The Throne Is SACRED – Hands Off Kabaka- Misagga Lectures Sheikh Kiti

There are lines the world does not cross.
Wise nations know it. Wise people respect it.

Look at England.
When the Archbishop of Canterbury speaks, he does not stand with a mic and lecture King Charles III on how to live his private life. Protocol demands respect. The Crown and the Church have their lanes.

Look at the Zulu Kingdom.
King Misuzulu sits as the custodian of culture. Pastors and politicians do not summon him to public debates about his body or his customs. They honor him because, to touch the throne is to touch the nation’s soul.

Look at Spain.
King Felipe VI is Head of State and a symbol of unity. No religious leader grabs a microphone to demand he change personal matters. They meet, they dialogue, they respect the institution.

Then look at Buganda.

The Kabaka of Buganda is not like any other.

He is the yoke, the effort, and the load for Baganda.
A spirit from Katonda, carried in our blood, our birth, our language, our royal lineage.
Through his Katikiro, we receive commandments and direction for our nation.
You are not made Kabaka. You are born Kabaka.

So it is deeply hurtful, and an insult to our heritage, when someone picks up a mic and starts telling Kabaka Ronald Muwenda Mutebi II, at 71 years, what he should or shouldn’t do with life.
Like asking him for circumcision.
That is not dialogue. That is not faith. That is disrespect.

Catholic Church leadership shows us wisdom.
When the Pope or Vatican representatives come to Uganda, there is protocol.
There is a cup of coffee with our Kabaka first.
Because they know: the throne is not politics. It is heritage.

Our elders and oracles from Kifuuta, Kyotera, Buddu have spoken:
“Ozanya ne Kaapa naye ogikwata mu kibatu kikujuntuka.”
You can play with a hot coal, but the moment you hold it in your hand, it will burn you.
“Endiga bwe koteka omutwe, eba emanyi gy’elaga.”

Baganda are keeping quiet. Don’t mistake our peace for weakness.
Our nature is peace. But peace has boundaries. You Sheikhs, destitute of wisdom, we have so many Royal Leaders; why spin around our Kabaka alone?

Sheikh Muzaata, Sheikh Mulumba, all preached with wisdom, and none of you can even sweep where they stood.

So, to Sheikhs Kiti and your kamanyiro—
Preach your gospel. Guide your people.
But leave our Kabaka and Katikiro in peace.
The most royal and revered person still living is Kabaka Ronald Muwenda Mutebi II.

Let the mosque do its work.
Let the church do its work.
Let the palace do its work.
Buganda stands because each stays in their lane.

Did these less-wit, doormat street preachers in kanzu, hiding the lusania of pillow, know that the Kabaka is born with 2 pylorus and 2 umbilical cords, or amniotic connection? The 1st one is human; the second one is specifically God’s connected.

Because religion may be debated.
But heritage, culture, and the Kabaka are not for debate.
That is identity. That is home. That is who we are.

This is wisdom.
This is respect.
This is Buganda.

Karl Marx said it all: religion is the opium of the poor.
It’s sad; it’s the Baganda sheikhs demeaning and belittling our own. A shot put trying to lift a javelin.

“This is the silliest stuff that ever…” Shakespeare wrote.

The oracle in Kifuuta and Baale Kafuluma mu Kyotera told me, “Akasanke tekasobola kwetika tutuuma. Akasilabo tekayinza gamba Mpologoma, nsajja kusala kilevu.”

Kale nolaba obukolwa nga buzanyila musili ogwateganya Katonda Lugaba okola.