Monthly Archives: June 2014

Tell the Karamoja story right


Simon Peter Longoli, Moroto

It is actually multifaceted. Tell the right Karamoja story, and tell it right.
Uganda’s storytelling about post conflict Karamoja remains negative, steeped in stereotype and biased. Every day, Ugandan media treats audiences and readers to the same single story. When it tells a positive story, there is usually a non-Karimojong hero to it, for example the Ministers of Karamoja affairs. People, like children are impressionable in the face of a single story.
It does not occur to the rest of Uganda that anything good can come from Karamoja. It is always a story of a primitive people helpless in the face of climate change unknowledgeable of any way to survive.
In this single story, there is no possibility of Karimojong being better than anything but self pity.
They think Karamoja is a place of beautiful landscapes and incomprehensible people who have fought senseless wars amongst themselves…

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Many times i have promised myself to be a better person that before. I have laid down strategies to be there but still fail. At one point, I had  promised to update my blog thrice a week only to realise that for a fortnight, not a word has  dropped by. I sag in regret! 

There are many things that we set for ourselves in the name of resolutions but half way the journey when all excitement is dead, we lose interest and give up. Recently, while interviewing a lady who has had a battle with  diabetes, she told me that for her to keep her glucose levels low, she needed to take water often. it had to be warm water because it comes with a number of benefits. She got fed up. But because she had either to keep diabetic or be better, she chose the water. She bought a number of water bottles  to keep her moving. In her car, office and handbag always there was a bottle of water. this is what kept her moving. Today, she has registered positive results.

At a point when we are mid year and all companies and institutions are in the budget fever, may be our aspirations should be awakened. We should get busier with ourselves and cause a change before this year slips through our hands in our sight. 

May be I need to get blogging the more, then blog for other companies and as well build not only their brand but also mine as well. We are destined to  be somewhere. I have offered myself to learn more and more. Have the best of luck in the second leg of this year.

Standing on the Platform

If it were to be like then, then it would not be nice. There is always a story left untold, that is, if not unsought. When you trace the changes that have come along with the past decade, there is a lot to tell. It registers a quick shift from the passionate scribbling of faked affections in the name of letter writing to sending a DM. 

We all have stories to tell, pictures to paint and words to write. Ten years ago, people resented and dreaded writing. In my school, it were those students of Literature that did those things. The rest of us watched and followed from the rare. But that was then. I confess, at a certain point in my secondary  school, I was bitten by the writing bug and I wrote her a letter, whatever happened to it, the Post’s man knows. There is a lot to ask about the post office. Where are those guys?

We have moved on and re-branded communication. Communication is easier than it were any time back. We live nearer than borders since the world sits in our palms. We sit worshiping our small gods in a dedicated service of connectivity. As we tweet, facebook, whatsapp, and do all those reach outs, one thing remains; the thread of “conversationeering.” 

We have more friends than ever thought to have. We have more friends than we ever need to have. And we have more friends than there is need to have. Out of a thread of about 100 friends, only 25 are knitted together. Depending on what you use social media for, it is a very good venture that shall forever be a recount of this decade. We are the “social mediacts.” If there is anything to be forgotten, let it be remembered that we gave paper a hard time. If there is history to be reversed, let it be written; we taught our seniors how to use gadgets. This is the people we are. The ones who sumarised  the world in the palms of their hands. 

We have decided to meet and see our faces; meeting one on one. This is what we are going to be doing on the 28th June 2014, at the HiveCOLab. We shall be meeting for the Social Media Day, the first of its kind in Kampala. That evening at 1600hrs, we shall be there. 

If anything be forgotten, let the date be saved.


Sleep of the Nation Address

The state of our Nation is appalling
The sleep of of our nation is alarming
as the endeavors of speech making get assailing
The hey of the desert rolls with the rustic eruptions at the struck of a march
The sleep of the nation burns like there is no need for life any more
When the word begins and the point sinks, the head swings.
When the emphasis is made and caution raised, the the cushion drops.

At the notice of the achievement, and these is need for acknowledgement,
The lousy applause raises the falling Lords
The sleep of our nation is not as attractive
It is just that the venue for the occasion is to blame

When the tired Retired retires not in a tired chair,
there is cause for amazement.
When the water bottles have made zealous efforts to redeem the work in progress
And the gum has been chewed to becoming plastic,
Blame it on them not the consumer.

Sessions held at the peak season of the day are for the head to absorb not the Stomach.

As the competition between Fresh air and the air conditioner tenses up,
Blame the suits that fail at weather forecast.

If only I could say its the speaker
If only I could say its the endless speech
If only i could daringly say it is the repeated re-currying rhymes
I f only I could blame the routine of the events.
That I can’t
I will sit to watch the state of our Nation
As we progress in the sleep of the nation undress.