Speaking matters health; who leads the conversation in a relationship? Many couples shy away from seeking information regarding health. When it comes to men, many assume that only women should be concerned. This is not right. Couples should know about the status of their health and that of their children willingly and cooperatively. Until this is made known to them, chances are; whatever they learn … Continue reading Family Planning mu Ndongo
During the #Nyaka15 celebrations, I met a little boy, his name, Owen. He wants to be a pilot when he grows up. At 6 years of age, I wondered what dreams I carried in my head. Will there be someone to help Owen realize his? This left me thinking, who advocates for the boy child? When you have traveled far away from the city where things look a little glorious, you will be challenged by the many numbers of young boys on the streets.
Owen on his from fetching water Continue reading “Who Advocates For the Boy Child”
He asked me to open my mouth for the operation. This was the last surprise slap I expected when I booked an appointment with the dentist on a Sunday morning. I am one of those people who rarely fall sick. I thank God for that. But there are situations that are hard to explain to self and others, they that qualify you to be sick. … Continue reading Beware of Self Medication
Hey buddy,
I hope you are online. I thought I should check out on you.
I’m told you were mad because I didn’t respond instantly to the whatsapp message you left me. And my messenger, has of recent, struggled to receive my attention. Of the dms, those are quite a number. I rarely check. But I am okay.
Instant messages were building a mall in my head and the weight was so unbearable. And when I thought of the recent developments of people throwing each other bullets over a car scratch, I thought I deserved a break from this vibe of trends. But I am fine.
I just learnt to turn off all my notifications to get some breathing space. I was getting asthmatic just grappling with breath.
As you know our online world, it gets super crazy at times. When you find yourself a member of over five whatsapp groups where people work in turns, as one team leaves the chat room another enters. You find the notification thread bleeding with a lot of sweat. And yet notifications have this sympathy look over the screen of one’s phone that they always invite you into swiping to attend to them only to find that all someone wants of you is to type Amen and forward the message to 12 other people in a record three minutes.
So I have decided to none all of that. To work and be able to respond to the life offline, it’s mine too.
Remember how we cried over the cost of being online. We have since walked closer to uncrying the lament but the hook still hooks deeper.
And in the midst of mine own struggles come the thought of those like me and more so the little ones. Those who still have an excitement of being online.
Them, to whom an internet bundle of UGX 300 still means a life and more.
Continue reading “A letter to my Social Media Friend”
We hit the road to Nyaka. None of the five-man team had been to the venue itself. Our driver, Ronald Muvinyi, a tour operator with BIC Tours had only traveled to the side of the country through Kanungu to Kihiihi on his way to Queen Elizabeth.
Here we all were on an adventure trip to learn more of a project I personally I had only read of online.
Continue reading “#RoadToNyaka”
Let me tell you of a story that challenged me of recent. You know how often times you acquaint yourself with information in far away places and yet you know not much of what is happening in next door. That is exactly the story of Twesigye Jackson Kaguri. A child of Nyakagyezi, Jackson felt challenged that his people were being consumed by HIV/AIDS. More parents … Continue reading Celebrating #Nyaka15
Sure. Many times we keep quiet on things that we only afford to gossip about when all the damage has been done. Continue reading Comfortable, my behind
The media in Kampala has always been awash with threatening headlines that usually never live beyond a fortnight. The competition is so high that once a headline has been kicked out, it struggles to make a come back. To many, they never achieve this. The bakers of these cakes are those (in most cases) little known journalists who get overshadowed by the works of their mighty hands. The formation process of these stories is usually knitted between two warring parties.
What on earth would have given Dr Kiiza Besigye a ride to fame if it were not for HE YK Museveni? It has taken them 15 years of headline domination and yet the space still looks big enough. Dr Besigye has been tormented quite often. There are times the media forgets about him and before you know it, he makes a comeback.
Dr Kiiza Besigye Continue reading “Of Men and their tormentors”
Patience does not mean sitting back waiting and complaining. It is the continuous pursuit towards the discovery of self and the endless search for answers.
We live at a time when words are so near our tongues. We easily speak without necessarily coming to conclusions of what we are supposed to say or even do.
Our fingers are so fast that they can type anything; a post or comment without analyzing the facts or any other details that can be involved.
This does not make us any better. It only kills us.
A case in point is that of Enid Mirembe. Enid is the force (fa behind the Rolex Festival that has left many people talking( read complaining, criticizing, defacing).
Enid Mirembe with the Minister for Tourism Continue reading “Forget about the rolex, think of Enid Mirembe”
Disclosure: This blog is written in English. Tell me where you stay and I will direct you to your stage in Paka Enkadde. For starters, Paka Enkadde is the old taxi park along Barton Street in the downtown of the Central Business District of Kampala. So to make my work easier, I will code mix the two terms to form Park Enkadde. You wonder why the … Continue reading Paaka Enkadde
