Monthly Archives: September 2016

Comfortable, my behind

Sure. Many times we keep quiet on things that we only afford to gossip about when all the damage has been done.

Published in the Daily Monitor: http://www.monitor.co.ug

I’d like to start off by saying this only happened to me once, and that does not mean ‘Comfort’ brandedbuses are to be distrusted. But ain’t no way I’m ever getting on one again.

I was travelling to the North and a friend said they’re the BEST buses to take. Humph. Ruhange wange, what was to happen to me.

You know how you can tell a driver is a buffoon who does not care about the souls he’s carrying on board? This driver was such a buffoon. I begun to suspect this buffoonery when he told me to ‘move over’ to make way for an extra passenger or two.

“On a long distance journey?”, I gaped at him. “You want to squeeze people on a long distance journey?”

Nawe, take away your kajanja!”, the other passengers protested. “We want to…

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Of Men and their tormentors

The media in Kampala has always been awash with threatening headlines that usually never live beyond a fortnight. The competition is so high that once a headline has been kicked out, it struggles to make a come back. To many, they never achieve this. The bakers of these cakes are those (in most cases) little known journalists who get overshadowed by the works of their mighty hands. The formation process of these stories is usually knitted between two warring parties.

What on earth would have given Dr Kiiza Besigye a ride to fame if it were not for HE YK Museveni? It has taken them 15 years of headline domination and yet the space still looks big enough. Dr Besigye has been tormented quite often. There are times the media forgets about him and before you know it, he makes a comeback.

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Forget about the rolex, think of Enid Mirembe

Patience does not mean sitting back waiting and complaining. It is the continuous pursuit towards the discovery of self and the endless search for answers.

We live at a time when words are so near our tongues. We easily speak without necessarily coming to conclusions of what we are supposed to say or even do.

Our fingers are so fast that they can type anything; a post or comment without analyzing the facts or any other details that can be involved.

This does not make us any better. It only kills us.

A case in point is that of Enid Mirembe. Enid is the force (fa behind the Rolex Festival that has left many people talking( read complaining, criticizing, defacing).

enidEnid Mirembe with the Minister for Tourism  Continue reading