Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Still Proudly Ugandan!!

It has come to my attention that there are afew obvious but unique ways you can know for a fact that some one is a proper Ugandan. These character traits are not genetic or anything like that,but if you are born and raised in Uganda,somehow,you will find yourself agreeing with most of these points;

1. (The most obvious one I would say) We love to party.
Partying solves everything. If youre stressed out,you hit the club. If youre happy,you throw a party. When you're overwhelmed by debt,you go to the beach. When there's an earthquake,you organise an 'earthquake party'. If you hear of a shinding in Jinja,and have only shs2,000 in your wallet,you borrow the money or start the trekk. God forbid that a birthday should come and go without some sort of celebration!! Be it January or December,sunshine or rain,wether there is a Global disaster going on,in Uganda,the party continues.

2. Never do things on your own.
You want to go shopping,call up a friend. If you have a job interview,someone must come along for moral support. Wether you're going to the barbers or to the market,to a wedding (where the card only admits one) or a funeral, be it a house-warming or a Baptism or just a day you want to take off work and just stay home chilling,you have to go through your contacts and call every appropriate person until you find someone to do it with you.

3. We do not complain. (Not enough to be heard anyway)
Ugandans adjust to new situations very quickly and a tad bit quietly. No one will want to be the one that starts a protest or anything of the sort. If food prices go up,you find a way. If your wife is cheating on you and you find out,you deal with it quietly. If your leaders are robbing you in broad day light,you make jokes about it on the internet. When your boyfriend comes home later and later everyday,you get another for the day-time. If your parents reduce your allowance,there is a sudden increase in all your prices of your 'necessities'. Rather than confront the situation,we would rather find a way to deal with it.

4. We are the best at keeping up appearances.
I once heard somewhere that people buy things they don't like with money they don't have to impress others that don't really care-Ugandans in a nutshell. Our houses are getting bigger,our cars more flashy,our clothes are all imported and even beggars have I-phones. You would never tell what's really going on in someone's life unless you actually know what's going on in someone's life. That's all I'm saying.

5. We love our food.
Thank God we are blessed with lots to choose from. We definately want to have our cake and eat it too,we can always go to the gym after. Ugandans like to eat,good food especially. Its almost compulsory to have three meals a day,basic structure being 'food' and 'sauce'. Its how we get over stuff, its how we socialise and make new friends, its how you make a guest feel welcome in a home and its how you know you're working hard.

6. Last but not least,you welcome everyone.
You've heard How Ugandans are known to excel at hospitality and being friendly,its true. Wether I know you or not,I'm not going to stop you from attending my drink-up or wedding. No!! Infact,ill let you,a total stranger ride with us to the club for the after-party and then crush at my house for the night. Yes,we are trusting like that. You will never hear that so and so was ignored or locked out because nobody knew him. If you're my friend's friend,then you're my friend too:we can deal with the introductions later!

I couldn't exhaust the points even if I tried. We are who we are,with all our positives and negatives. Regardless,I'm still proud to be Ugandan.

Monday, 25 November 2013


All I do is smile. And laugh. And dance.


There’s only you.

It’s us against the world. There’s only us at the end of the day. Just you and me. I see your face and I’m lost for words. I have to take a second and take you all in.

My love.

All mine.

What is this feeling? A joy so intense that it makes me choke up and leaves me speechless. You have made me so happy. You are everything and more. I wouldn’t change anything about you. So amazing, and kind, and generous, so real and mature.

So beautiful.

The way you love me; it’s like nothing I’ve known before. I want it all to myself, and yet I want the whole world to know what I’ve found. I want to show you off, and yet I don’t want to share you. I smile when I think of you. And even as I write this, tears flood my key board.

What is this feeling??? Does everyone else feel this or is it just me? If they do, how do they manage to control themselves?

I want to hold you so tight, squeeze you so tight till there’s no space left between us, till you are a part of me. And we are one. You’ve showed me what it is to fully trust. To fully belong. To be fully comfortable. I couldn’t keep you out even if I tried. No holding back, no defenses. You see me as I am, even the deepest darkest ugly corners, and still you look at me like I am the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.

I will never get enough of you. I will never stop wanting to look at you, and be with you, and have you by my side. I will never tire of holding your hand, or laying my head on your shoulder, or holding you. I will never stop wanting to call you first, or stop sharing private jokes. I will never get tired of the way you smell or feel.  
You make me so happy.  Your face, your eyes, your fingers, your hands, your lips…your lips. When we kiss, the world stops moving. Everything goes silent. Everything freezes. It’s like it’s just us, just you me left on earth. Nothing moves. Everything is on stand still. My brain is suddenly vacant, like a room that was quickly exited and nothing was left in it. I can’t think. All I can do is look at you, and wait for the earth to come alive again. But even when it does, it’s not the same. Because I know something everyone else doesn’t know.

I will be with you. I will stand with you, stand by you, stand for you, and stand beside and behind you always. I will laugh with you, and cry with you, dance with you and sing with you, make you happy, make you mad, build you and challenge you. I will grow up with you, and grow old with you, and grow bigger and stronger with you.  I will hold you close, and fight with you when I’m angry, and forgive you when I’m calmed, and support you always. I will never shut you out, or change. I will accept you, and admire you and always look at you like I did the first time. I will never leave you.

It’ll always be you and me, just us, always.

Wednesday, 20 November 2013


'Everything will be ok in the end. If it's not yet ok, then it's not yet the end.'

There's nothing that makes you feel worse than the realisation that you have failed. It doesn't matter how difficult or simple the task was,it doesn't matter how many times you've failed before,the sting will always be as sharp and as painful as if it were your first failure. It's especially pronounced when there is a way what went wrong could have been prevented in the first place,or if it is entirely your fault,and yours only.

I wish I could say that over the years the impact of the sting of failure as it's teeth penetrate even your strongest deepest guard-walls will become less painful. I,however cannot do that,because it is not true. Its always going to hurt when you fail.

There is a silver lining to this dark cloud though; the duration of the pain gets shorter and shorter as you mature. Yes,it actually does. With time,if you are keen about it,you will learn how to forgive yourself faster and how to accept it as a lesson well taught. You will (hopefully) learn how to pick yourself up quicker and quicker everytime you fall because it will dawn on you (hopefully) that everyone falls,and all that matters is that everytime you fall,you get up,dust yourself off and try again. So you will start to view mistakes as the stepping stones they are to becoming a better bigger you,as a way to get one step closer to fulfilling your purpose in this mysterious fore-planned cycle that is your life.  And if you find yourself in the same messy situation a second time round,then there's a bit of the lesson you missed the first time. A friend of mine is always saying that God is in the business of giving retakes [think more second chances than double portion of trouble ;) ]

I know I say it a lot,but I mean it each time I do just as much as the time before:Never stop. Never give up. No matter what. 

Tuesday, 12 November 2013


This is a happy post.

Imagine you’re the kind of person that rarely gets put down; Happy-go-lucky and always looking on the happier side of life.  You have hard days but your optimism always gets you through them someway or somehow, everyone comes to you when they are looking for a smiling face…until this thing happens.
It could be a person or a circumstance or a season or anything really under the sun or above, but something that just won’t go away. It’s like it has been sent to prove to you and the world at large that you’re not really who you think you are or claim to be. It lasts longer than it should, requires you to work way harder than you should, drains your effort till even “even a chicken could kill you if it wanted”, it discourages you more than you have ever been discouraged, and just smothers all the light in you, till the darkness is so intense you can’t see straight. You suffocate and start to doubt your very own beliefs.


Don’t try too hard.

The thing about life is that it’s not only a leveling ground but an incorruptible sieve. Things like this can only last for so long. And someone can only fake something for some long. Some things, you’re just born with, you either got it or you don’t, and try as hard as you might to gain or lose it, it’s either  yours or it isn’t. Many phonies will come, but they’ll also go. You’re not one of those (and if you are, then this post ain’t for youJ), but you’re here for the long haul mate! So dear person with the real deal; the genuine goods; the ‘IT’ factor, sit back, relax and watch as life plays itself out. It’s bigger than any of us. Be sure to enjoy yourself while you’re at it too, cos in the end, what’s meant to be will be.