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 … Continue reading Writing Again, Pointlessly Too!
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 with strength, agility and have potent results to show. My first … Continue reading The Pursuit Of Truth; A Continuing Journey
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-quarters of my due leave which was well into half … Continue reading Take Some Time Off, Just Do It
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 fuel you’ve asked for, the rest is forgettable or downright … Continue reading Skip Migeera, Always!
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 creep up to the … Continue reading Phew, I Was Out Of The City
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 reaped the fruits of their … Continue reading I Have Crossed To KCCA FC – In the Interim
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” Joel, the guy who’d stood up, … Continue reading An Island Of Emprise
"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 expected nature in which a blogger has sought to malign and … Continue reading Setting The Record Straight; On Anisha & Gimmicks
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 Kasangati road to his home. The police throughout … Continue reading The 50th Arrest; Part III
Kiira Road Police was a colonial station. It stood on old walls that had long been washed down in dirt and writings. A plucked out seat from an old matatu welcomed you to it’s reception that was often manned by junior officers who sat behind a grey paint table littered with many books of … Continue reading The 50th Arrest; Part II