NUGU [malicious intent or hatred for those better than you]

I agree, she isn’t the most attractive woman in the country, but she is the best the judges had to work with. But then you find some poor excuse of a woman so ugly her man has to get drunk and turn off the lights to shag her also calling our reigning beauty queen ugly!

But it is not just this example that ticked me off. A few weeks ago, the more TV, radio and even local celebs told Ugandans to help vote and keep one of the Ugandan representatives in Big Brother, the more Ugandans took to social media to criticise the poor girl as if any of them could do better. Yes her English was lacking (so is mine, btw) but surely she had other qualities that we could have focused on.

This home grown NUGU is probably why our local entertainment industry has failed to grow. We yap about anything just to keep our “artists” in a box. They try a new style, we call the pretenders. They release a new music video, we focus on their wives sex-tape. We just hate to see our own progress.

Like the time Bebe Cool was invited to perform for Nelson Mandela (R.I.P), Ugandans just kept on talking about how it was an embarrassment and how they should have taken some Nigerian singer. WTF is wrong with my countrymen. They even called his backstage photo with Will Smith photo-shopped.

But of all the time NUGU has taken over and exposed stupidity, the time when Chameleon had an accident in Tanzania. Even the local media was engulfed in rumours of witchcraft and drugs but no one sent  him any help or prayers (in a country that claims to be religious, that’s a bit odd).

In Uganda, a rich man can not be intelligent or hard working or even lucky, he must have killed a mzungu or sacrificed his children. A guy doesn’t have game, he must be using a small stick in his pockets to attract when.

But where NUGU can be most seen, when a woman passes by in an expensive car. Regardless of her success in business or at work, many a Ugandan will automatically conclude that she got that car because of what’s between her legs. That’s how she got the business or even the promotion.

We are a nation that spends some much time trying to see our people fail that we forget to work on how we could instead succeed.

I guess none of this would have happened if only the fucktard in charge of the beer fest hadn’t gotten high.