This is a totally new experience for me again, well.. not totally new, but somewhat. I am doing some field trips for work and lucky enough for now, I have a big amount of spare time between trips to be a tourist in my country. It is not everyday that you can go east, west, north, south without any worries (read logistics) so I berrah maximize. And I know about the “go and see then come and tell” but I might forget so much; then I remembered this baby of mine, Karen’s. So like the title says, I am in Kasese.

This place is beautiful as I have already told Ninno countless times in one day…do not worry about who Ninno is, but he knows this place a million times better than I do, and maybe again not so much. I will find out. It’s just that it is funny how the people living around tourist attractions have no idea what there is. That is why I always quietly applaud my friend Gerard in Arua for always going on adventures in his own district because it is fascinating. Not many people have time, or the zeal for that matter. Infact he is the reason I am dying to go to Arua some day.

There’s something about mountains I can’t get over. Maybe because I am not living next to them everyday, but still…they’re beautiful. How they overlap each other, like one of them is peeking from behind the other’s back. How they stand in rows of pretty little sharp piles of earth. In my colleague’s words, “it is like someone got earth and was pouring it there in piles” it’s awesome.

I can only imagine the view from atop those hills.. Of the Rwenzori, lakes George and Edward, the Kazinga channel, queen Elizabeth, all in one glance. How wealthy can that opportunity be? A lot of you have probably seen all that, and maybe it is not a big deal anymore. But you have no idea the scores of people that could do so much to be in that moment… It not even a place anymore. It is a moment. A moment of beauty and silence, a moment of fresh air, more rocks and green, less pot-holed tarmac and posters of political candidates in full billboard-like pictures with their coats hooked on their fingers over their shoulders like they’re advertising suits. (I thought that was cool. Hehe).

How do I tell about Kasese and forget our way there? We drove past Fort Portal. See, some of these towns need to be transformed into cities… So the whole country can stop moving into Kampala and maybe we shall have an even distribution of population across the country. Infact, it is now that I can’t believe how congested the city is. You can hardly breath sometimes, because all you will get are exhaust fumes, traffic noise, and dust. You brush against people when you walk, and there’s a sea of matatus that create most of the havock.

Fort Portal left me awed. I kept staring. It is probably one, if not the cleanest towns in Uganda. I looked around for rubbish, but wah. I am told the mayor also takes part in cleaning first thing in the mornings. Eh mama. And there’s space enough to swing your arms when you walk, the buildings are in order and the homes too! You could think the lawns are cut with a pair of scissors; really neat beautiful grass, you would want to touch it. No sound of unnecessary noise. I saw a market and I could swear that if I walked through, no idling men would be grabbing and pulling my arms and hurling s**pid things.
I have yet to see some elephants on my way out tomorrow. And I know I have not yet seen breathtaking if I haven’t been to Kisoro and Kabale.

I am still telling. Just wait here.


Day 7!!!! #UgBlogWeek.

I couldn’t even find a title for this one. And all day, I didn’t know where to start. It is like I’m at the finish line, and I’m panting real hard, and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry or wrap my flag around my shoulders as the snapshots rain. I don’t know.

I just know that this was a challenge for me. Not like it was a challenge (read difficult), no. I mean I took it on as a blogging challenge although if I were a regular blogger I would just take it as an opportunity to explore my strengths. So yes, I said it. I am a newbie. I sucked some days, and some other days I sucked just a little. It wasn’t easy at all.
But I’m glad you guys put up with all of it.

Tonight I just wanted to be at the finish line and tell you I had a very daring week. Because otherwise, today my muse is on leave and I also want to reward myself by making a really short congratulatory post to myself. If I’d remembered earlier in the day, I’d get myself a muffin. It’s my feel good food.

I haven’t managed to read the other blog posts, but I have all week to read them, and I will most certainly share my favorites :-). Special thanks to the initiator of the blog week – bless your soul. They sort of woke me up. Thanks again to myself for taking on the challenge. It has been most beneficial to me than anyone else I could think of. Even i, didn’t know I could say (write) certain things. But there you have it. I did. Thanks to those that gave the comments. You have no idea how much you have contributed to the growth of this country just by doing that; I deeply appreciate!

I’ll be back, just maybe not everyday of the week. But I’m most definitely here to stay.
Thanks for hanging out, It’s been real.


Person of mine – Day 6

Dear Person of mine,

I was staring at you the other day. Your eyes shone like they were bedazzled with tiny little diamonds. They were lovingly bright, and yet strong and firm; I felt safer than Obama. And then you smiled. Your teeth were so perfect, I don’t think I want to smile ever again because I wouldn’t make any sense. But in that moment, you looked extraordinary.

I was transfixed. I could have stayed there, in that seat all my life but then we’d starve. So then we took a walk to find some good food, and you took my hand in yours; I thought the world should end already. What more did I want? Or rather need? No…I sure need a few more things, but I got all I wanted. And all i wanted was right there taking a firm grip of my little hand. You didn’t let my hand go when we had to walk either side of a huge manhole because I had absent mindedly decided to go the other side. I thought that was really sweet.

We found some good food, and even you, felt that those chairs were uncomfortably far from each other. The table was large. So you moved yours close to mine. Close enough for us to touch shoulders each time we laughed as we shared a pizza. I caught you staring a few times, with a little smirk on your lips and I didn’t want to ask what you were thinking because it was your moment, in your mind, and I wanted it kept there for you.

We got up and left to God knows where (at that time) because we just wanted to keep walking. You could not say that goodbyes and see you laters were not your best parts of our days, but I could see it. So I let you keep taking me to God knows where. And when one rugged man tried to grab my arm, you dangerously glared at him so hard it made me smile. When usually that situation would get me raging mad. You wanted to take the long way to my taxis because it just wasn’t the time to part yet. But part we did, and I sat next to the window and watched you wait for the taxi to set off. It finally did, and you kept looking, as we sped into the distance.

I love that you are who you are. I love that you are a person of mine.
Till I see you.

Yours to keep,
Person of yours.


See my life. – Day 5

These last two days – inclusive today- have been crazy busy for me, swamped up in workshops and not being able to tell the difference between the tea break and lunch break. I always mistook one for the other. I haven’t had a lot of time to myself; Yesterday though, I was this close to not writing day 4’s post in time, it got in a few minutes to midnight. By around this same time. Meaning, today is worse, because I am not even half way into my blog post and it will be midnight and day 6 in no time; I am therefore typing like a maniac and hoping to make it on time.
I don’t even know where to start from and I will not edit this post, so I will just get on to telling you some stuff about myself you garra know. Not that you have to, but well…what shall I write now??

So the best thing that happened to me the other day is not chocolate, sadly, but It’s that while I fumbled with all the paperwork in my desk, I had the C.S. Lewis song off Brooke Fraser’s 2007 Albertine album swim through my ear phones and straight to my heart. Hehe. Somewhere up there I sounded like a music freak, but waah. Don’t be decieved. The truth is i listen to alot of music, both common and random but mostly because I like the Lyrics. For me, the best part of listening to a song is when you can sing along.

I love music. But i have no favorites. I generally have no favorites. Not with music, food, books, sports, hang out activities, nothing. See my life, right?
Oh but colour! I have a favorite colour, but that is not yours to know, because I can’t have people look up my birthday and then come bearing gifts of the same color. (Haha i wish!) Everything i own looks almost the same already.

Geez, i keep swerving. I was telling you about my music. I don’t keep memory of it either. Not even most of the song titles. I will do my best to remember the singer, but not the title. Never.
Same goes for the books i read. I am basically a reader, but not the typical one…(you will find out why) lock me up in a prison with good books and I will beg for a life sentence. BUT, like the music, i never remember the titles of the books i read. Not even the authors. If i am lucky enough to remember, it is one or the other; never both. And I am glad to share two of my very classic authors that i can recall; Louisa May Alcott and Jack London. I feel so proud of myself at the moment, that i could manage just two.

Now you get it. I am not a major-anything freak. I like to try different things and adventure (like everybody calls it) apart from new foods. It is very good, nice and comfortable knowing my stomach will be just fine, so I get conservative on that front. I’d rather starve than have creams, purple leaves, and other colored substances for lunch. I hear they are healthy, but across seas, they are all GMOs. The chicken too. So is that still healthy? I am not educated on that part.

PS. It’s 10minutes to midnight. Onto Previewing and publishing! Phew!


Closed Door. – Day 4

It’s like a big mahogany door,
That shuts bang in your face
And says you can’t get in.
Sorry you have no pass key.

It deems you unworthy of the carpet
The woolen carpet there in
That your sore feet could rest upon.
A haven for your blistered soles.

So it drags you back to that darkness,
Of a dungeon devoid of expression
Cold and lifeless
Of a path of the past.

A rocky path you know all too well,
That trod your feet sore
So down drops your laden body
You shall tarry there a while.


Two Men. – Day 3

I adore the man,
My first love
To give everything could seem enough,
But yet perfect love is immeasurable.

I love this man,
He first loved me then fixed me.
He didn’t just tell but showed
That there is more to unconditional
Than what the oxford told.

I owed this man.
Because he lost so I could win,
So i gave him my heart.
And then I won another man,
One after the other man’s heart.

This other man;
The blessing of my first love,
The knight in every armour,
Pitched camp at my castle
And re-set a rhythm some place beyond my ribcage.

This other man;
He loves with the strength of Samson,
And leads with the wisdom of Solomon.
My fear bids farewell in this perfection.
Because perfect love casts out fear.

In the moment. – Day 2

Time check 23:06 hrs (the time of writing – or should i call it drafting – the blog post). It is because i usually write down in my notebook before i type it out. I just don’t know how to let go of my book. I thought i was alone until another blogger tweeted about the old school style; i forgot his handle, i wish i could mention. But i digress…

I feel nice. Nice for example sitting at the kitchen bar all by myself at 11 pm with just two dim lights making it cozy enough for mind travelling; and also the feeling of having of having the entire living room behind me all to myself. It feels nice. it feels free, it feels awesome and almost refreshingly better than a warm bath on a cold day because my days (and home) involve 5 other people who either get me too excited for myself, or too angry to live. So you understand now when i say i feel so good i could sing so loud, but then i might wake the party.

The point is my dream came true. Not about being a loner, but about being able to be alone whenever the heck i want. For someone like me it is not easy getting here, no, not at all. I thank Jesus everyday. So i’m at the kitchen bar, propped up on this high seat or stool, simanyi. On my right is an empty glass of water (do you see that madness? Empty glass of water??) It is a glass that i just used to drink water, and it is now empty (i am sure there’s a shorter version on how to say all that). And further next to the wall is a solar/electric lamp that i have not dared to use because i just haven’t. On the other side is an empty plate of food <– I did it again. It is the plate i just used for supper and it is wiped clean; i never finish a plate of food, let alone leave no crumbs but because after my experience across seas, i learned that you only take what you will finish and better still, you take less than you need so you are sure of finishing your food and then you are able to figure out if you can take another helping. However, back here, if not at home, it is really embarrassing to take a second helping; you will either appear like you just fell from Mars, or you will be the talk of your circles for the better part of the next few months be it jokingly or worse. You just never know when and how the teasing starts.

Every two or so minutes when i take a break to think of the next better line i can add to this post, i rest my chin in my palm and my elbow supports the weight as i crane my neck towards the dim light from the bulb just above my head. It’s as though the thoughts are travelling through the light and i can read them. But also because, like the previous post, this one, and the next ones to come this week, i have no idea what to write about. I just felt good, that’s all. I am also just a bit proud of myself for getting back to what i had left for cobwebs and possibly death. And i hope i can have actual inspiration on stories to write about to keep this place breathing and dusted; most bloggers and or writers do (have inspiration), not like the lot of me who just write fwaa.

This moment though… This moment is mine.