Writing Again, Pointlessly Too!

Writing Again, Pointlessly Too!

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, those days, I wrote for a news agency. We had fancy offices on the quiet Mawanda road. Have you met a quiet place in the middle of the city centre? Mawanda road is that place. Our office was a well-built 1990’s home. The landlady, when we got there, told us it used to be an ambassador’s residence. Then it all made sense. Ambassadors don’t require noise. They are pre-occupied thinking about big diplomatic things. Like what would happen if North Korea bombed the United States? What is the status of trade relations between Russia and Kosovo?

I once interviewed the ambassador of an African Islamic country at his residence in Kololo. It’s also a quiet place – in case you were wondering. He had an ivory-made smoke pipe that was loaded with shisha. He kept puffing smokeballs into the air and riddling us on 1970’s history of Mengistu. And how his country had been ready to fight them then.

You see, Jimmy Carter called us to stop escalating the war” he name-dropped. I kept staring both at the smokeballs in the air and his protruding pot-belly. “And I told my President, these Americans, they should concentrate on fighting Cuba” he added.

All this time, I kept scribbling down in my reporters’ notebook. And drawing cartoons when he got boring. Then, he gave me my byte. A byte is something important in the news world. It is the marijuana in a joint. The bullet in a gun. The button on a jacket.
“We won’t hesitate to go to war with Uganda” the byte went.

I’m not sure I heard anything after that but I was hoping to rush back to the newsroom and write. I would splash a big headline – ‘[Insert Country Here] READY FOR WAR – AMBASSADOR.

I just couldn’t wait to write the story. But that was when I was still good at writing.

Now I suffer what people call a ‘writers’ block’. Its constipation but of words for writers. It is like peacetime for soldiers. You’re all of a sudden ‘useless’. You spend days planning the next battle that won’t come. I stare at skies from expensive restaurants and draw a gaze of the whole city. Then I think about writing about the moments using big words like ‘behemoth’. But that is all. I hardly write them.

Now I am trying to find my muse, again!

I’m gearing for a battle of a blog a week. That’s like world war III but fought by a tired veteran from the 1st world war. The shooting is rickety; the guns have that croaky sound of rust pipe, there’s every likelihood that all targets will be missed. But what’s life without rebirth?

These, dear friends, are my battles at overcoming writer’s block.


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And this is a photo by Stuart. Google Him. @stuart_tibs on the gram. I don’t know what exactly it adds to the story but they say photos are good additions. I don’t even take alcohol, can you imagine? And my heart? Ah! that stripe of breaking is bigger, I’m sure. The camera can go hang. It’s like the L.V initials in the Monalisa painting [I bet you didn’t know that]. Don’t even google.
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  • I can relate. To writer’s block specifically. But Bazanye says it doesn’t exist. He says we just have to write and keep writing. And since he’s a great writer I want to believe him.

    Been struggling with my writing too so I closed the old blog and started a new one here and on Medium. Fresh beginnings are good, consistency is great. Thanks for writing!

  • This is so dope.
    I can relate but I can’t write about it as well as you.
    Well done.
    Welcome back.
    Hope it lasts this time.
    Even if it doesn’t, at least word constipation didn’t win today.

  • The struggle is real for most of us, i can relate so take it one step at a time you will eventually get the hang of it, baby steps i have been told.

    Nice word play there and this is what i personally have missed, looking forward to more of your writings good sir.

  • Writers block…….that thing I personally think it is brought about by not having a writing lane, today writers tend to write about everything and get stuck on the way.

    I also think there is a thin line between diplomacy and war, that’s why war is made in the security council, which is made up of career ambassadors.

  • Banaye!
    I have to say that although you are in a writers rut you beautifully expressed it.

    Topics you could write about: biographies of people with pure hearts in Uganda who are leaving this world without a mark. They leave a mark on me but I’m afraid not many end up knowing that auntie who back in the day taught at Makerere University and is now rotting away because of our economy. That uncle who tells such absurd jokes when deep down he can tell you in his own way a philosophical thought that can leave you pondering all year long. The elites who are invisible, write about them.

    You see, as much as Ugandans know their story, we have yet to share it and as a writer I have to say it’s your obligation to write it. I said it. You! I don’t care I have given you this responsibility. Who else will?


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