Sunday, April 5, 2009

New Vision Lauds Information Officers Association


Mr. Robert Kabushenga, the CEO The New Vision, talks to the participants during the half-day workshop to discuss the proposed Association of the District Information Officers on Thursday, March 26, 2009. The workshop was facilitated by The New Vision. Mr. Kabushenga pledged continued collaboration between Uganda's leading daily and the Association.

The Association of District Information Officers-Uganda


Thursday March 26, 2009, witnessed the first workshop in which participants from various districts discussed the proposed set up of the Association of District Information Officers (DIOs) of Uganda, its intended goal, objectives and registration process.


The meeting which took place at Nakawa House in Kampala, was meant to be attended by ten DIOs but Mr. Michael Kidon, the Moroto District DIO got a car accident and was rushed to hospital. Also missing in action was the DIO Rukungiri district, Cris Magooba. Thus the attendees were:

  • Douglas Otim – Lira district
  • Francis Okiror – DIO, Pallisa
  • Proscovia Basangwa – DIO, Wakiso
  • Godfrey Odiya – DIO, Nebbi
  • Allan Turyaguma – DIO, Kamwenge
  • Gladys Baligonzaki – DIO, Masindi
  • Dan Outa – DIO, Kumi
  • Fred Sooma – ADIO, Iganga
  • Frida Sengooba – Senior Information Officer, Directorate of Information and National Guidance.

The meeting kicked off at 5: 30pm, chaired by the buoyant the Senior Information Officer of Mukono District, Mr. Ssewanyo Kiganda [pictured].


Below are the deliberations:

Ms. Frida Sengooba, from the Directorate of Information and National Guidance, pledged her support for the initiative. She reiterated the crucial role played by DIOs, admitting that without information flow so many government programs cannot take off. She was happy, she said, that the new Minister of Information Hon. Kabakumba Matsiko, is enthusiastic about supporting DIOs, to reinstate them as the link between the central government and the local governments because policies are formulated centrally and implemented and DIOs are middlemen in this regard.


Mr. Francis Okiror -District Information Officer, Pallisa, representing DIOs, presented a concept paper on the important role DIOs play in spreading information on development issues in the areas of education, poverty eradication, health, democracy and good governance. Today, he said, DIOs are not playing their role because of lack of support and recognition. First, he took members down memory lane to the days when DIOs were news gatherers for the national broadcaster – the then Uganda Television and Radio Uganda. Unfortunately, that linkage between the information ministry and DIOs was cut off by the decentralization process in the early 1990s.


He lamented that DIOs have been "disowned by their mother ministry", they are disregarded at the district by their superiors, are not facilitated to do their work and have been turned into praise singers of district chairmen.


He also regretted the inexistence of an information policy and communication strategy –a thing that has perpetuated the sprouting of makeshift video halls in districts that largely screen crime, war and pornographic films which have corrupted the morals of many young people in addition to fomenting idleness. Alluding to the fact that Information is still a cornerstone of development, he argued that the formation of the association of DIOs will assuage the situation by drawing a communications strategy and information program to regulate video halls as well as help in working with FM radio stations at the district to relay development messages.


Members backed him up saying the Association will provide a platform for DIOs to lobby local governments to recognize the role of DIOs. And situations like district chairmen addressing journalists without informing DIOs won't arise again. The Association, they agreed, will help the DIOs to network, share experiences, support and advise one another and draw a common framework to guide the dissemination of information, facilitate and enhance ethical and professional reporting as well as improve their wellbeing.


With E-governance beginning to take root in the country, this will be an opportunity as well for DIOs to use their training, experience and professionalism to help brand and promote the unique beauty and potential of their districts on blogs, and by writing stories and opinion articles and having them published in the mainstream local and international newspapers. This will interest potential investors or tourists to the districts –which will lead to development and social transformation.


On his part, Caleb Mugisha, a lawyer, told members about the legal framework that will guide the association; how the association will be structured and managed, membership and its validity, advising that cohesion in the Association means strength.

Mr. Robert Kabushenga, the CEO of The New Vision echoed the importance of DIOs in relaying government programs to the locals. He said DIOs should be the ones giving information to reporters, adding that New Vision will gladly publish their stories. He advised that the Association should be in business by September 2009.


The eventful meeting was adjourned at 6:30pm, with the selection of working committee consisting of the chairperson, the publicity secretary and members:

  • Proscovia Basangwa -Chaiperson
  • Gladys Baligonzaki -In charge of publicity
  • Francis Okiror -Member Steering Committee
  • Frida Sengooba -Member Steering Committee


It was unanimously agreed upon that the launch of the Association of District Information Offices – Uganda be scheduled for September 2009, after consultations and engagement of the Office of the Prime Minister (the parent ministry), along side all Information Officers and other important partners like the Uganda Media Centre.


Outstandingly, the formation of the Association will go a long way in improving the relationship between the central government and the local government offices, and through training and public awareness workshops, the media and the general public will be sure to get useful updates on development issues and other interesting stories and happenings countrywide.


Compiled by: Dennis D. Muhumuza and Brian Rwehabura

Saturday, April 4, 2009

How Mbale is Getting its Groove Back

There is a smell of money in the air in Mbale. When you drive in, two things catch your eye. The first, if you are driving along the main Republic Street, are the number of banks elbowing each other for prime space along the thoroughfare. Stanbic, Dfcu, Standard Chartered, Post Bank, Barclays, etc are all open for business.

The second is the sheer number of people out on the streets doing business and all sorts of trade. Many shops stay open until almost 7p.m; the stalls set up along the street corners even longer.

There is a sense of opportunity and possibility in the air. At the Mount Elgon Hotel where I stayed, the bar downstairs was busy when I arrived.

The Italian investor who now runs the hotel has just opened a swimming pool, redone the bathrooms and given the old place a good old spring cleaning. The Resort Hotel, I was told, was even busier.

Even the small restaurant I stopped at for a mid-morning cup of coffee in the town was packed with locals having breakfast and reading newspapers.

Mbale, of course, was once a big town – and the cleanest. The streets have seen better days but they are still much cleaner than many in Kampala. It is still a big town – if you want to know whether a town is 'big' or just a one-street trading centre, ask if it has any suburbs; Mbale does.

Property prices are up; I was shown a three story building along the main road that recently went for Shs1.1billion and told about a plot of land three streets away from Republic Street. Asking price? Shs200 million.

What is intriguing about Mbale is that the renewed prosperity is driven by good old business acumen and new opportunities. Like Jinja, Mbale was once an industrial town, producing blankets, paper products, etc and was also a main coffee producer. Years of mismanagement and poor government policies brought the industries – and the coffee trade – to their knees until it was feeding on the crumbs of the smuggling trade.

Now Mbale has become a trade hub for Karamoja, Teso region, as well as Kenya and Southern Sudan. A lot of the maize, cassava and bananas that are exported to Juba and Kenya are grown on the fertile soils near Mt. Elgon.

Decentralisation and the carving out of new districts have also played into Mbale's hands. New districts such as Butaleja, Bukwo, Nakapiripirit, Bududa and Manafwa, Sironko, Bukedea and Budaka all surround Mbale but do not have any local bank branches.

Most of the civil servants in those districts either live in Mbale and commute to their offices, or come to the main town to withdraw (or bank) money. Naturally, they are part of the crowds that keep the shops open longer or cram the streets hunting for bargains.

Mbale might have been favoured by its location but its rising fortunes hold a lesson for districts like Jinja and Tororo that had a glorious past; unless they re-invent themselves and take advantage of current opportunities, they will remain stuck with a great future behind them.

Ironically, one of the best stories emerging out of Mbale comes from an old pivot of the local economy; the Bugisu Cooperative Union (BCU).

BCU last year elected new blood to office, headed by the brilliant Nandala Mafabi. The new team started by removing internal waste, graft and incompetence. Then they started renovating the union’s commercial properties, collecting rent and investing it in the union’s mainstay; coffee-growing and processing.

A few weeks ago, BCU announced that between September 2008 and February 2009, they had turned in a profit of Shs1.4 billion – the union's first in 20 years.

Mbale is getting its groove back. It is time for local leaders and business people in other 'dead towns' to finally wake up and smell the Arabica coffee.

Written by Daniel Kalinaki and Published in Daily Monitor, March 26, 2009

Every inch of Kayunga is an adventure

From the dusty roads, a flat terrain, simple people to stories of unearthing the dead, Kayunga is a home of peculiarities, writes Dennis D. Muhumuza.

Kayunga is an interestingly peculiar district. On a recent trip there, I jumped on a boda-boda motorcycle to be taken to the district headquarters. A woman stopped us along the way. The cyclist asked me to inch closer. That's when I realised he wanted me to share the small seat on his rickety bike with the chubby, unknown woman. I flatly refused. He then asked if I was going to pay double the fare. I said I would pay no more than what we had agreed. He called me stubborn and angrily asked me to get off his boda-boda before he stormed off back to town having lost both passengers.

But it was later that afternoon on our way to Bangala landing site on Lake Kyoga that I realised that Kayunga, which was formed eight years ago, can be spectacularly unforgettable as soon as you begin to traverse her remote areas such as Galilaya sub-county, which in English becomes Galilee –that Biblical town made famous by Jesus Christ. A seemingly endless dusty road cuts through stretches upon stretches of remarkably beautiful shrubs. The shrubs harbour a variety of invisible insects that at zero cost entertain a first time visitor with a rare genre of music, which when it interlocked with the rev of the car engine and the whispering breeze was so sweet to my ears. I closed my eyes and momentarily forgot about the business of the world.

The terrain is flat; very flat in fact, that when I stretched my eyes hoping to catch a glimpse of a hill or village in the distance, it was the same lush, graceful vegetation that confronted me. I was left wondering at the amazing lifesaving medicinal properties that could be hidden in there.

Suddenly, a beautiful rabbit crossed the road and my mouth immediately watered at the thought of the sweetness and tenderness of its meat. It is about 86kms from Kayunga town to Galilaya and every short distance we were interrupted by herds of cattle ruminating in the centre of the road. Several times, I got out of car to whip them off before we drove on, until, seeing how exasperated I was, the driver asked me to get used to it because "these cows are the owners of the roads!"

Chuckling, he added that they are set free every morning to go feed themselves before they find their way home in the evening and that the wild rabbits like the one we met earlier have taken advantage of the situation to grow fat on free milk. Only once did we meet a hunched man whistling beautifully to himself while attending to his cows. I also learned from Mr Paul Byakika, a clinical officer at Bbaale Health Centre Four that many residents in the area suffer from consistent diarrhoea because of drinking too much unboiled milk from dirty containers.

At the same health centre, I met a handsome young man whose foot had been cut open. The story is that the mentally-ill man trespassed into a bachelor's home one night and the owner, mistaking him for a thief, cut him. How the machete landed on his left foot and not on his head or hands or stomach is something I failed to crack.

The area, like I said, is a flatland with scarcely any hills and vales. And the weather can be devastating. The rains have dug trenches and ditches, forming ugly puddles and mini-lakes in the middle of roads. We found over a dozen bare-chested men labouring to help a lorry stuck in one of the said 'lakes.'

But this didn't foil the beauty in the straightness of the area. Foliage stands majestically tall on either side of the road, and because of that, I felt like we were about 30 feet below sea level. Yet through the windscreen, the sky seemed near; very near in fact, that I stretched my hand through window hoping to feel the anomalous clouds whose lustrousness is beyond description.

At about 3p.m., we arrived at Bangala landing site. Canoes in blue and maroon rested and floated on daffodils by and near the bank. I wanted to see fishermen at their trade but was told to wait for dusk or to come early the next day. I parted with Shs5,000 in exchange for my first experience in navigating the lake in a canoe. I was allowed some rowing too, and as the little canoe wavered against the waves and picked up speed, golden rings formed on the blue water. In the far distance, Amolotar district beckoned; it was beautiful!

Before we knew it, dusk had fast fallen and stars, so many, lit the sky but could not avert the blanket of darkness now covering us. Soon we were racing back to Kayunga town. Having read odd stories about odd people in this place who dig up human corpses (perhaps to eat them), I expected strange creatures to crop up anytime in the middle of the road and have us for dinner. I implored the driver to triple his speed while mosquitoes the size of houseflies rapped on the windscreen wailing and threatening to suck us dead.

We arrived in Kayunga town after 10p.m. Now, getting a taxi to Kampala at that time was tricky. And I had turned down a kind gesture from the driver to sleep at his. I bought airtime and though I was as tired as a drunken old man, I pulled out my best and convinced the attendant to give me a place to spend the night. Just in case.

Suddenly, a battered taxi coughing like someone with a chest heavy with smoke surfaced. I grudgingly bade goodbye to the pretty MTN girl and dragged myself in. I closed my eyes and tried to nurse my weariness thinking about the lovely calf we had earlier in the day seen by the roadside butting its mother’s udder and suckling passionately. Then the five made-in-Kayunga chapattis I had eaten –which must be the most delicious chapattis in all the earth! And about the really tempting garden of ripe pineapples which brought a smile to my lips reminding me of the naughty years of childhood when I would have plucked the fairest of them regardless of the trouble such a move would cause me.

Kayunga is a home of peculiarities.

Published in Daily Monitor, Monday, November 17, 2008