My Old Man’s Tales#Day15_of_22

Hello Beautiful People.

It’s a new week and new theme.

Today we focus on Culture as I experienced through my old man.

My father is a native of the lugbara people from the west nile part of Uganda. Today I am taking you through some of the myths, names and traditions he taught me and my sisters growing up from the lugbara culture.

My dad on the right and sister In the middle

My father told us if we ate from a saucepan then it would summon us. You know how you subconsciously hear your name (or your phone ringtone) For a very long time, I thought it was the saucepans I had eaten from that were summoning me.

He named me Tikia Aludria. My mum chose the English name Joella.

Tikia is a whole sentence to mean is it because you have a mouth.( I decided it means I have a voice that speaks to souls thank you)

Aludria means one head. (That one means independent)

The name Tikia originates from DR Congo, it belonged to his favourite aunty. Most Lugbara names have crazy meanings others are trivial sentences (is it because you have a mouth), one of my sister’s name means “what do you have” 🤣🤣🤣 okay if you think deep you might find purpose.

Whenever we cooked chicken, the gizzard was for dad. Because he always said, “in our culture, the gizzard is for the head of the family”. To date, I cannot serve the gizzard in a gathering. The first time I tasted it, I felt guilty.


One holiday we went to visit our grandma and the food they served was kalo(millet flour) and white ants with no soup. And we had to eat it because Dad said we can not refuse food given by an elder. I have never gotten used to that our staple food I also don’t understand what my people have against soup.

My dad also used to take us hunting for birds 🤣🤣🤣 with catapults In the city. Before developers came and set up the now British high commission in Kampala that was our hunting ground. Of all the times we went, We were successful twice and the birds tasted like chicken.

When we visited grandma I noticed she had markings on her face.

Dad said that back in the day the marks were a sign of beauty. Ladies would gather and use needles to make those incisions. It was a sign of pride, beauty and confidence.


Looks like women have always been trying too hard to express and feel the beauty we already have. Then it was the markings, now it’s makeup, plastic surgery skin bleaching et al. The culture just evolved.

Its day 15 of 22 and the challenge gets sweeter.

Tomorrow, My father is telling us how the marriage ceremony is performed in the West Nile region of Uganda. From the first visit to the day the girl is allowed to go home with her husband and the type of clothing for this event.

Till then,

Be kind, Be humble , Spread love.

20 thoughts on “My Old Man’s Tales#Day15_of_22

  1. I have a good number of lugbara friends but haven’t heard of the stories. Thanks for bringing them out.
    Culture is beautiful when well practiced!

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