Dark Taxi Tales

Yesterday, at about 8pm, on my way home from church (yes I did go to church yesterday. No it wasn’t Prophet Mbonye’s church. Those of us who don’t have money for offertory were told to pray in this late evening service. My dear pastor doesn’t want to listen to our stories of hard life and shit. So we were preached to by the deputy assistant pastor. I think this guy is an intern pastor – training or volunteering as he builds his own church. His preaching was all oba how!? We were just about 20 congregants, mostly youth and two or three old women who looked like widows searching for husbands. If anyone wants an old wife, come to my church. We got plenty.)

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This country is not a kingdom. There will come a time when change will be inevitable. Those that won’t be ready for it will pay a heavy price. Those that won’t have prepared strategically for it will be left in the shadows. Those of us that anticipate it will live in the glory it will…

Taxi tales 2 (full)

Yesterday, at about 8pm, on my way home from church (yes I did go to church yesterday. No it wasn’t Prophet Mbonye’s church. Those of us who don’t have money for offertory were told to pray in this late evening service. My dear pastor doesn’t want to listen to our stories of hard life and…

Taxi Tales 2

Yesterday, at about 8pm, on my way home from church (yes I did go to church yesterday. No it wasn’t Prophet Mbonye’s church even tho I had received an invitation. {Picture attached} Those of us who don’t have money for offertory were told to pray in this late evening service. My dear pastor doesn’t want…

Parliamentary shenanigans

Our MPs were manhandled, beaten like chicken thieves and thrown out of our August House. All we did was watch on in the comfort of our homes, glued to TV sets and old radios. We watched in silence as Tumwebaze and various Ministers commanded our attention and lectured us about this “noble cause” of amending…

The Wait

She was the babe everyone wanted to date in high school. She was the “slay queen” of the time. Every horny guy wanted a piece of her. We all wanted to be seen talking to her. Somehow, being seen in conversation with her suddenly elevated your social standing at school. A few minutes jazz with…

Alternate Poems

He wants to be a writer. He knows wanting to be a writer is not the same as being a writer. He sits in front of the laptop every morning before the birds have begun singing, before the sense of duty comes to distract him. But he always ends up posting, commenting and arguing on…

Environment concerns

A few days ago, a distant relative invited me to our ancestral village in Pallisa district right on the shores of the Lake Kyoga. Our little village is known as Gogonyo Opeta. We arrived late in the evening, about seven pm, just as the last rays of the sun disappeared over the horizon. The place…

Party

I met her at a friend’s birthday party. She wasn’t elegantly dressed. Just a crop top and pants to match. Nothing out of the ordinary or meant to draw undue attention towards herself. Nonetheless, she had my full attention and some. I wore my Sunday best: fitting black shirt and jeans. I’d failed to locate…

Drama

She doesn’t want your drama. She’s fed up of your games. She’s heard your lies so many times before. Lies from a thousand boys. Boys barely men. A million lies in just 25 years. Don’t tell her that you love her. She knows it’s a lie. She can see through you now. Oh yes she…

Taxi

The taxi conductor stuck his head out screaming at the top of his voice: “Kamwokya Ntinda Kamwokya Ntinda lukumi lukumi”. The driver continuously hooted, amplifying the noise around us and raising our tempers. We’d been at the stage for over half an hour already, waiting for non-existent passengers to show up. The traffic jam was…

Jinja Adventures

I met her in Jinja, the adrenaline capital of East Africa. A big town with a gorgeous natural setting and some wonderful, crumbling colonial architecture (Jinja town as described by an American Travel website). We met on the banks of the River Nile, at that wonderful little place called “The source of the Nile”. I’d…