My Brother: Rodney

His middle name may very well be Rugby :-).

I may be wrong, but he stands at 6"1- height that belies his age and the fact that he is younger than me by two years and nine months.

There is this ancient rivalry between the two major tribes of Ankole; the Bairu and the Bahima- ati one is better than the other, the people of one are better looking than those of the other...et cetera. Well, my brother, despite being a Muhororo (the cosmopolitan mix of the above mentioned tribes and even other peoples like the Bakiga) looks strikingly like a muhima- long nose, defined jaw and all.

His high school nickname T-Rod has come to be a better way to identify him than his designated name-Turyatemba Mutungi Rodney.

He is soft spoken- which can be mistaken as shyness. There is a history to that soft spokeness, though, which you (the curious one) would have to buy me a Long Island Iced Tea in order for the revelation to happen :-)

In keeping with the Turyatemba house basic characteristic, he can be melancholic, moody. pensive and what not.

He cried when a goat was slaughtered and refused to eat meat for a long time. He was five years old, bambi and he thought of the animal as a friend :-)

He will not sacrifice his taste and style in the name of economy. He goes all out when it comes to clothes and shoes and watches, shades...e.t.c.

He was in the car with dad and mom on the night of 31st May into 1st June 2003...and it was tough, it was scary, it was downright traumatic and he was brave.

His better half is Sara.

To the delight of many a swooning female, he has a modelling history; billboard fame and all.

He is kind, gentle and affectionate; traits that he sometimes, unnecessarily, masks :-(

He is a poet.

He thinks of Bell Lager as the 'gentleman's beer' like his father before him.

He has this boyish habit of singing along to music even as he dances to it :-)

One day he will make a very loving, doting father....his children may have to be sent to my home to experience good old African kiboko :-)