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Confronting mortality, embracing humanity


This could have been the last thing I ever saw! And this near death experience had me shaking like a leaf over an hour later.
The road was clear on both sides an occasional car whizzing by as I steadied my phone to capture the gathering rain clouds to my right and the red sunset sky opposite me.

Nearby a young man sang out the price of his Matooke.

Four quick bursts and I was ready to take another shot of the setting sun, when from the corner of my eye I saw a tipper truck, Dyna, come hurtling towards us as we stood on the opposite side of the road. Brakes screeched and the skid marks were temporarily ablaze as the smell of burnt rubber wafted towards us together with this monstrous vehicle.
It veered to the wrong side of the road, careening as if to topple over in the middle of the road.

For a moment it was on two wheels, as if held by an invisible wire, and then landed unsteadily onto all four narrowly missing a school bus full of Mukono Nursery school children, jumping the keen and coming to an abrupt halt less than a metre away from the bumper of the Toyota Hiace Supercustom on the other side. The Matooke merchant and everyone nearby scattered as fast as their legs could carry them, away from the now stationary vehicle.

Three visibly shaken youth jumped out of the co-drivers door, the truck belching blankets of black smoke as if the driver had slumped in his seat with his feet on both the accelerator and brake.

I was transfixed! Alone on the kerb as everyone seemed to have magically found refuge about 5 metres behind me.
Clumsily he reversed into the road, where all the traffic had stood still and drove in the same manner, taking a right turn further ahead, it’s former passengers melting into the growing crowd.
“Emmere ya bwerere” (The Matooke is free!), the young man began to chant again, perhaps grateful for his spared life.

The ensuing conversation retold the tale and speculated on the cause as I gathered my wits and embarked on my journey home.

Pensive, silent and re-living that moment in my mind, unable to brush away the vividness.
1. We need to have a conversation on the state of mental health in this nation. The precursors, the causes and effects and the general management of #MentalHealthUG
2. Youth unemployment in Uganda is a disaster waiting to happen. Drug use is rampant and this leads back to my suggestion on mental health.

Hashtag? #YouthUnemploymentUG
3. Whereas there is a need for Motor Vehicle inspection we need to be candid on SGS and the unanswered questions around it.

Empowering the department of motor vehicles of the Uganda Police or equipping the Ministry of Works divisions in every district to be able to do this would seem like a better option.

For now it seems only cars entering and leaving Kampala will be inspected which is suspect to say the least.

And there’s the JEVIC inspection on purchase to talk about.
4. Stay woke, be alert, love one another.

Be kind and polite. Say hello to your neighbours.

For you know not the day nor the hour.

Communicate because we live in a world where technology has enabled us to be connected and yet lonely and alone.

As we harness the shifts in our generation let us not lose our core, our humanity.

Where is the Uganda Communications Commission?

Where is the Uganda Communications Commission?

I have been on the inside, I know what they do. Several harried individuals keeping the commission on its feet. But for the average Uganda we  see nothing..

From digital migration back to SIM registration, it looks like the UCC can’t do anything right.

Cut them some slack.. They need more capacity, more time! 

Hilda will hear nothing of it.Her number of 7 years went missing and on arrival at Airtel, it belongs to someone else. HOW?!

I purchased a personalized number – preffered, MTN likes to call it – 832669 (DANNY) to match the other that I possess. On trying to retrieve my number,the call records are mine, and now  it is registered to a Unia. And I have to go to Headoffice who say I can’t get it back without the registration forms (that I filled and left with the agent)

Six months down the road, a second phase of registration, Unia has never used my number and the agent says it is back on the street, to be sold to someone else, BECAUSE IT HASNT BEEN ISED IN 6 MONTHS. HOW?

Can I buy it back? We don’t know which shop it is in!

Can I get a SIM and choose it as my preffered number? No!

Kati nkoleki?

The challenge is you customers lose the slip of paper that you were given, the SIM Packs – even for National IDs.

But I gave you my photo, my thumbprint and my details, where is your copy?!

I hope Richard gets it right at NSSF at least he can show the jokers the way – Kudos NSSF on 30 years (not of bananas)

But I want my number back

A not so Christmas story

A not so Christmas story

Haku drew his blanket around himself, placing his sack of belongings below his head. He punched at shoved it till it felt just right.

With a sigh he drew the blanket up to his chin in the makeshift shelter he had built on the grazing land. It was temporary and so he could not take much Liberty in its finishing. Except it allowed him a good view of the cattle and the night sky.

“Kenyana is rather beautiful” he thought quietly “but her father will probably require many cows, and not from a cowherd like me.”

He yawned loudly and rubbed his empty belly. This night promised to be cold, even rainy. Already he could make out only a couple of the stars, the rest dim and only visible when he stared hard.

He saw the three bright ones he had seen while he sang to her under the Jacaranda tree by the well. Her eyes seemed bright and she did smile quite often.
“She must like me – or at least she finds me amusing!”, he thought.
Next time he would have to find some new jokes, but when would the next time be.
She was always going to festivals with her folks, rarely did she come to the well, and when she did she did she always had a couple of other girls with her.
Today was different all the luck was on his side and all he could do was sing. He felt foolish now but there wasn’t much he could do.

Kenyana was a diamond, a gem! And he fell asleep with the thought in mind, images of her giggling happily in his dreams and a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

He didn’t hear the caravan of camels walk past or the bright star gliding steadily across the night sky.

But Haku was unexplainably warm and happy and would not awaken till the crack of dawn

One day I will write about this MESS…


That overtly friendly young man probably was the longest…

The new check-in, bloodied face and tubes sticking out…

The snoring attendant, groaning patient

The occasional fart,

That dude that doesn’t seem to shut his eyes

The blood, the pain, the occasional siren…

Barbary -ever so bubbly and helpful – yes she seals the occasional glance

That exciting meal at your lowest of appetites

The nurse in uniform – oh! That long suffering nurse

Lying in wait in the adjacent room for someone to say there is something wrong

Her replacement that comes in the morn,

Barking out orders expecting you know how

I could almost swear her battery operated device refused to work

The sweet doctor, the doc you would love to date, the elderly non-plussed and that newbie that wants to be heard not seen

Day one of God knows how many

Get well son… So I can fall asleep properly again



If music be the food of the soul, play on..

Lately I’ve been listenin to a lot more music… And thanks to Rick Dees I get a fine share of 40 good ones weekly! The rest are rock and other songs mainly off local radio or on whatever device is nearest me..

I love music!

..and now I notice how the song lyrics say things I want to, how the artistes seem to be singing about me

“i’m building me from the ground up”

“I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us”

…but they are only words, non? Or is there a message in the wind?


this green backed american currency that i b arely see or touch is causin me so much grief i could shoot someone!!!

so eons after we laughed at bazungu and bubbles and AON..Thanks to al jazeera-it finally comes to Africa…

was beginnin to believe that only occured with good things and technology..HIV and Ebola going against the gradient but clearly there’s always an exception to the why would the dollar affect my barber’s prices, the charcoal woman and the Obama chapati?(that i can understand seein the only thing American bein the name)

why would sugar, soap and fuel suddenly rise way before Col Qaddafi blows his wells or closes his taps?

so we are goin to ration at my rules!! whoever can not live by em should leave by em… abide or die!

Doodo for sauce..uneaten ugali we shall music, no visitors no sharing, no milk, no sugar, no salt….


so here i am eating rice and tomatoes(tomato sauce too expensive)…

if i do not pick your calls it isnt you..tis everyone

maybe i should let my debtors miss my creditors…besotinge!!

but this dollar! dollar bill!1 eeh???? 

who cares 1.0