a bit for the smell would attract other larger fish to the hook fast.
My mind quickly became the mind of the fish and I started plotting how to survive in turbulent waters. Firstly if I’m large fish I’m certainly the target for the saucepan and fire.
The small fish is to hook me out of the water. My survival therefore is to alert the small fish to take care and not to swallow lifeless and smelly akawoowo smaller fish on the hook Unfortunately these smaller and young fish are arrogant and won’t listen.
They even insult Archbishop Lwanga
So they must die. Their death is not an end in its self but a means to the death, boiling and eating of the bigger fish.
I never fear and respect those who are quick to anger. Those who insult in a mob. I fear the calm, conscious and the organized. I tried to anger Mr Caleb Akandwanaho and failed.
I respect him. When Kabaka Mutebi celebrated his twentieth coronation anniversary at Lubiiri, Mpuga charged the population, mainly young people and they insulted and charged on the President, Mr Museveni. .
I observed Museveni calmly read the speech ignoring the hecklers and insults. The Kabaka gave a short speech and escorted the president out
I if it were me, I would have firstly ordered Special Forces Command to take a video of those silly young men.
Secondly I would have ordered SFC to reinforce. Thirdly I would have taken my time and read my speech slowly and whilst provoking those young men to stay for a while as SFC reinforced. I would then harvest those hooligans and let their peers learn it doesn’t pay to insult elders.
You would be lucky to read their postmortem reports. I sincerely fear and respect Mr Museveni for his calmness. Probably that is why God delayed my presidency to allow me mature.
Prophet Ezekiel is very clear, if you don’t tell one in the wrong to change ways, and you do right, he stays in wickedness and dies, even when you do what is right, you are guilty of the same wrong.
You also die.
Thus says the Lord. But if you tell them to change their ways and they refuse, they die and you live for you will have done your part.
I personally told Kyagulanyi and Henry Tumukunde. Fred Sentamu, invited me to his home and we talked. I have had conversations with Nyanzi. I have talked in the media.
As Prophet Ezekiel instructed I’m satisfied I have done my part. Archbishop Lwanga spoke and was insulted and abandoned by his fellow Christian leaders.
I Charles Rwomushana watched and observed Kabaka Mutebi read his speech while standing and not in his cultural chair Namulondo while the Baganda were busy with beer and muchomo.
Wait, you could wake up in your graves. I saw some media infer I celebrated the death of this young lad. Mankind is selfish.
We celebrate with joy the death of Jesus Christ for in his death we live. .
We get life. If in the death of this lad you stubborn and rebellious souls learn and change your ways and survive the coming mass slaughter, why not.
Sometimes we have to spend lives for silly souls to learn, change ways and survive or live. If you can’t listen to Archbishop Lwanga and Kabaka Mutebi probably cracked skulls would do as appropriate instructional material.
That is the price of liberating a population that is spiritually paralysed.
You surely haven’t died enough. For in your death the future generations will live in peace and discipline while worshipping their God in truth and spirit.