Monthly Archives: August 2011

Rudely awakened

Here obsessing about the big lie. For a half-year period, I have been listening more to international news and liking it more and more. It is not full of new music from tin pot masqueraders, as we have in Uganda … Continue reading

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Sound of little feet, tinkling laughter

Stepping through the door, when I get back from work, is characterized by a funny ritual; hide-and-seek that is not really hide-and-seek. The Little Woman is conspicuously absent from the welcoming committee and I think I know where she’s hiding. … Continue reading

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Cissy Muwanga logs out

Cissy Muwanga has gone to be with her maker. She had an illustrious career entertaining the people of Uganda and being involved in the reinvention of contemporary TV. I count myself lucky for having gone out, at least once, to … Continue reading

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Lord of this ring no more

Four years going on five. That’s how long it’s been. Four years, almost five, of wearing a ring. Not any old ring, mind, but a wedding band. I need applause. I was never one for jewelry. I have hated the … Continue reading

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Chasing our tail

The president of Uganda has for ages cultivated an image as a wise economist who has more than just a few tricks up his sleeve on how to fix broken Uganda. True, he has allegedly served as an economics teacher … Continue reading

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Fish outta da water

I wonder what it must feel like to be away from home for the very first time in one’s life. What does it feel like to wake up from that first nap, after a tiring matatu ride from Entebbe to … Continue reading

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The higher they soar

Most of us have gone through the pain anguish of being blindsided. Not literally. Blindsided as in being given a good report about somebody only to find out, on meeting them, that they are just ijots. Kind of like meeting … Continue reading

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