Tag: Life

Africans harnessing forced marriages (i)

Much as African- which was not long ago (though even to date) is referred to a primitive, backward society, and to a much more extent we’ve embraced modernity through ‘civilization’, marriage is  quite an institution that we’ve ignorantly tarnished with blunder.

Among the primitive habit still creeping through many is how the older generation is shaping the current- through which results are to be emulated by the next generation.It’s quite peculiar, weird, or interesting the issue of marriage get; as more emphasis has been place onto preparations for the ceremony (I mean walking down the Aisle) and may be yes- binding it legally- all the way to Divorce Issues(which are a trend too). But we’ve always looked up to and upon the older generation for inspiration…

One female friend of mine came out honest with me by whispering that, “Marriage is a business today…”-which she complemented with a wink of an eye.

Forced marriages is a growing custom eating deeper into African society today. Noticed how young men and women will in a nick of time flash out a wedding invitation (same manner as if its ‘just’ a business card), then next we’ll hear is how they are ‘happily married.’

Strange is that- even that best friend of yours, whose fiancée isn’t well versed with his or her mother-in-law’s both names is crowned mister or misses a month later.

Well even when buried, truth is how culture is remembered on realization that a girl or young lady is pregnant. See- families then gear up wedding preparations, further sealing it up all before the almighty ‘Till death do us apart’.

In religious ways(just as it is amongst most African traditions), its forbidden to first of all sin through fornication. Am just wondering how further it gets for an action of officially religiously  wedding a couple-which is expecting!

Forced marriages have since edges been amidst society, maybe not for the case of violation of ‘human Rights’, but for actually crucial reasons.

From the African ancient cultural point of view, customs were a core value, from which society was built. Norms and taboos were a focus; for instance boys or girls were trained to be real men and women through hard work (activities like hunting, cooking to marriage and parenting), while with age; as early as their teens, any lad or lass was seen ripe for the marriage institution-and so trained or shaped for it.

Though most parents and families have claimed not to face the ‘shame’ that comes from the taboo of teens giving birth before marriage and rather of leaving a couple to think it through by themselves), events following up forced marriages are toxic- a cancer eating up societies today. Why Divorces are a trend, broken families a lifestyle, yet domestic violence a repercussion too today all majorly roots from the fact that young, lost couples are wedded, then left out to embark on Marriage- which isn’t a piece of Cheese…

Andrew Israel Kazibwe is an African- Rwanda based writer- curious about life, and as a learner openly expressing unfolding issues about it…

The City’s Changing Faces (II)

By Andrew I Kazibwe
It is, of course so unpredictable…As am strolling through this neat street, right in the urban, two pretty looking ladies, stand aside whispering to each other (which I hear quite clearly), “Its unbelievable, what  such an insane man is doing here in the city, how did he get here?!,” one wonders.

It was a mad man (I feel its rude calling them that way…), but there he was, this poor ragged, dirty man, moving,holding dirty plastic bottles, smiling ear-to-ear while walking through- just like us…Uhmmmm, its the city, and he is part of it. True is that when walking into the city, one will least keep it in mind; that the mad, beggars, blind, thugs… will be part of the crowd to find!!!.

We all always associate the city to smart, neat place filled with wits, geniuses,yet interesting we will find how surprised we get when the least is sighted. As it grows, it nurtures various kinds with it, since its people who make it, from those in suits to those in rugs, those who serve and who they serve, landlords and tenants, patients and medical personnels, teachers and learners…

So, walking past a beggar, that person sleeping close to the trench, the crippled, the mad, the ‘trick stars’doing business their own way, those youths who seem so idle (They so seem), all tells one of the diverse picture of the city, descriptions so complicating yet depicting reality.

Imagine a street with out all these-what we call confusion, disorder…Well I enjoy this diversity of life because it speaks to the world, lights it up, make it complete.
Am not imagining it, it exists-look around you!!!

The Writer;
Andrew Israel Kazibwe is an African Rwandan-based freelance Journalist , a learner, Arts enthusiast and advocate. Passionate about what goes on within lives, he shares whats within, around and closer to you. Its an Insight!!!

Bleeding Burundi

To the country I’ve known right from my Social Studies subject, growing up with its nationals-even without knowing to more understanding not how different we are from them.

Just boundaries separating us, the cultures and ye

From Cathedral of Sounds- a Session by Ishyo Arts Center, which evokes one to meditation of Humanity-with inspiration from what prevailed from Rwanda’s 1994 Genocide.

t even as its bleeds, it would and has been the same for us before-which we aren’t proud of and shouldn’t.

Been pondering on what role I have so far played in ending the insurgency in Burundi and not much-thats me. Looking around me-friends, media, the East African Community; Rwanda, Uganda, Kenya, Tanzania, the entire Africa-not enough.

Thanks Gatete-for you too sparked up whats within me-the cry for Burundi. This country-just like the rest has leaders(recently ‘elected’ its president), but not much-except the worst is more coming of his reign.

Which song will we sing?-That I a leader led my own country, rode my own boat towards peace, my neighbor bled!. That we the media watched, yet we turned away as they bled!, that we were in power yet peace wasn’t our focus then!, that we had arms-but that wasn’t our grazing land-that wasn’t our duty-they weren’t our people-we opted to mind our own businesses-we didn’t have to meddle in their affairs!

Burundi bleeds!, yes it has ‘leaders’ but it bleeds more, it has neighbors but it bleeds, isn’t it among or part of the East African Community?-many wonder yet it bleeds, The organization of African Union exists yet it bleeds, African Union and the International Union all exist but Burundi bleeds, Is it because it has no minerals?,or because East African leaders are so busy running their systems!,

The world looked on while Rwanda bled- Iam afraid it is the same now as Burundi bleeds.

Not enough has been done, not one has stood up among all the many we elected and entrusted with power to lead us to physically save the bleeding Burundi- there is more to be done-since Burundi bleeds more.

Lets all stand with Bleeding Burundi- what will we be remembered for?-not looking on in neglect-as they bled, but ushering in peace.

Bleeding Burundi!



The Writer;
Andrew Israel Kazibwe is an African Rwandan-based freelance Journalist , a learner, Arts enthusiast and advocate. Passionate about what goes on within lives, he shares whats within, around and closer to you. Its an Insight!!!

Just a thin Line

By Andrew Israel Kazibwe

Pondering what it is, even as I type the first line and as I jot the last full stop… Its life, isn’t it- around and about it evolves, yet even when surrounded by ‘rich chemistry’, or physics it is- that defines it!
It is a ‘thin line,’ just line that of the human skin and the rest of that great, yet feeble body!!!

Life again places us where weren’t so or any different from each other, but just separated by a thin line, only a few take note of to reflect on the connection there is with the other side.

A scene from 'Cut Off my Tongue', a Kenyan presentation at Ubumuntu Arts Festival 2015 (Photo By Andrew Israel Kazibwe)
A scene from ‘Cut Off my Tongue’, a Kenyan presentation at Ubumuntu Arts Festival 2015 (Photo By Andrew Israel Kazibwe)

That line, so thin that separates life and Death, poverty from Wealth, ugly with beauty, sorrow from joy, that Pain from sorrow, young and old, dull from intelligent, night and day, master and servant, love from hate, holy from weak, one’s satisfaction from the other’s hunger, Promotion and demotion, educated from primitive, fertile and barren, the kind and ruthless, employee and Employer, pure from evil, then love from lust, triumph from defeat, the blind and deaf…

See, even when surrounded by it all, a cycle we all end up into, that even filled with disbelief, we can barely go of what seemed reality in the past; losing someone, running bankrupt, being amputated, failing that interview or exam, being dumped or disowned, cheated… Or say, why not?, passing that job interview of exam, winning a scholarship, finally saying yes to that proposal, finally receiving and holding that new life, winning a lottery, the first paycheck, winning a court case or being cured of that long illness…

Just into a thin line, life categories us into, that we evolve, live, yet rarely and barely meditate what this defines, or paints…Amazing how the cycle is endless, since limitless it is-so it spins!!!

Andrew Israel Kazibwe is an African Rwandan-based freelance Journalist , a learner, Arts enthusiast and advocate. Passionate about what goes on within lives, he shares whats within, around and closer to you. Its an Insight!!!