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Stop saying shit about Winnie Mandela

Stop saying shit about Winnie Mandela. You know how Ugandans think that gay people are paid to be gay so that they promote the whole homosexual kingdom and take over? Well, I wonder why they don’t think that some people are also paid to promote chauvinism especially through religion! It makes more sense. And this is what I kept thinking as I leafed through Josephine Namukisa’s book, “The Warring Princess”. Recently, a friend gave me this book to read.   It’s a religious book and I was hesitant to read it but she needed my opinion and I agreed to. She warned me though and said “I get the feeling she thinks the ultimate job of a woman is to nurture children, but perhaps I misunderstood her and you grew up a Christian so maybe you’ll interpret it differently”. I’m cautious around religion nowadays, but it wouldn’t hurt to check it out and see what people are saying out there about human existence. It’s usually just speculation, anyways. So I took the book. It’s pretty small, a

Reflections of a Ugandan labourer.

Reflections of a Ugandan labourer. Working in Uganda is like being a teenager, in Uganda.   I’ve been a working Ugandan for about four years now, and the things I’ve met make me wonder if I really want to stay here and work here. First, I’ve met the Ugandan colleagues and bosses, who have absolutely no respect for time, or for quality delivery. On my first job, one of my bosses accused me of being too strict. She said, “You can’t come here thinking the ideals you studied in school will be achieved. This is reality, and people don’t always do what they’re supposed to do. Learn to live with it.” I was fresh from university, and many people said I needed a few years and I would be like everybody else, and abandon my impatience with slow paces, and join the clique. It’s been four years now, I still don’t understand why we agree to do one thing in a given time frame, and then take our time to reach there. Nobody cares, you see, as long as something is done, in the end. This is not

Nkubira Engalo

Nze mwana,  gwe,  gwolinyako Atunda kalonda yena Nze alondalonda ebyuma ku kkubo-  nembitunda Nga nsubbira olunaku lulikya nokiraba Mbu nange ngezezako Naye notakikola Nze mukazi atoba n'abaana kumi na babiri Omuddu,  omukomba bokisi Era nga nze mukazi awaka Nga nindirira ongambe mbu nawe,  okiraba sibyangu Oba nti otegeera okwewayo kwange Naye notakilola Nze musajja akeera mu mambya Nenkomawo mu matumbi g'ekiro Nga nfuba nyo okulabirira gwe n'abaana bo Okukakana Nga ogenze nga simanyi na kyenteganira Nga nsubira osanga onategeera obulumi bwange Naye notakilola Kati ngenda kuva wano Ngende eyo gyebatammanyi Nziruke embiro paka lwendisanga ewaka Awaka wenin'okubeera Obulumi bwange gyebuligabanibwa Eyo ebimuli gyebiyimbira Abawala gyebazanyira mu nkuba Kati ngenda kuva wano Ngende eyo gyebatammanyi Ekifo gyebanankubira engalo It's not because I think I'm better than you- no Not because I think that I deserve more Oh no It's just