Sunday 30 June 2013

[wanabidii] Behind the presidential curtains

BY Noble Marara

Yesterday (Friday, 10 June 2011) as I sat on the sofa to read the transfer window of the British foot ball league which is booming, my phone rang the number was hidden, normally I never answer hidden numbers but this time answered because of being a father you expect any call from school or play grounds.

And never guess what it was, you won't believe it, this call was from Rwanda and the guy seemed like he was a priest with a calm voice and reminding me of our time. Asking to come back home and reminded me of our Good times in the army, these were times while escorting his excellence the president of Rwanda Paul Kagame, we worked together with this man since I joined the RPA in early 90's we had shared the little in those hard times, but we ended up not seeing each other regularly after the war as he was transferred to a different post but with in republican guard unit.

He urged me to totally denounce Rwanda National Congress and forget about being a member of this organisation; he reminded me how his excellence was so special and how he was elected by the people of Rwanda, during the process he sounded as threatening and so I became uncomfortable with his conversation. He reminded me of the times that I left behind, which involved believing some one's decision even their stupid judgements, mismanagement and poor planning. As I listened, I remembered my time as a body guard and driver to Paul Kagame, and every horror that I witnessed during my service. As I grew up in Uganda I had always wished to go back to Rwanda, my uncles were older than me and in Ugandan forces, my elder brother too. When we attacked Rwanda I had all the names of RPA commanders in my head from the late Afande Fred Rwigyema , Late Adam Waswa, Late Ndugute Kalisoliso and others we can go on and on.

I continued to think of what is going on today in Rwanda, and that is how the brain works running in short and long term memory at all times. So he convinced me that I should denounce and have a better future, which obviously I cannot accept, as a person who had lived alongside Kagame for so long and who still recalls his characters of abusing his commanding officers, his wife and anyone around. I was around him for so long and I find it easy to know where I belong Mr, I answered as I hung up.

I witnessed Kagame making a full of himself for so many times and so I can not dare follow him again.
In 1994 I witnessed him slapping James Kabarebe for not answering the radio, when he called nyinyi wajinga as if it was his call sign, James's call sign was 66 Golf but he was beaten because it was his responsibility to know that wajinga means anyone with a radio.

In 1995 he started being anxious that afande Ndugute was planning to kill him, so we used to spend the nights at his mother in laws, sometimes to his brother in law until he dropped all his commanders and appointed new ones, this is the time I remembered how our army planted a landmine in front of Ndugute's home in Kinihira, around 93-94 which he survived though inside the defence, this landmine went off and afande Ndugute was in the car but fortunately no one was injured. It was not a long time before afande Karangwa had just been killed by a landmine which was planted by our own soldiers, the young soldier who I cannot I identify because of his security asked Masumbuko if Karangwa was not going to use the route, Masumbuko told him to hurry and said that he knew what he was doing.

At some point in 1995, I was travelling in a land rover jeep which belonged to the late Fred Rwigyema: this army Jeep we had kept for so long and it was getting old without using it, so I asked Rogers Rutikanga who was responsible for Kagame's transport who actually ended up replacing at some point, if we could use that car instead of parking it forever. He said that he could not see the reason why we couldn't use it; I wanted to drop one of our causalities Captain Leandre who lost his sight during the war. He got in the car and we drove off, he is a very nice chap who can use his senses to figure out what is around him, with his funny stories we started driving and bragging around the world and life in general. As we were getting out of Camp Kigali we saw the convoy and guess who it was: Kagame was coming to camp Kigali he was viewing schools to see if his children would join the camp Kigali primary school which he did not like anyway.
He stopped and asked me if I knew who that car belonged to, I said so and he slapped me in the face twice. He told three of his guards, Sentongo, Kizima, and Rwoganyanja to lay us and continue beating us, Captain Leandre disabled was left wondering. It was me and another guy called Bosco who got beaten, he then asked me about that car and where it has been for those years, I told him and then he looked at Bosco who was breathless and said that we should take him to the hospital. I started asking myself why we were beaten but I could not get the answer until today.

In 1997 he was anxious again that they were plans to kill him, this time that the plan was around in the senior army officials, he dropped several others but before dropping them we used to spend the night in the middle of the road to Kinyinya for four days, we would leave at eight o'clock and come back home at six in the morning, this time he ordered the assassination of Major Birasa John who they accused of knowing the plan of overthrowing the Government but never reported. He was assassinated by a section of nine soldiers sent by the now Colonel Silas Udahemuka who was a captain at the time, he is attached to the security of Kanombe airport right now.

The nine soldiers commanded by W011 Mugabo who was later promoted to a full Lieutenant and now a major, Major John Birasa died alongside Captain Eddy Rwigyema who had travelled together with him in the same car. This is the same year when Kagame ordered Rutatina to administer a poisonous injection to afande Ndugute which later killed him in South Africa, the post-mortem indicated that he was in contact with a detected poisonous fluid in his lungs and the rest of the organs.

It's evident that, President Kagame's killings are endless as we all Rwandans know, but let's just focus on what might be the cause of these characters: Like many Rwandese refugees in foreign lands, he was in his early teens when he lost his father. It was the time when he needed his father as a role model, he was a student at old kampala school, his father lived in a settlement with his mother and sisters unfortunately his father got ill, and the illness became very serious so a good Samaritan arranged his travel to Mulago hospital in kampala, this good Samaritan left because that time during Iddi Amin's regime treatment was free.

It did not take long before Kagame's father passed away but he had received a visit from my uncle who was a lorry driver in Kawanda research, he went back to visit him and they told my uncle that Kagame's father Rutagambwa had passed away, he sent a message to the settlement but after waiting for two days with no response he asked for the permission to bury him in a government land in kawanda research.
All my time while protecting Kagame I used to say to myself that, I wish he would come ask my uncle to show him where his daddy's bones are laid. According to the scientific research losing one of your parents between the ages of 11-15 years can be traumatic that it affects all your upbringing and the decisions you make in life. This has affected Kagame, he is so emotional and he does not trust anyone, his voice is so emotional and the body language is fake.

When he is talking he assumes that everyone has to accept his words, and if not he presents aggression once he realises that there is a sign of opposition. He cannot tolerate the media and sometimes he bungs on the table which is a sign of personality disorder. I was able to see Kagame shout at his mother and at some point his wife, she spent eight hours at a friend's home when she was scared of him after having an argument. He kicked the window inside when his son Brian locked himself in the room; this is the time when he attempted to beat his sister Marice for not being observant, Rwanda is ruled by a mad man.
He used to ask us to wake him up so he can watch boxing in 90's, this was normally 2:00 o'clock in the morning because most of the time it was between Mike Tyson and who ever but when we missed 2 minutes he nearly killed us. He was very tiny compared to now; I used to question myself why would this man enjoy boxing at that size? Look at his arms and his legs.

He later came up with a very good Idea of playing tennis which I thought that suited him and he actually became a better player. My time as his body guard is not regrettable though I promised myself that I was working for Rwanda and that kept me going, but I still think that he has betrayed our nation by killing politicians, false imprisonment, killing our commanders after realising that the war is ended, because he never commanded any war, we used to move to a safe place after clearance of the commanders I mentioned earlier especially Ndugute who was the operation commander. I will always stand on the truth and I am willing to explain my role in any position that I held during my time in Rwanda.

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