I used to be the guy words came to easily. Like water flowing off a leaf; words just occurred to me. I’d sleep – wake up and type nearly 500 words without any pointless meandering. It was, partly, because my job required writing. You see...
The 1st of October marked exactly two years since I joined the amazing family at NTV- Uganda. My core role at the station has been delivering quality investigations and special features that give context to the news. It is a duty I have executed...
I’d grossly underestimated how much I needed time off until I actually got it. Two weeks ago, after four years of working from one headline to another, I took time off – they call it annual leave in the working world. I was granted atleast three...
On the road to Arua, there’s a small town called Migeera. It Is so inconsequential that the name itself means nothing. (If there is, I wouldn’t want to know). Okay, besides having a fuel station with pump attendants that add an extra zero to the...
Every so often, I get fed up of our city – Kampala, that is. I loathe it’s traffic jams. I hate the bad roads, especially the one to my home now. I hate that only a few of our streets are lit. I still have the basic fear that someone will...
I don’t think I can describe how my weekend was in a word. It was good on Saturday – extremely exciting. I got to watch KCCA, a team I don’t support, lift the league. Despite being an SC Villa Fan for a decade, I was happy a deserving team had...
There was a momentary pause from when he left his seat to pick a paper. The laughing in jest was muffled and eyes cast on him. A small fire burned out three fat logs of wood warming a small circle that had gathered around it. “This will be hard”...
Alex Kinyi’s feet were charred in dust, locked under three-strap brown flats whose sole had borne the marks of a long journey walked. The sun pelted hard onto his pronounced cheekbones balancing out his shade-black skin with the browning white shirt...
“You will know them by their fruits. Grapes are not gathered from thorn bushes nor figs from thistles, are they?” That is Matthew 7: 16. I find this a verse I should quote to clear the air about the callous, indiscreet, foolhardy but rather...
Besigye’s home in Kasangati sat on about two acres. It was shrouded in leafy gardens that sprouted out of a neat grass compound. Orange and guava trees shyly peered out of the far end of it. A brown dirt road that cut through farms branched off the...
