Help! Nkrumah monument is a fat lie
What you need to know:
- I have this bad feeling that the artiste behind the racy lacy thing in Mbarara was disguising his amorous feelings but it was seen through by the public. In the same way, my Nantaba instincts tell me that the fellow behind Nkrumah statue has either immortalised himself or his father under false pretence of crafting the Ghanaian founding father.
Mbarara Town authorities have done it. The innuendos associated with lodgings’ mattresses in that town have now been depicted in one racy lacy monument that should be celebrated.
But some cattle keepers are up in arms and want the historic graphic landmark brought down. They are stuck to their Rusiina cow and won’t accept change.
Now as you read this, the racy lacy thing will probably be somewhere in a junkyard but the millions of shillings invested in its development and erection (no pun intended) has been wasted like some premature excitement.
A non-existent source in Mbarara Local Government told us that the racy lacy structure was the true representation of what the town has transformed into over the years.
“Cows represent traditionalism but that thing you saw embraces both the aesthetic values of traditional and modernity therein,” the source said on confidentiality. “People are overreacting. They are calling it fallopian tube, others say it’s a G-String. But come to think of it, fallopian tube represents womanhood and life. It is enriching. As for G-String… man, don’t quote me.”
We have tried to appreciate the concerns of these people opposing the monument but nothing. Instead, thinking deep took us to Nkrumah Hall, Makerere University, where one of the world’s worst monuments stands today.
In fact, if any of those Mbarara folks saw the desecration of Kwame Nkrumah in the form of a monument right at the entrance of this great Makerere hall, they will beg local government to do more of those racy lacy things instead.
As a proud Osagyefo, I’m taking matters into my hands. First, let me head to Nagalama Police Station and alert officers there that some sculptor behind this perfidy at Nkrumah Hall is wearing black hoods and carrying guns. They will have to sort the sculptor for engaging in carvings that threatened my life.
I’m so angry that I have been looking for words to describe my feelings but the ones Nantaba used that sounded like a mixture of Jamaican patio, Pidgin, Mandarin and Lumasaba seem to be exclusive to her.
The man Nawangwe, he has suspended so many things and people in the great Makerere but failed where it matters most. But all is not lost. He has time to suspend that monument as well as institute a probe into how it came to be commissioned and the identity of the likelihood represented there.
I have this bad feeling that the artiste behind the racy lacy thing in Mbarara was disguising his amorous feelings but it was seen through by the public. In the same way, my Nantaba instincts tell me that the fellow behind Nkrumah statue has either immortalised himself or his father under false pretence of crafting the Ghanaian founding father.
