Fene is a delicacy no doubt ,it’s celebrated all over the country, The jackfruit is a sweet, juicy fruit, with a protective covering at the top, it’s hard and sappy when raw, soft scented and less sappy when ripe (this definition is for my brothers from London who aren’t accustomed to these things ).
While growing up deep in the village in Hoima, fights would often break out among rival gangs over rights to mango and jackfruit trees, over the weekend I witnessed a near -fatal fight over the sweet Fene.
Behind Lumumba, stands, a jackfruit tree; majestic, tall and free. A certain freshman, must have been struck by the aroma of a ripe jackfruit in the tree ,he readily climbed up and after some careful search ,with his palm ,he found the jackfruit, and hastily harvested his baby.
The jackfruit unfortunately fell down hard with a thud. The noise attracted the attention of a senior elder who rushed to “his” tree with bitterness in his eyes, “You fresher, where were you when my father was watering this tree, as a seedling in 1990? I have exclusive rights over this fruit and as the caretaker of this tree I demand you return my fruit and pay a fine,” the senior Lumumbist teased as the fresher looked on calmly. He [frehser] attempted to carry the fruit away, the senior student pushed the fresher, who dropped the fruit and attacked the fellow, a scuffle ensued, it was the intervention of a passerby that saved the day, instead advising them to share the fruit, they readily did and devoured the fruit. Times are hard!