Dreams of the Old.

He could have taken the car to work. But that meant sitting in traffic, and a huge slice out of his savings for the Multiplex parking fee. After all,  his retirement, or call it by its real name, retrenchment, loomed. At his advanced age, he’d never find anything meaningful to do. He sits on the…

Silent Night..

The night before you expect your life to change is usually the worst night to be awake. The night before exams start, the night before your dream wedding, the night before your big interview. The pressure and weight of expectations sits solidly upon your shoulders. It feels like the weight of the world is suddenly…

Rukungiri/Mbarara

As I prepared to set off for Rukungiri, I felt a shiver of anticipation, that familiar fear of the unknown, of mysteries and new experiences. Not being sure of where I was heading and what the journey held in store for me, I was scared and worried for my own safety and for the safety…

UCC

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…

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…

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.)