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KAMPALA — There is a quiet, unexplained shift that happens inside a home when a woman steps through the door. She doesn’t knock, she doesn’t announce herself—she simply arrives, and the cold silence of a house transforms into a living space. But when she walks out, the very blankets turn to ice, leaving a man staring at the ceiling at 3:00 AM, asking himself what secret part of his world just vanished.
In his latest poetic reflection titled “ABAKYALA BA BEEYI | THE MYSTERY OF WOMEN,” prominent sports leader, commentator, and former SC Villa President Joseph Mbazzi Muguluma (Immanuel Ben Misagga) dives into the timeless psychology of love, manhood, and the undeniable force that women hold over society.
Misagga argues that despite all the pride, bank accounts, and titles men accumulate, no man has ever truly decoded a woman. They are not property to be locked in safe custody—they are weather, fire, and a force of nature.
What makes ‘Abakyala ba Beeyi’ such a powerful concept in African relationships?
The Luganda phrase “Abakyala ba Beeyi” translates to “Priceless” or “Expensive Women”—not necessarily in terms of material cost, but in terms of intrinsic value, spiritual weight, and emotional influence.
Misagga notes that a woman’s power over a man is silent yet absolute. A woman doesn’t need to raise her voice or lift a hand to disarm a man; when her spirit is heavy, a man’s chest feels the weight. Yet, men often take this presence for granted—asking “When are you coming back?” whenever a grieving woman steps away, as if her pain should be scheduled around a man’s loneliness.
“Truth is this: once a woman steps into your life, you spend the rest of your days praying she never steps out,” Misagga writes. “She is not a thing to be stored. She is weather. She is fire. She is a force. Women are gold—not the gold you dig from the ground, but the gold that digs into you.”
Why do men build empires, sell cows, and hustle at 5:00 AM because of a woman?
Strip away all the rhetoric about ambition and financial independence, and Misagga lays bare a fundamental truth: women are the silent engine behind male drive and economic hustle.
We call women “expensive,” but they are the primary reason men wake up before dawn, chase deals, build houses, and rewrite their destinies. Whether a man falls for a face that stops traffic, an intellect that builds empires, a voice that sounds like prayer, or distinct physical elegance, every man’s journey is shaped by a woman’s smile.
Men will lock their money in banks and sleep with wedding rings on, but when a woman walks by with grace, every man’s breathing temporarily forgets itself. The wealthy give with both hands, while those struggling give with their hearts—because a man without provision or purpose feels like a ghost.
How does Misagga connect modern Ugandan romance to Shakespeare and the Garden of Eden?
To illustrate that male vulnerability in the presence of women is an age-old human reality, Misagga draws parallels across literature and theology:
- The Tragedy of Verona: Misagga points to Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, where a single undelivered letter and the love of one woman caused two great houses—the Montagues and the Capulets—to bleed and rewrite their histories.
- The Garden of Eden: Addressing the eternal blame placed on Adam, Misagga quips with his signature wit that if Eve had been left with him in Eden, the forbidden apple would have been eaten before the snake even finished its sales pitch.
- The Diversity of Divine Artistry: Misagga celebrates the endless variety in women—from light skin to dark skin, tall to petite, quiet to bold—describing God as a master artist who never creates two identical masterpieces.
What does the Kifuuta Oracle teach us about honoring women?
Drawing from ancestral proverbs passed down through traditional elders in Kifuuta, Kyotera, Misagga closes his essay with a solemn warning to men who take the women in their lives for granted:
“If women were money, banks would burst. Even the grave would ask for a deposit.”
Paying homage to the queens who carry his name with honor—Rebecca Apophia Naidoo and Agatha Agata Nanungi—Misagga reminds men that from the day a boy leaves his mother’s breast to the day an old man closes his eyes, his entire life story is anchored by women.
Treating a woman with honor, glamour, and dignity isn’t just courtesy—it is self-preservation. Because once she leaves, the house goes cold, the fire dies, and even statues learn how to cry.
