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GOD’S EVERLASTING LOVE

31. What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?

32. He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things?

33. Who shall bring a charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies.

34. Who is he who condemns? It is Christ who died, and furthermore is also risen, who is even at the right hand of God, who also makes intercession for us.

35. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?

36. As it is written:
“For Your sake we are killed all day long;
We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.”

37. Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.

38. For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come,

39. nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans 8:31-39

Over to you.

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RELAX, THIS YEAR IS LAST YEAR’S NEXT YEAR

Please listen to me attentively.
The difference between last year and next year is this year. And it is within your means.
So stop stressing yourself by worrying about how and whether you will make it happily into next year or not.


Believe me or not your worrying won’t delay the arrival of next year nor will it speed up this year.
Just the way last year passed and this year came so will this year end and next come.
Therefore do everything you can within your means to be happy as you make others happy too.
But their happiness should not be at the expense of yours.


Don’t make any more resolutions basing on the Gregorian calendar year.
But make short term cumulative and achievable resolutions so that at the end of next year you will surely look back at your accomplishments and marvel at how much you were able to achieve.


The danger with annual Gregorian calendar based resolutions, they make you an under achiever.
You wait until the last quarter of the year and start running around in an effort to fulfill your so-called new year resolutions.


And when you do, you go around chest thumping mbu you met your new year resolution.
Yet you are a mere underachiever who accomplished a mere quarter of your annual capability.
Meanwhile, l wish you a fruitful new year that is full of blessings.


Over to you.

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Wedding Presents to Family and Friends

Today a couple came into my studio/gallery looking for wedding presents to give to their son and his fiance who are due to wed tomorrow. Among the presents was one particular mat, which unfortunately had its binding undone.

While in normal circumstances I would suggest an alternative, they seemed hooked on to this particular one. Usually I contact the mat makers, who come and do the needful.

Since there was no time I decided to offer a design solution. I looked at the binding, studied it and decided to mend it using the available tools and materials, which seemed inadequate but I managed to improvise successfully.


It was my first time to mend a mat, and thanks to my mother who introduced me to the skills of sewing and tailoring during my childhood. While my mother was a qualified teacher, nurse and midwife and actually gainfully employed she also owned a sewing machine which she used to make her clothes and ours too .


These skills would come in handy later when I joined the armed forces, where you were required to solve all sorts of problems as they arise. Some anticipated and others totally unexpected, but you were expected to find and offer a solution especially before appearing at the muster parade, where you were expected to turn up in tip top form and smartly dressed to avoid being punished.


Some of the punishments would involve being ordered to take cover and roll next to a pool of muddy water if the instructor felt you were not smart enough. This would happen most often early in the morning. After that you were expected to go to the dormitory, clean up and report back immediately. Otherwise you would be charged with being absent without authorised leave (AWOL).
So as we close the year I am pleased to report that I have a newly acquired skill on top of the many God endowed me with.


Did I mention that a couple of weeks ago I held an exhibition to mark 40 years of art practice? Well now you know.


Glory be to God the Most High as we inch towards 2019.
Happy new year.


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ARTIST’S STATEMENT

My art is an expression of my inner feelings, an interpretation of my experiences and those of others. It is a celebration of the talent bestowed upon me by the grace of God because I did not attend a formal art school. It is informed and inspired by my cultural heritage and the vast experience I have gained through extensive travel around the world.

After critical study and observance of shadows, I am able to artistically capture and portray successfully movements and emotions of my chosen subjects. As a social and cultural commentator, I endeavor to paint in such a way that those with feelings may be touched. Hence the widely accepted description of my art by critics and collectors as: ‘The Art That Touches The Heart’

Below is a poem I composed in 1997 in Atlanta, Georgia, USA, on the eve of my art exhibit to mark the Grand opening of Gems Of Africa Fine Art & Sculpture Gallery . I intended to address the frequently asked question about me and my art and how long it takes me to complete a work of art.

“Art is like a child” – Nuwa Wamala Nnyanzi

It is conceived
It grows in you
It is craved by many
Sometimes you know not
when you conceive it
Sometimes you dread its presence
Yet you cannot conceal the bulge
Sometimes you want the world
to know what is inside you
Sometimes you are too confused
Sometimes you wonder
how it will look like when it comes out
Sometimes you want it terminated
Sometimes you are anxious to have it
Sometimes the onlookers embarrass you
If you force it out
It is an abortion
If you induce it
It will be a pre-mature birth
If you leave it there for too long
It will be a still- born
If you get too excited
You will suffer a miscarriage
When you display signs
of an expectant mother
You are branded an introvert,
eccentric, weird, name it
Yet, at delivery time
It is only you to experience
the agony of labour pains
Quite alien to anyone
Who has never given birth before
But when it finally comes out
It becomes everyone’s business
Some will congratulate you
Others will condemn you
Some will praise it
Others will pour scorn on it
Some will cherish it
Others will chastise it
Some will love it
Others will loathe it
Some will wish to display it
Others will wish to dispose of it
Some will host it
Others will hate it
Some will touch it
Others will tear it
Some will value it
Others will vandalize it
Some will crave it
Others will criticize it
Some will notice it
Others will ignore it
Some will discuss it
Others will discard it
Some will adore it
Others will abhor it
Some will use it
Others will abuse it
Some will aver it
Others will avoid it
But, everyone will have something
to feel and or say about it
Just as they do with newly-born ones
Oh, how a work of art is just like a baby

Over to you.

©1997 Nuwa Wamala Nnyanzi

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An Authentic visit from the Sand artist.

On Friday, December 21st, 2018, Sand artist Lusa and her countrymen from China came to Nnyanzi Art Studio.
Among the art pieces that touched her heart was ‘Single Working Girl’ that graces the cover of 1998 WHO Report. Another piece ‘The personification Of The Rotary Family’ was equally appreciated by those who came with her.

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My Visit to Republic in Kamwokya

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This evening I went to the republic in Kamwokya to check on my grand niece Ruksy who has lost her beloved mother-in-law, which necessitated her husband Sachin to rush to India to arrange for her cremation as per the Hindu custom.

On my way back, Ruksy showed me the famed Fire Base studios. Although I have on so many occasions passed by that place and I was aware through the media that Fire Base the headquarters of the ghetto republic was located somewhere around Kamwokya.

In other words this is the place where HE Bobi Wine does what he does best; compose, sing, record and produce music that has made him a factor not only in social commentary but also an earthmoving political actor of a global stature.

The walls that probably which appear to have not been painted for a while, are host to some imposing graphically drawn portraits of HE Bobi Wine aka Hon Robert Kyagulanyi, the member of parliament of Kyaddondo East. Below the portraits are captions demanding his release.

It is here where the studios that birthed the now famous Kyarenga hit are situated. KYARENGA is a song that leaves nobody unmoved regardless of one’s political affiliation, social standing, economic status or even religious beliefs.

I decided to walk to Bukoto where I live as I reflected on a place that is increasingly becoming of historic importance as far as Uganda’s politics is concerned.

Memories of 1972 came back rushing to my mind as I walked. It was around Kamwokya that my colleagues and I had spent our last evening out in Kampala before exiting to various units we had been hastily transferred to. It was an order from the then Commander in Chief to the then Chief Medical Officer Col Dr Gideon Bogera, to disband a unit that had been recruited, undergone basic military training and was waiting to be sent for medical training abroad. 

It was at a popular bar called Africana, where we revelled and that last night in Kampala, I still recall to date the number that was played over and over again on the juke box. ‘Jamaica Farewell’ by Harry Belafonte. The only difference was in Belafonte’s song he was leaving on a jet plane while we were to leave on buses.

I was to lead the team that was posted to the 2nd Battalion aka Gonda based in Moroto.
In 2004 while visiting Jamaica to attend my cousin’s wedding in Negril, I made it a point to visit Bob Marley’s house, which is now a museum. As we approached Kingston I started singing lyrics in ‘Jamaica Farewell’ : I am leaving on a jet plane…
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The Short story of encounting an Authentic Aboriginal Art piece

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Am now a proud owner of an Aboriginal art piece, courtesy of the generosity of Night one of my patrons. She promised to get me one a couple of years ago, when she brought in hers to be framed.
That was my first time to come face to face with Aboriginal art. It kinda of looked like some of my art pieces in Black and white as well as the ones in pointillism.

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What does it say Ms. Queen Abenakyo, Uganda’s Miss Africa

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A couple of months ago I bought this painting by an Indian artist Jogindra Singh. It was in the exhibition that opened immediately after mine closed (FORTY YEARS OF BRUSH STROKES) at NOMMO ART GALLERY, Nakasero, Kampala, Uganda.

What does it say to you in relation to Ms Quiin Abenakyo, Uganda’s Miss Africa, who also is second runup Miss World 2018.

Can those incharge of whatever refrain from doing anything scandalous, that might ruin our moment of glory, on the global scene?
Glory be to God.
Over to you.

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