“My Ghost Should Be Given A Brand New Car , Don’t Take My Body To Church , Let People Drink And Dance On My Funeral” Tamale Mirundi Demanded Before Dying

Before his passing, Joseph Tamale Mirundi requested that his residences in Zana, Kabalagala, Kyengera, and his home village each host two-day vigils in his honor before burying him.Tamale Mirundi passed away yesterday night at Kibuli Hospital ICU.

Before his passing, Tamale Mirundi had been battling lung complications since July. Despite his declining health, Mirundi remained vocal and clear about how he wanted to be remembered

.In one of his interviews with Kasuku, Mirundi outlined specific instructions for his burial arrangements.He requested that his residences in Zana, Kabalagala, Kyengera, and his home village each host two-day vigils in his honor

.He requested that his residences in Zana, Kabalagala, Kyengera, and his home village each host a two-day vigil in his honor. These vigils, he specified, were not to be marked by somberness but rather by joyous celebrations.

Mirundi envisioned events filled with music, food, and a generous supply of alcoholic beverages, reflecting his lively and exuberant character.Moreover, Mirundi stipulated that his body should not be taken to a church for a requiem Mass. Instead, he wished for prayers to be held at his home, aligning with his desire for a more personal and intimate farewell.

Mirundi wished for celebrations filled with music, food, and plenty of alcoholic beverages, reflecting his lively personality and desire for a spirited send-off.

Rumour of his demise has been exaggerated, for the loudness of his existence shall live on through media and all the space he owned in life. In his death, dare we be reminded of those words by Friedrich Nietzsche: “Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” He heard his music and waltz through. Ditto.

In between his interviews, Tamale Mirundi would be unpredictable, sporadic with his hands, quick to anger and banter. His cadence would surge which I always suspect was to either disarm his host or tilt the scales to smuggle in a narrative as informed by his pet project intelligentsia entity he dubbed “MISO” Mirundi Intelligence Service Organisation.

We never largely pulled attention to prove truth in its existence or work. We mostly left him in the corner of his 90’s Soviet style propaganda, that painted a deeper skilled man more than he looked.They, according to Mirundi (MISO) offered a range of high-level spyware, viruses that would corrupt another’s phone if he deemed it worthy, among many things he mentioned that yet give credence to Francis Mbuga’s Betrayal of the City.

When the World offers to converse with a mad man, would that be fair to call the man mad? His intelligence-gathering desk had many debates, of his allegations, which largely fed or starved one’s homogeneity varying of your choices or social placement.