Why can't we just get along?

Why? Why can't we just get along? Why should there be a Muganda, a Munyankole, an Acholi...why can't we all be children of Uganda? Why should the poor and the rich be suspicious of each other? Why should children of two mothers with one father struggle to gel? Why should one group belong, and not the other? Why can't we all sit and laugh together as a people that share one universe despite our diversity? If we all come from the womb and will all end in the tomb, why can't we just get along while we still can?

The beauty of unity in diversity is unparalleled

It's such a beauty when we throng Namboole Stadium to cheer on the Uganda Cranes. We lift our voices in one accord, laugh and cry together, forgetting tribal lines and educational or status differences. That togetherness is then taken to the kafunda where we sip malwa through long wooden straws. Even those with empty pockets are welcomed in typical Ubuntu style. 

Alas it ends there! Often the following day at the workplace you remember that your supervisor is a Munyankole and begin to sulk. The reason he's your boss, you would rather have us believe, is not because he's meritorious but because he comes from western Uganda! It's more flabbergasting that some still blame our disunity on the colonialist's divide-and-rule system, a whopping 54 years after the white man left! 

Oh how I love the sweet voices of birds in the morning! In Kampala you don't get to see or hear many but upcountry they really can sing and the sun can really shine. The wind blows and the trees bend and the bushes totter in a dance of their own. They love to celebrate being alive and have no time for discordance.

How I long that we become one people singing the same melodious song of brotherhood and sisterhood; helping, loving, living and getting along as one. That would put a smile on the face of God and make all the difference.