a little bit more about that colonial racism and Kampala…just a little bit



Benard Acema* whipped up quite the storm this week with his post The Racism Behind Kampala; most of the responses being the “What? How Could I Not Have Seen This Before?!” kind that satisfied the mind of a person who yearns for social change out of consciousness.

Some of the responses, though, ranged from those stating there could NOT have been racism in Uganda to others who claimed to have read all six thousand (6,000) words and taken away just one sentence in summary.

My favourite response came from Frank Morris Matovu, an Architect whose reaction was to calmly upload onto his Facebook wall more than ninety (90) pages of a 1955 book titled, ‘Town Planning In Uganda; A Brief Description Of The Efforts Made By Government To Control Development Of Urban Areas From 1915 to 1955‘, by Henry Kendall OBE, F.R.I.B.A., M.T.P.I, Director of Town Planning, Uganda.

Benard Acema’s…

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#UGblogweek Day 6: The dots connect backwards

#UGblogweek Day 6: The dots connect backwards

The late Steve Jobs, one of the great minds of our times said this.

Looking back from now it is easy to play down (downplay) or praise the not so beautiful and the pleasant memories of school life respectively. The tale of the hint will always favour the hunter, until the lion learns to speak.

Like a beautiful house, with a foundation of broken bricks and stones, the ugly matters too. These odd bits that made us stronger – the bullying, the loneliness, the failure.

And still, like that beautiful house, the tiled roof with glass panels, letting light in and visible as from afar, we can not stand sans foundation and walls.

Education (school) is that foundation.You may think agriculture taught you nothing, but the appreciation of nature and maximum use of resources was a life skill thus derived.

First forward and you design your own graphics, manage social media pages, train CEOs, invoice corporations and pitch to agencies and you believe crop rotation was a myth?

You sit in an accounting firm but have businesses on the side and you wonder how that is related to paddocking. 

Yes, Sundiata and Shaka Zulu mean nothing now, but see how much you remember. How you trained your brain and eyes to power scan – pick important information from a million tweets.

I end with a quote from the same great man. Not to settle, and when you arrive to  bless the broken roads that led you there (Rascal Flatts)

it’s not all luck



A few years ago I noticed that some young people kept telling me that I was “lucky” or had been “lucky” to have a job or whatever they perceived to be ‘okay’ aka ‘doing well’ (never wealthy or rich or successful).
The idea irritates me especially with the realisation that some people out there are relying on this so-called luck for their success at God-knows-what.
Well, it’s not all luck.
Of course, there is some luck involved in getting to where one gets to – whether successful, rich or even just happy. Even lottery winners have to spend a little bit of money buying the damn ticket, so there is some work that goes into winning.
In my case, I know there is some luck involved in getting me to where I am – I am lucky that…

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the return of term eggenda…or tamweggenda



Tamwegenda Student kavuyo from way before my time (Photo from http://www.kingscollections.org)

DO you remember, back in the day, a concept called “Term Eggenda” (pronounced ’Tamweggenda’)?

In my primary school days it referred to the very last day or night of the school term. It was a terrible time for some, and a terrific time for others.

That last day was euphoric, hysterical, and irrational just because the term was ending and everybody was going home – some for good, since they were changing schools or school levels or had been expelled, and others just for the break.

But that break, in those days, was long and disruptive for many reasons – since many of us left school and went long distances to our homes. Besides, we had neither phones (not even landlines, most of us) nor email, and were basically incommunicado till we got back during the next term.

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Help Burundi – Heal a nation


Just seen a young family on the bus enroute to to Nakivale because of the #BurundiCrisis.A rucksack and handbag the only property to show.

A baby in a thin shawl barely three months old – unable to speak any of our languages – only kinyarwanda and kirundi. To think that all it would have taken is the sacrifice of one man irks me to the bone – that sacrifice can still be made #NvaBurundi #burundi




The phrase Keep Quiet was trending on  Twitter (still is, for the most part) in Uganda, alongside #UgandaDecides , #UgandaDecided and #MuseveniDecides. While the three hash tags brought on more than enough heartbreaks, heartaches, disillusionment and delirium, Keep Quiet was alive. Bazanye went ahead and blogged about it too, and it was hilarious! It was what the kids today call LIT. Let me give you a little background; a tweep called the formidable, politically correct diplomat and Clap Back Queen Winnie Byanyima for being unavailable to take care of her spouse Kizza Besigye, who was then under house arrest. Her response came in two words; Keep Quiet! For those of you who are not acquainted with Winnie Byanyima, she is the Executive Director of Oxfam International and the wife to Uganda’s opposition leader and the one man who single-handedly gives the 30 year serving president a run for his…

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