It would’ve been easy for me to throw a die and choose any local brands I feel are doing the most in my country. But, in doing my regular job, I work for a firm that’s impartial, the kind of firm that shouldn’t show sides on which brands or organizations they feel are the best…
Day #24: Views on Racism and LGBTQI
I shouldn’t have signed up for today’s writing prompt. This should’ve been one of those days when I say, pass, and I look the other end. It’s a topic that’s tangents away from my alley, something I’m not comfortable with. It makes me shiver. I’m scratching the beards on my right cheek. I feel cornered….
Day #23: Some Facts and Lots of Fiction
Fact Uganda had eight presidents between 9 October 1962 and 26 January 1986. With eight years under his belt, General Idi Amin was the longest consecutive serving president at that time. General Bazilio Olara-Okello was president for two days. There’s been only one man at the helm after those eight presidents. I don’t have to…
Day #22: A Monster They Didn’t Mention
It doesn’t have a name in my local language. If it does, I’ve never heard it. It’s nameless. It has no smell. Like air, it’s invisible. What is it? Did our ancestors suffer from it? Did they know it existed? Could they identify it? Maybe they saw the signs but shoved it aside like it…
Day #21: Unpopular Opinions
Are you serious? Time heals all wounds? Who said that? It doesn’t work. I agree with my blogmate, Lila, who on one of her blog posts wrote, “Anyone who has suffered loss will tell you grief never goes away.” You can find it on this post from her blog, The Write Edition. If violence is…
Day #20: Five Books
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao – Junot Diaz In the end, what we really think is the end isn’t the end. Nothing ever comes to an end. It’s always a beginning. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao is an explosive work of literature. Riveting. Where else will you read eight hundred and…
Day #19: Ritual Sacrifice is Criminal
Warning: Some aspects of this story might be distressing for some people to read. It happened nine years ago. I saw a group of builders sprinkling the blood of chicken at a construction site. They were going to build a student’s hostel on that plot. One man in a t-shirt held a chicken by its…
Day #18: My Culture of Eating Fish
I’m Jonam. We are a small tribe along the banks of river Nile in North Western Uganda. And we love our fish the way women love their make-up. If fish was marriage material, we would marry it and live with it for eternity. Fish is like our middle name. It’s stuck with us. It’s on…
Day #17: Tour the Pearl
Down the toes of Uganda, at the south-western part of the country lives a community of hunters, gatherers and honey harvesters. This is a community of warriors, people who, if you mess with them, can scare the life out of your skin by the mere look on their faces. They are forest people, unscathed by…
Day #16: Cerebral Palsy? What’s that?
One: My brother and I walk up the steps that lead to the entrance of our church. We get in and sit on a pew that has two people. When they see him and notice he’s not like any of them, they leave the seat and move somewhere else. No one else sits next to…