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“He Never Had Any Affection For Me And I Was Forced To Call Him “ Daddy” – Irene Namubiru Narrates Experience With Stepfather

Singer Iryn Namubiru has been through a lot difficult from her childhood to her adult age.Years back, she relocated to France where she was a wife to a French man. Her relationship with the father of her children went sour. It was full of agony, beatings and being locked out of the house. One time, the French beat her almost to death and dumped her at a rail station in France.

Combining all the violence, Iryn left the marriage and ran back to Kampala. Using her Facebook account, Iryn has narrated a snippet of her childhood agony with her stepfather. She says the man never had any affection for her and was forced to call him daddy. 

Irene Namubiru and estranged hubby, Frenchman Franck Morel

This is how she narrates the whole odeal in the long social media post;

“Over a certain radio station this morning, I heard about the registration of Senior One students and this brought back a memory that has never left me.” She Wrote

“One day I came back home from school after my Primary Leaving Examinations and my mother was gone. No one explained to me where and why, well, at least not immediately.

There I was , the adult in the house, ( without a mother, househelp I had to ADULT RIGHT A WAY .With all these questions in my head that I did not have answers to, the only person I could ask at the time was the person in whose care my mother left me …. (Her man, who was not my father). A man I never felt attached to whatsoever , and who never had any affection for me despite being forced to call him “Daddy” but I just couldn’t bring up the subject.

Without much guidance, my first Choice was Gayaza and I highly believe it’s because the headmistress at the time Mrs. Kavuma, is a relative. 2nd Choice St. Peter’s Nsambya and 3rd choice Makerere College . Yes in that order. 
I remember clearly “Daddy” telling me to wear my MUSLIM GIRLS’ PRIMARY SCHOOL uniform, gave me a few shillings for transport to Gayaza go take care of my admission. I don’t think I have ever been faced with a tougher challenge in my life!! 
The courage I had that day is still the same I have today when confronted with difficult situations.

Irene also faught custody wars over her own children after their marriage went to tatters.

I didn’t know how to get myself to Gayaza but that wasn’t my greatest fear. I had heard about Gayaza girls, seen them, and coming from Muslim Girls’ P7 I just did not have the confidence, I didn’t know how I was gonna express myself, didn’t know whether to kneel or stand while greeting, whether to greet in English or Luganda but I kept practicing my phrases my whole trajet from Makindye to Gayaza.

I spent about an hour at the gate until I finally gathered the courage to get in. I immediately saw three females who I suspect were teachers. They politely asked how they could help me , and this was my first and biggest embarrassment ever!! I asked: “Can I have the headmistress?  I died . I can not explain the mockery. Well, they guided me to the office but not before correcting my English and advising me to come a long with an adult the next time. I knelt, greeted Mrs. Kavuma in English but spoke to her in Luganda. Of course , with my 7 Aggregates I could never have been admitted any way. She instead advised me to go to Bugema Adventists’ College where she too was going to take other relatives. One of these days I will ask Mrs. Kavuma what she thought seeing me there on my own.

I relayed this information to “Daddy ” who again sent me to Nsambya the following day still in my Muslim Girls’ Uniform( It was my best wear any way). There, I found out I had applied to the wrong school which was a day school but the only reason “Daddy” escorted me afterwards was to actually confirm I wasn’t telling lies that there were two Secondary schools.
I didn’t even bother with Makerere college, it was impossible.

I was sent to my maternal grandmother in Mityana 3 weeks to the end of the first term and quickly enrolled at Mityana Senior Secondary school. The two years there were the best ever for me in my life with the (complicity of my jjajja) because I got to re-unite with my own father,and to know how it felt like to be taken care of in every way ,by one’s own father before contact was cut again.” She concluded.



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