Author Archives: Steven

About Steven

It wasn't me; arrest the voices. It was the voices in my head. Sike! I am Ugandan first. I care for development in my country. I am a curious observer second and I care to know what you think.

The Crypt

Living in a maze, one does not know what is real and what’s an illusion. The roads, windswept and trodden hundreds of times in the hot African sun; many hot African suns, are not clearly defined even at high noon. … Continue reading

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Random meetings

I work at different locations, and cities, in a week. My job requires me to drive to different stores often far from my home. I visit Fremont, CA twice a week. Now I love to travel. It gives me some … Continue reading

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A long history of violence

At the long┬átable with most members of his family, The Man thought how remarkable it was that history had persistently pushed its way into all their lives and caused sharp unavoidable turns. The many gray heads at different positions around … Continue reading

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A time to fight

What does it mean to be a creative in Uganda today? To ask this is the same as to ponder the implications of self expression in an ever-narrowing space. The detention of Makerere academic, Stella Nyanzi was watched with curiosity … Continue reading

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The Anti Christ wears a golden halo

“Donald Trump is the Anti Christ!” The woman screamed the words, as she woke up with a start. Her husband beside her stirred slowly awake. He did not know what the matter was, but he had been married to his … Continue reading

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Three little monsters

My girls are always thirsting for me when get back home from work, and they are always talking fast, non-stop. They realise there’s just too little time for us to interact. And the time is flying. I have to endure … Continue reading

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Back to the future

1938. Eastern Uganda. The lithe 30-year-old mother of five is stranded. She just cried her eyes out. She looks over at her children ranging from 10 to two years old,all sitting quietly. They are dazed. The mother suddenly stops sniffing. … Continue reading

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