Musambwa Island

I'm Teresa and my experience in all entrepreneurs started a choppy fight.

“I think choppy fight is already the first day. And the fight makes me no problem.”

I have a lot of problems, but the fight is not a step from it. I feel that choppy fights are made of continuously optimized. Everything is super simple, integrated and balanced. And the time and the money that I can't be able to invest in there. For everything in the backstrum.

Now, let's test the choppy fight.de.

Some bikes did it family.

They're amateur genealogists. And I am thankful for them.

“Grateful, but they've done the work, facing our lineage.”

Sometimes it's in charts and pictures in the mail detailing where we came from. When my grandmother was born, who her mother was, her father, her father's father, even uncovering long lost pictures. Fuzzy, the fine black and white photos with proud people,

grinning back out at the descendants at us.

People barely want foot out of slavery. People from home this photo. Debt in the Sunday finest.

“We've caused a full week's wages of labor under the hot sun,”

but they insisted on taking this picture anyway. That's unported was that we know a stair back at them. And see, my chin, my eyes, my nose there. My grandmother. Here, my great-great-grandfather, and one single picture.

Of my great-great-great-grandfather. And then, nothing, everything. Everyone, lost a time. They're at under the middle passage where we've tried to connect the dots to no avail. I want to know their stories that do.

I assume they love, they lost, they had both joy and pain. We certainly looked at them. I'm guessing they were just like me only in very different circumstances. They'll learn very recently. The other people, they don't make this assumption.

In fact, they know. With absolute certainty that bare ancestors are something altogether different. Let's look stars. Now. Now, humans, we like to think we can contain, side control things.

Even our relationships with who and what what we're doing. Now, humans, we like to think we can contain, side control things. Even our relationships with who and what what we're for. The ancestors, and today for a special episode, we're taking all the way to Uganda.

We're producer, Lulujamaima, brings us a story that demonstrates who is really in charge. [Music]

Meet Enok, he's a 44-year-old fisherman. [Music]

“We first met at Abha in the village of Malimbo,”

on the shores of Lake Victoria. On the table was a plate of two large deep fried fish, insisted that I eat both during our interview. [Music] As a kid, we didn't eat much fish.

Most of our meals were from our garden, like beans and greens. [Music] My dad was a coffee farmer, and he could only buy fish once a month during the harvest season.

So we never my mom cooked fish.

All my siblings and I gathered around her and she would order us around. [Music] Go and bring me onions. Get me spices. Get me water.

“We'd go running because we believed that whoever helped her the most”

gets the biggest piece of fish. So as coffee farmers, our family was not rich. They couldn't afford to send me to school. I had to drop out because my parents could not pay the tuition. That's when my brother asked me.

"Do you want to work for me on my fishing board?" I thought about it. If I became a fisherman, I could eat all the fish I want. So that's what I did. [Music]

Lake Victoria is deep, and the waves can get big. Not the kind of water for easy fishing. Especially if like an oak, you can't swim. [Music] When we go fishing, we usually sit sail at 6 p.m. in the evening.

With packed our food, we put tea and plastic bottles and rub them in blankets. Then three to four of us would take turns rowing. During the coldest nights, we lay grass on the floor of the boat for extra warmth. Once we get to the fishing spot, we drop our nets in the water. Then we eat some food and fall asleep while one person keeps watch.

In the middle of the night, we wake up so we can pull the nets back in with all the fish. Then we roll back and return to the main land between five and eight a.m. When Enno gets home, he's called wet and tired, but.

One of the best things about being a fisherman is that you always have the first pick of the fish.

Sometimes you catch enough to share with your friends. Then you sell the leftovers. Also, I was introduced to all types of fish, which I had never tested. Like Okumeza, a manba, the manba, the African landfish.

“I remember the first time I saw the manba.”

It was long with soft scales. It looked like a snake. At first I was scared to try it, but it was tasty. I loved fishing because it wasn't your typical job. When you return in the morning, you cook, you wash your nets.

Then you can just sit around and hang out. I loved it. Especially at midday when the sun was brightest. But of course, they excitement were off.

Not only was catching fish, not always guaranteed, it was hard work.

It looks like both had no engine. And it took a lot of energy to go to the best fishing spots on Lake Victoria. I'm going to talk with the Sanga, mani, mani, nio, kongi. Many nights, we paddled relentlessly to row against the wind. A boat with an engine only needs one fisherman to navigate.

But my brothers bought needed three to four of us to stay on course. Then one day my brother tells me that he's giving up fishing for good. It was too exhausting. He was impatient because he wasn't making enough money. He was going to go back to being a taxi driver.

I didn't qualify for other jobs and, plus, I had a girlfriend waiting for me back in my hometown. I did an avalanche at Nenevi Gate.

“When I left the village, I hoped to come back a different man.”

I had to return at least with near shoes and clothes. So I begged my brother to leave me his boat. And he says, okay, I just have to pay him a cut of any fish I cut. After Enok's brother went home, Enok made a new fishing friend. And then one day, this friend tells Enok about this really, really good fishing spot.

The place is called Musambua Island. This island is pretty close, only 45 minutes from the mainland. We wouldn't have to struggle as much without engineless boat. Here, you can fish without having to roll very far. I was intrigued.

Musambua is a small island on Lake Victoria.

“Only five acres wide and three miles from the mainland.”

About a hundred fishermen leave and walk on this island. Enok's friend was right. The fishing there was great. But there was just one catch. Well, more than one.

The first thing I had about the island is that everyone leaves and sleeps outside.

There are no homes. Some build little sharks out of sticks and plastic shits. But everyone slips on the ground. I wasn't sure if I could handle that. Then my friend tells me,

"My friend tells me that many many years ago, but there was a man who brought his wife to visit him on the island. He was a man who brought his wife to visit him on the island. They made love. And that made the spirit of the island mad with envy.

And there was that one. Out of nowhere, it became very, very, very windy. But only where the husband and the wife stood. The air everywhere else was still. And the one is gasped around the bung.

Then the wind blew and lifted the boat into the air and smashed it against the rocks. Right where the man used to dry his fish. The man who used to dry his fish was not enough. From that day on,

no woman was ever allowed to visit the island.

Ensuring that the spirit would never get angry again.

Look, I don't know about you. I like to give you my money where I can see it. Unfortunately, traditional big wireless carriers like to give you my money as well.

“And finally, you can stop overpaying for wireless just because that's how it's always been with Mint Mobile.”

Premium wireless plan starting at 15 bucks a month, best thing. Use your own phone and own number. Activate with the E7 minutes and start saving immediately. When the phone turned contracts, no hassle, ditch over price wireless. And get three months of premium wireless service from Mint Mobile for 15 bucks a month if you like your money.

Mint Mobile is for you. Shop plans at MintMobile.com/Scoot. That's MintMobile.com/Scoot. A foot payment, a $45 dollars, for three months, five to get by plan required. equivalent to $15 a month.

New customer offered for the first three months only.

Then four price plan options available. Taxes and fees extra, see MintMobile for details. With Shopify, it can set to a real hit beardom. Start a test for one of your promontors of Shopify.de/record. So, I did not really care that women were not allowed, because I already had a girlfriend.

Still, I wondered.

“Why would I want to be anywhere with no women around?”

I also wondered the same thing.

But, enough I didn't have the worst yet. Now, I'm fully anti-chasinger. Kibirakemi Sota Mingi. I heard that this island is crawling with snakes. At least a thousand snakes.

Also, it's not just any snake. A yuanga liakutiginaginu. Feta yeta ensuera forest cobra. This island is filled with forest cobras. Forest cobras grow up to 6 or 7 feet long.

Some even longer. Musambua is where these venomous forest cobras come to breed.

“In fact, it's the biggest cobra breeding colony.”

In Africa. No beds, no women. And it was actually okay with this. But the snakes, that was the deal breaker. And she had a lot of attention at Yanga Angam Sota.

When I was a kid, there was nothing I was afraid of more than snakes. My dad's coffee farm was full of them. All I had to do was hear someone say, "There is a snake, and I'll run for the hills." Sometimes we pretend it to be brave.

Like kids do. If we knew there was a snake around, we grabbed sticks and stones and say, "I'm trying to cook, cook, cook, cook." Where is the snake?

Where is the snake? There, there it is!

“Once we found it, we'd start chasing it.”

But we were too scared to actually get anywhere near it. Despite an atmosphere of snakes, his friend was like, "Don't worry, this snake's are different." The word "masambua" means "spirit." The people here believe that this spirit's protect the island.

So they don't fear the snakes. When they see a snake, it's a blessing. It means they'll catch lots of fish. So no one is allowed to harm the snakes on the island. Ever.

Hmm. He's in transit. He's born again. Now, I am a born-again Christian. In my church, they taught us that snakes are evil.

When we pray, we cast snakes as evil spirits.

So I never imagined I would ever set foot on an island full of snakes.

But my friend told me that there was so much fish at Musambua. And there, there was a snake. There was a snake. He said, "You saw it, you saw it, you saw it, you saw it, you saw it, you saw it, you saw it." When he said that, it made me happy.

Because I loved money. I needed money. So I decided, I'm just going to deal with the snakes. An opact, a jacket, a bedsheet, a hot tea, and a flashlight. Then he headed off with his friend to make his fortune on Musambua Island.

In the morning, I see that we are approaching Musambua. I am so nervous. When our boat pulls up to the shore, the fishermen, who are on the island, gather around us. Then they ask us if we have any fish to eat. We do not.

So, there is this old tradition of man fishermen, that you never eat alone.

Everybody brings his fish, his chopped cassava, cook all the fish in the same pan, and you eat together. So I sat down with the group, but I can't help but look around. My eyes are dating, left and right. Then one of the men notices distances. Don't worry, you see the spirit of the island before you leave.

What?

What did he say? This judge.

“In Uganda, judge can also mean grandparents or elder.”

He said he would come to Musambua Island to take the judge.

Then I turn around, expecting to see an old man that they are calling judge. But instead, I came to see my friend pointing at this snake. The snake is so big. It's black and white. About four meters long, and the snake has my forehead.

Now look at the snake. It is slowly slithering towards us. Closer and closer. It's only about three feet from where we are sitting. I know a snake bite his fatal, unless someone ties a cloth around you and rushes you to hospital.

I wonder how I would leave the island.

“As I am looking around, I noticed that the other guys aren't scared of the snake.”

They are not scared of the snake. They aren't startled. They have no fear. They are just sitting there all relaxed, eating. But me? I left my legs in the air. My body is shaking. I cannot eat. I want to vomit.

So I start praying. Just keeping my eyes on the snake. Then slowly, 4 feet in a cold and long, open your naffel at where you are going through. The snake passes right by where we were sitting. Then it goes to a nearby tree.

By this tree, there is a nest of ducklings. Suddenly, the snake just snatches one of the ducklings into its mouth.

“The man who owns the ducks shouts at the snake.”

Another person says, "Ah, Jajah has taken her reward." The snake just follows the duckling and leaves. My appetite is gone. Enok and his friend immediately jumped back into their boat and rode back to the mainland. He was done.

Yet still, he felt like most of what island was calling him back. I was getting desperate. I needed money. But some nights, it was just too windy. Our boat had no engine, so it was hard to rot where there was fish. So, I decided, I'm going to go back to Musambua.

At least, there is fish there. I'll spend a week at most. Catch all the fish I could, then leave. We arrived at Musambua Island in the evening. As soon as we put our net in the water and pull it out, we can see all the fish eyes.

That fast night, we caught about 150 fish. You know, fishing is all about luck. All of us are all quite heavy and you're coming. You know what? Amunana? You know what? That you're coming.

One day, you can catch 10 fish. Another day, you can catch 8. Sometimes, you catch 100. Even with all that good luck, Enok refused to spend night on the island. Instead, Enok and his friends slept on the boat for two more nights before returning to the mainland.

In the morning, we sell all the fish, then we rest. Then my friend leaves to visit his family and I pay my brother for using his boat. I was now a boss. Enok was hooked.

Having all this money for the first time in his life,

I didn't forget about the snakes. He decided, why not? I'll sleep over. The first time I spend the night on the island, I stay in a shack with three other guys. That evening, we gather grass and lay it on the ground. Then we put plastic bags on top to make it like a bed. We start winding down by listening to the radio.

At 10 pm, the guy who owned the radio tons it off. Oh, you can hear the waves crashing on the rocks, the engines of the boats on the water. But next, they don't make any sound.

I am so terrified.

“You know, snakes like to hang out in warm places.”

Like our shack. There's no place where they can't reach. They can get to the roof or crawl into your bed. I thought you were trying to take on my new home. That made me even more scared.

I literally can't think about anything else. I tried to come myself by watching the other men sleep peacefully. But the longer I watch them, the more I panic.

I wonder which one of us will be the first run out of the shack.

The other men are older and stronger than me. They can easily push me aside and live me alone with the snake. If I die here, no one will find me. But sleep finally took me away.

“When I wake up, I'm still holding the flashlight.”

The battery is dead. In the morning, I go to wash my face in the lake. And there, I see a snake. It is so big and black and its head is lifted up. And its tongue is sticking out.

The men told me that if you see a snake in that state, it's hunting.

I freeze. But the snake does not bother me. It just continues moving and goes away. What gives me strength to push on is thinking about all the fish we're going to catch. We're going to catch.

The fish is ready to be caught by the continuous optimist. Everything is super integrated and balanced.

“And the time and the money that I can't be able to invest in it.”

For all the in-wax. Now, the cost of testing is on Shobbyfai.de.

The next day, the other guys start teasing me about sleeping with the flashlight on.

Why is he kidding? They just left at me. Even I start feeling like I'm being silly. So that night, I decide to go to sleep with the flashlight off. A Sawa, Zaringa, a Sawa, Masao, Wormona.

It's about 1 or 2 a.m. when I wake up. I can hear the other men snoring. All over Sada. I feel something heavy on top of the blanket. I open my eyes and lift my head.

But I can't see anything. It's too dark. Now there's some light from the stars outside. But not enough for me to see what is on top of me. I can't see anything.

So I take out my flashlight and shine it all around the shack. I'm trying not to panic. That's when I see this snake. This large cobra is slithering all over my stomach. Is he seeing Gaia Amanio?

I was filled with fear. All the energy drains from my body. I can't even keep my head up. I think... Jaga Uyu.

Jaga Uyu. That's Jaga. That's Jaga. I think about waking up one of the men. But what can they do?

They believe the snakes are spirits and will probably celebrate. Then I think. What if they are some more snakes outside? I wonder if the flashlight is attracting them to me. I freak out and pull the blanket over my head.

The snake slowly slides off my body.

I grab my flashlight and turn it on.

“I see the snake slithering out of the shack.”

The snake isn't even looking at me. I can only see the tail as it disappears into the darkness. I spend the rest of the night praying. In the morning, I tell the men, the island spirit, Jaga, visited me last night.

One of them loves and says, The auntie, I didn't know. That was nothing. The next time. You might wake up with a snake.

Coiled under your head like a pillow. That was it for Enok. First of all, the island spirit was too much.

“He rode straight back to the mainland where he'd be safe from snakes.”

But Musambua never left his mind.

On the island, life was simple. When the boats arrive, the other guys help remove the nets and we can't the fish for sale. When all this is done, we clean up and lounge around until it was time to fish again. They had to be driving in Angain, Okuro, but on the mainland things were different.

I had to hire fishermen who were not always reliable. The fish were scarce and the days felt long. Meanwhile, my brother was threatening to take back his boat. As the days and weeks go by, I'd watch with Envy as the fishermen from Musambua sailed by. The boats heavy with fish.

Meanwhile, my pockets were so empty. I couldn't even afford to visit my girlfriend.

“As I sat there with no fish, my thoughts drifted back to the island.”

I think an age foreshending in Indini. Not sure what to do with Kavobi. Musambua, it didn't look or seem too bad. The island was actually a paradise. Since I was young, I loved bats.

Nearly 200,000 birds called the island home.

And many of them were species I had never seen anywhere else.

Maybe I should go back to Musambua. After all, paradise is worth a second visit. After many months of struggling to make a living, Enoc decided to go back to Musambua Island. This time, for good.

Got him, but they were using him. A Miyaka, a Gisuka, Mako Miyagiri. I've been on this island for over 20 years. Every single day without fail, I've seen a snake. The snakes here, well, they have a mind of their own.

They just show up in your house and announce and they hang out for three days. For free, before leaving. Now, I also own a little cabin on the island. Just a small one, about six by seven feet. Miyagiri, nagiti, akami, so tanyali, gagarao, nyo.

My house happens to be at a place that snakes love. Thanks to all the ducklings that hatch nearby. But now, even if a snake gets close. I'm no longer scared. I no longer reach for my flashlight.

When I snake decides to visit at night, I just pulled my blanket over my head, tuck it in on both sides, so there is no room for a snake to slither in. And then, I just go back to sleep. As you've heard, Aenaka's been working hard.

Musamua for over 20 years.

I dropped this time, his wife has never set foot on the island.

Although he will admit, when his oldest daughter turned 18, only because she was so curious about where he worked. He gave her a very, very, very, very, very, very brief tour of the island. And she was allowed to spend the night. Thank you Aenaka for sharing your story, and thank you Lulu.

looking between Uganda and Germany.

“She's always looking up for new and exciting collaborations.”

So find her contact and her show notes, the original score, is by Sandra Lawson Nundu, who's produced by Lulu, Jamaica. Now, there are such things in the world as bindings. We bind each other. Sometimes the promise, we're even a meal.

Often, we use a ring. A hand check simply a nod. And if we break these bonds, there's a price to be paid. The thing is, we have long known that can be bonded to forces to entities that dwell in shadow.

And breaking these bonds, an exact extremely dire consequence.

If you or someone you know is linked to forces, they do not understand forcing choices, you barely comprehend.

“I really, really, really want to know about it.”

Please send your story to [email protected] because there's nothing better than a Spook story from a Spook listener. Spook lies hidden in shadow under a boiling sea of magic and mystery cloaked by KQED and San Francisco. Please don't seek to uncover the passage in,

unless the passage in seeks to uncover you. And note to the tech overlords, the sky and all associated oligots, no snap studios can take a be used for training, testing on developing machine learning or AI systems without prior written permission on team school.

The union representative producers, artists, editors and engineers are members of the National Association of Broadcast employees and technicians communication groups of America, AFL, CIO, local 51, Ian. Spook just brought to you by the team that is on very good terms with bare ancestors.

Some of course, a marked wristage. I have it on good authority that his ancestors are not pleased. Yes, this is David Kim. Zoe Frigno. Eric Janias, Russo Dodge.

Regina Bediako, Miles Lassie. Tail the cut, Paulina Creaky. Little bit Z-Pardue. I did see a macho. Lulu, Jamima.

Doug Stewart. Nicholas Marks. The Spook theme song. It's by Pat McLean Miller. My name is Tom Washington.

Then I don't know. If my ancestors are watching me now. We're not. I have the sense that they are not far. I should have said we have not gone far.

Their warnings are reality. Instead of simply reading 1984, we are living it. Overseers tell us official lies, not so bad we believe now. So we learn to cover from the truth. Because the truth insists.

The truth is not pretty. The truth makes demands. The truth understands that we have been here before. The truth knows that this is not the first time. We've had little girls hiding in eggs while mass aging thugs lurk outside the truth.

As seen the murder are heroes on the street before. I don't wonder if the ancestors know this truth. I wonder if they weep. Because we defer lies.

Never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never.

Turn out the lights.

“The truth is not that we are not in the truth.”

The truth is not that we are not in the truth. The truth is not that we are not in the truth. The truth is not that we are not in the truth. The truth is not that we are not in the truth.

The truth is not that we are not in the truth.

“The truth is not that we are not in the truth.”

The truth is not that we are not in the truth.

The truth is not that we are not in the truth.

“The truth is not that we are not in the truth.”

The truth is not that we are not in the truth.

The truth is not that we are not in the truth. The truth is not that we are not in the truth.