A week is indeed a long time, nothing has clarified this information strongly for me like the events of this past week. I had the privilege of watching the Lion’s share of day two of the Coronation sevens. It was a sunny day despite being no clear path to our seats from the organizers we made it and enjoyed. I was stuck with a senior member trying to buy me a beer but the service staff had taken a sabbatical. I write this with all the anger of a man denied a free pint.
The Barbarians are no longer at the gate, they have invaded. On day one the boys from the poor side of Jinja lived up to their name with very working-class behavior against the men who invented the dark arts in East Africa, the Heathens. It was pure gold to watch the erstwhile brutal machine receiving a proverbial dose of their medicine. All the cynical plays, off the whistle calls that are avoided were dished out with glee. The message was clear, there is a new sheriff in town. The Walukuba Barbarians. By kick off of the final game it was almost written in the stars that they would loot the Kingdom of Buganda of a hefty five million and carry it across the bridge.
The female version the Titans weren’t looking any inch a team playing their first big girl game. They were them. Led by that lady Ms. Anena, she did turn on the wheels with reckless abandon and reminded us of the last export from Walukuba a certain Ms. Lekuru.
My best player from the day eluded my memory but that winger from Kisubi Pacers wearing shirt 13. He is him; the game is with him. It is sad that our scouting network is so poor but I would love to watch more of him playing.
The contrasting tale of the Hippos, by Friday we already had a list of Jinja Hippos with the regular beaters we are accustomed to seeing, then also Hippos released a list of players we aren’t used to clearly throwing out the rule book of transfers. But we wanted to watch something new and exciting. What a waste it was. My rule, if it isn’t broken why fix it. I pray both sides fail to find peace and continue squabbling to their graves. I know little of the happenings but please Rwomushana continue.
Warriors and Impis withdraw from the circuit. Warriors have for the last 6 years been the darlings of the people who sit under the tennis stands, every rule in the book being adjusted to suit them. It was quite a disturbance that they now maybe have a less than cozy pillow talks with the man they have always backed against any sense. I remember Gabriel “red” Aredo telling me he would only vote a man he can drink with. I wonder if the drinks are no longer flowing? Impis stated that the humiliation of receiving 18,500 as transport refund was unwarranted so they would spend time doing better things. I totally appreciate that line of thinking. Nile Leopards from Arua also made sure they can relax and not be involved in this whole drama.
The case of Magomu and his antics, regardless of the crime, Uganda Rugby has already bestowed sainthood upon Magomu. A totally avoidable scenario if you ask me. As a person who has faced and worked with the pettiness of the technical wing, I always find it interesting that the puppets ever change, regardless of who seats at the table to hand out the verdict, it is always the same punishment devoid of thought process with many citable examples going far back as Ronnie Lutakome, myself, Ms. Lekuru. The only constants in this whole scenario are the three Tonchu, Kasasa and Ramsey. Always the puppet masters. Anyway, I won’t even examine the circumstances for their merit because I am certain I can vouch for the character of the people who sat on that disciplinary panel except of course that guy from Kyadondo, the rest are moral men who found themselves in a house of cards designed to collapse upon them.
Anyway, lets enjoy Gulu and will be back to talk rugby, I hope this week is fully occupied by rugby and purely rugby as it is on the gridiron.
Thank you, Godwin.
