19/06/2026
“I feel courageous when I am supporting others who are going through challenges”
A third and final clip to celebrate the inspiring courage of migrants and refugees for
Today we hear from the wonderful Moses who shared when he felt 🧡
Moses has also very kindly shared the poem he wrote in 2024 following the racist riots in the streets of UK. Read below ⬇️
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I Am Mugenyi, a Muganda Man
I am Mugenyi,
from Buganda in Uganda,
a land once ruled by the British,
they made it theirs in 1894,
until we gained freedom in ‘62.
But that freedom was short,
lost to new rulers and a harsh grip.
Our leader came to power
the day I was born,
and to this day, he holds his place,
corruption grows, voices are silenced,
and power stays in the same hands.
I came to the United Kingdom,
once our “friend” and land of freedom,
only to feel the weight of skin, of race
something I never thought would happen.
I saw people covering their faces,
hiding themselves out of fear,
covering up so they wouldn’t stand out,
in the streets that claimed to be fair
but seemed far from free and equal.
In Uganda, the British came without a passport,
they signed treaties and made rules,
but today, here, no one can cross the line
unless they are “allowed” to belong.
So I wonder, who is the “immigrant” here?
Can I call them such,
who came to my home
and shaped our lives with their own plans?
But Buganda is my true home,
where we eat matooke, our cherished food,
where we wear the kanzu, our pride.
I am Muganda, my family roots go deep,
in names like Enju, Oluggya, Omutuba, Essiga,
ancient traditions only we have kept.
I am Muganda, through and through,
and Buganda is where my heart belongs.
