The first born could reply “It wasn’t me, it was Kano”, the youngest son could also reply back by saying, “No it wasn’t me either, it was Kano”, The Mid-son could also say “papa, its Kano not me!”
This situation turned out to be so challenging to Kintu!
To him self Kintu said “I shall go to Ruhanga, he’ll advise me of what to do”
Ruhanga was a smart giant intelligent advisor in whom everyone listened.
Kintu went to Ruhanga’s place; he explained to Ruhanga his problems.
Ruhanga said “I know the answer to your problems, this is what you must do” then Ruhanga gave Kintu instructions.
Kintu returned back to his home and called his three sons.
He gave each of his sons a pot of milk.
He told them, “You must keep the milk in your pot until morning without spilling it” All three sons laughed and said “That is an easy task; each of us can keep his milk in his pot until morning”
“We will tell each other stories until sunrise happens so that we don’t fall asleep” said the eldest.
They all sat down, each with his pot of milk handy.
Soon it was dark; everyone in the home fell asleep, only Kintu’s sons stayed awake.
Long hours of the night went by. The youngest son began to yawn. “Oh, how sleepy I am” he said!
Soon enough, his head begun to nod.
Not very long, the milk pot slipped from his hands. Some of the milk was spilt on the ground.
“Oh” he screamed. “What shall I do? Please help me, my brothers!
Our father will be angry with me.”
The two elder brothers were good and kind.
They decided to help their brother by each of them contributing some milk from their own milk pots to their brother’s milk pot.
The long night continued.
At last, little cracks of light began to be visible on the sky.
“The night is finally over” said the eldest brother while yawning. “How sleepy and tired I am” he said.
As he spoke, his pot slipped and fell on the ground, spilling most of his milk.
The ground impact of the elder’s pot hitting the ground caused shock to the Mid-son who was also sleepy,
because of the impact shock, he too accidentally let go of his pot from his hand spilling his milk too.
The first and Mid-sons were so upset, not so long did their father Kintu come into their room.
Now the youngest son was the only one with a pot full of milk
Kintu said to the oldest son “My son, you disobeyed me, from this day onwards you and your ancestors will be under command of others and you shall be called Kairu”
He then said to the Mid-son that you have little milk left, you will be their to take care of others, and I will call you Kahuma.
He then said to the youngest son with a full pot of milk that I will call you Kakama and you will be a ruler of all.
**********END OF STORY********
Today, in the central region, the Baganda is the strongest tribe and it originated from Kakama, its basically still the rular of all tribes up to today!

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