Who Am I?

By Natasha Museveni Karugire

My name is, or (as we say in Uganda) my names are (because there are many) Natasha Lynette Nyinancwende Kainembabazi Museveni Karugire. “Natasha” because my mother had read War and Peace, the literary classic by Russian author Leo Tolstoy, while she was pregnant with me. Natasha was one of the main characters. And also because I was born in a time of war and instability in Uganda. “Lynette” because my godparents thought it was a good idea at the time of my baptism way back when. This is probably the first time that name is seeing the light of day. “Nyinancwende” because that was the name of my Father’s grandmother whom he loved dearly, and who loved him just as much. “Kainembabazi” because of the love I have for my mother who is my friend and mentor. I gave myself that name. “Museveni” because it is the name of the father I love and whose family I am honored to be a part of. And, finally, “Karugire” because it is the name I acquired when I married my friend and was covered by his mantle.

That is my name. Those are my names. Like everyone, my name is just part of the story. A piece of the mosaic of a life.

I am an artist. My job description usually says “Fashion Designer ” or “Creative Director”, but I say “Dreamer”, inspired by what I see everywhere. The sometimes violent colors of a sunset, rain and wind, the imagined life of a passer-by or the beads adorning the long neck of a warrior dancer. I sometimes see the images of an entire outfit in my sleep, wake up and put it on paper. I have inspired trendy outfits hanging in my store before such trends became known globally. I see the same traits in my daughter.

My passion, however, is the back story. The story behind the art. In my head, most forms of art are just tales. One’s perception of a thing told using brush strokes or writing or sewed into apparel. Therefore, it is not so much the making of an outfit that excites me, but the art of life.

That being said, I am very happy to see the progress being made in fashion in Africa. I am overjoyed to see our young people proudly wearing our local fabric and clothing made in Uganda and in other parts of the continent. It was a dream that seemed so very distant when I was just starting out in the late 1990’s. My prayer is that we will quickly grow in this regard so that our industry is supported by us. The time has come for Africa to tell her own story from her own mouth! May this be true in every sector of the arts.

Growing up, my family spent many years wandering in exile. I was born in Tanzania on the foothills of Kilimanjaro and lived there until age four, came home for a short spell, then went on to Kenya, and lastly Sweden. Returning home to Uganda has, to this day, always held a lot of beautiful meaning to me. I am Ugandan! No matter where I am coming from in the world, when I see the glistening Lake Victoria, and the lush green, and the red earth, I think, “Eden.” I think “Home!”

Photo Credit: Natasha Museveni
Photo Credit: Natasha Museveni-Karugire

When we returned from exile our father was heartbroken when he discovered, as we all rode in a car together, that his children did not know what cows looked like. He was aghast! We believed them to be buffaloes. I only knew Fresian cows, and they have one basic look, and it definitely does not involve horns. So he soon packed us all off to our home in the village, Rwakitura. There, he set about re-educating us about who we are and our heritage as cattle people. He introduced us to the land. We would spend long mornings walking the land, herding the cattle with him and bush clearing by hand. Walking “in single file”. I came to love the land! So I and my siblings take our own children home to the village as often as possible in the hope that they will be joined to the land as we were.

So, who am I? I am a Dreamer. I am a poet. I am (sometimes) a nuisance. I am a Ugandan. I am an African. I am a friend. A sister. A daughter. A mother. A wife. And I am not done yet.


Aber Eunice Patricia / 17 October 2016

The time has come for Africa to tell her story from her own mouth… I’ve captured that. I can’t wait for that time to come to full maturity!!!

Nice piece…

Nuwagira / 17 October 2016

In Who am I?, Karugire tells her story in a simple, impact-full way. One would have, however, wanted to know how growing up in “corridors of power” influenced her world outlook, and the choices she made as young adult, esp following her self-rediscovery on returning home from exile, to date. Otherwise, Who am I? gives the reader, her values, beliefs and what she aspires for.

Justus Amanya Joshua / 17 October 2016

Wow! This is what I didn’t know about my buddy…I love quality I love quality minds. Am impressed. I am happy to know you.
This is a beautiful piece. And the artist tone (or you call it poetry) in the story is captivating. Keep it up. You’re a good writer. Keep it up. God bless you

Johnson / 18 October 2016

Nice I love the way you are passionate about Uganda and Africa as a continent.
Am proud to be Ugandan too From Teso.

We almost had the same cultural activity which is cattle keeping.Bravo

Galloway Mcmatrie / 18 October 2016

Beautiful and amazing,full of emotions.
Well done Natasha and keep dreaming and hope your dreams turn into life education to all Africans.

Jovia komuhendo / 19 October 2016

Beautiful artist’s biography. You got talent, keep doing what you love to do and inspiring generations to come.

Pam / 19 October 2016

Conversations around the fire place…the place of Africa; in our hearts. Home.
Thks Natasha

Muhanguzi Kashaka / 19 October 2016

Fantastic; the bit I’ve read is enough to tell me what an upcoming artist you are. Apart from being a designer, you could discover that you are many more times a writer and poet. Dreaming, consolidating and putting to paper to make sense of the dreams under corresponding headings etc makes artists. I can only encourage you to go on. I, myself do write but have been hesitant to share my thoughts until very recently. Cheers.

Natasha / 19 October 2016

Thank you all so much for your very kind and encouraging words! Blessings.

Amon Rweishe / 20 October 2016

An emotional piece and just beautiful… thank you Kaine.


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