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So, while I was scrolling through Facebook and twitter I land on this Obituary/ death announcement of an IHK nurse that was hacked to death by her husband INFRONT OF HER KIDS no you didn’t hear me. He axed her in the sight of her children. Well, according to the people that seem to know the story. But it’s not the first case. Women a buried in septic tanks.

Last week a video was posted the lady was smashing the man’s car and the man was recording while telling the kids “see your mother is mad” and she was asking him to stop feeding her kids with lies she isn’t mad. She was getting back at him for something but that’s a story we online don’t know so we can’t tell reason for reaction. She was criticized in all ways positive and negative but I got lots of questions on my mind and why such crimes seem justified and why the law has to first check the mental health of the criminal to be sure he is mentally steady. My heart sunk for the kids. The image, the sight will never depart. I really pray they find a home (without him) that will nurture them and console and love and take good care of them.

Now the questions. No matter the reason no one deserves to take another life in the name of anger and frustration and I wasn’t thinking nonsense.

We need to change the narrative and stop stigmatizing divorce. Now don’t get me wrong, I know what the bible says and I don’t support divorce, but if it is the only way our or reason to get sanity please get out even God loves the Divorcee (am sure he will understand or not). Especially because I don’t think all marriages are ordained by God. We force ourselves into some because we are pregnant, wealth, love, age, society, peer pressure whatever it is, lust even when we have all the red flags.

First of all it’s okay not to get married, society shouldn’t dictate. It’s okay not to want children or want one or four or 20 as you please not what the world says is right. Don’t give in for the sake of your sanity. It’s also okay to get married at 40 or whatever age you find it right and pleasing.

Did the deceased talk to people? Probably they told her to be strong and hang on.

Are we taught to stay in toxic relationships because we fear the aftermath, the kids, the things built together the memories we hold together? Okay for the sake of Marriage the kids will suffer the break up but they will also suffer consequences of a toxic union so make the right choice because Death shouldn’t be it no matter the choice. We tell these girls everything they should do soon as they hit adolescence but have we rejected the men?

What does a man do in a toxic relationship?

How do they deal with anger?

Many women, myself inclusive live in carelessness because we are taught as African women to uphold family honor and be patient even when it kills your mental, physical and emotional health. We take all the abuse ad “die heroes”.

Who started this narrative?

“That is how marriage is” seems to mean take everything thrown at you. Do you think Christ was stupid to die on the cross or when he said “if you burn marry but being alone is better” Did he build the institution on spite or you think he was drunk to preach love, love in Corinthians.

Why do we prefer to return home in coffins when we left in heels and makeup just at the expense of abuse? Don’t we love ourselves just enough!

Normal men that were groomed well, speak up! Don’t let this eat us all up because of few that were probably broken as young men

Do the church vows need to be revised from “till death do us part” because we shall really die?

My heart is bleeding yet I didn’t even know her in person. Rest in peace Violet Kakai

Together is a beautiful place

We came together from Egypt,

Where we were enslaved with emptiness and chained with hurt.

Our hands cuffed and souls chained with loneliness

With broken hearts we didn’t know what to do with.

We wore scars like our best attire, a stunning dress made of hell fire,

Some nights we cried more than we prayed.

But when I walked into your secret place,

And you let me lay down at your feet.

I knew i would call you love.

You strolled into my life like a thief, un-suspecting in the dark of the night,

Smelling of southern comfort and intelligence and filled with a sense of humor light as the sprinkles on cake frosting.

And I welcomed you.

I washed your feet with my tears and dried them with my hair.

You called it healing.

You called it the salvation that brought you to your knees to pop the question

and it reminded you of everything you missed.

Today, I dress you up as my temple,

I will cover you in scented candles and put gods to protect you.

Today, I’ll accept your love.

I won’t ask why me.

I will instead embrace it and say yes me.

I vow to love you with an attitude

An attitude of Christ

because you are still that woman my vision sang to.


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I always wanted to travel but hadn’t seen myself travel alone. I used to say I will wait for the right one to travel with. But then, maybe when they arrived their urge to travel wasn’t as spicy as mine. Also Uganda my mother land charges Nationals like foreigners, I wonder how they want us to promote tourism on things we too can’t afford. I mean , my husband argues that we can spend a whole pay check trying to spend a night at emburura but also the cheaper places we have already exhausted.

Well, without further do..I would like to thank Muyaye,Naka,Sonia(am still looking for a nickname) for not bailing out after months of preping to start out on these adventures. Mr D for accepting that we don’t just live to work and sleep, my mini me for being so disciplined at Jaja’s (I mean for a first time away from mama u did good). My parents for the awesome job of keeping grand child. Thanks for the practice because we have just begun And our sweet nanny mbwenu God knew my heart and brought you along.

So we had been seeing good things about kansiime’s backpackers. NO. THE WEBSITE AND FACEBOOK PAGES DON’T MENTION THAT I HAVE TO CROSS OVER BUNYONYI otherwise I would have never accepted this choice of destination. NO. The website doesn’t say that everything on the menu isn’t available at the venue otherwise I would have gone with the option of cooking. Neither does it mention that we have no van to pick her up people up. Haza Kansiime, Hillary is good but also a coward and a cheat. The price Charity agreed with him he wanted we top up by 20k now for people traveling on budget (it’s what our Uganda subjects us to) we need proper details of, 1: note we have no van so you will pay extra better still please get a van and include it on the packages so we plan easily. 2: please tell us when the buffet is served so that foodists don’t come counting on it. 3: tell us the hiking and zip lining prices ahead. These extra costs really disorganized us by the way.

Let me first go back to the water….(i can’t tell u that while I say on that boat I knew anything. I blindfolded myself and held unto my Naka Ho! (The Mzee is a good operator I guess) but crossing bunyonyi at midnight was really an adventure which is also very risky…mbwenu! Being water phobic and unprepared for the water adventure I didn’t cross again till departure. I am not about death hmm actually I thought heart attack would kill me before the boat. I cried. But here we are partly I am grateful u didn’t mention the boat because I would have never written it in my book of records. I crossed bunyonyi at midnight. Dear lord, thank you!

Other than those things, I love the hospitality, charity was amazing. Infact double her salary. Mzee was great. The boat guy hmmm how can’t I be grateful to a man that had my life. The plants, the green is so amazing just so you know, I borrowed some of your plants on request from the guy incharge.

I love what you did with those rooms and the two blankets came in handy, Cho! Embeho ekatwisire! The camp fire was amazing I wish the speakers weren’t dead because we honestly tried to entertain ourselves yet we weren’t able to charge our phones that well.

The food was great. Yes I met the chef too and Rachel served us very well mbwenu you have an amazing team. The only thing I didn’t get to feed were the rabbits basically but even the goats I was present.

Therefore I conclude that this adventure came in handy for me, I haven’t gone anywhere since I got preg and delivered. It was good rehab. The quiet was necessary (that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t repair our speaker please.)

We enjoyed our stay besides knowing all the corners of the place, mbwenu we toured it. We even went to Church. Thank you for the bar, we wouldn’t have survived without some wines and the colour and art bring life. On that note, on behalf of my team thanks to especially Charity and the team. Amazing! Unto the next

Taxi tales

I see him almost every other time that i take a taxi after work. Clad in his Kaunda shirt, his beard greying and unkempt. His eyes, his eyes….He clenches his green hankie in his right hand and pockets his left firmly into the front pockets of his Kaunda. He usually sits right next to the conductor even if the taxi was empty when he got in.

Thoughts in my head “he is old, he should be home resting while his kids take care of him or probably doing something that wont have him moving“. Once i was lost in thought when i saw another man probably in his late 60s. He looked famished and worn out, he was slouching but he was slashing outside an office. my heart sunk, my mind wondered again.

I saw the old man yesterday morning, around 7am. I am not sure if it was his son or grandson, he was in company of a young boy who looked slightly like him. The young boy who was wearing an old uniform and canvas without socks held his hand and led him to the Taxi and waited till he sat. At his usual sit, wearing his usual clothes. I found out this day that he was blind, i prefer to say visually impaired. At first i always thought he had squints but today i found out he wasn’t. His left hand was also impaired and in his pocket he was tightly holding unto 5000shs that he was using as taxi fare (guessing he holds it so he doesn’t have to be cheated by people he cant trust to tell him what exact note he is holding). I wanted to know his story, i was dying to see who picks him up when he gets to his stop, i wanted to be able to help maybe share my 1000shs with him. But i was at the back, i couldn’t even whisper to him and i got off before he did.

i hope i see him again, i hope i can have a cup of tea with him but i am afraid he might never want to sit down for tea with a stranger.

Where would you like to live? Why haven’t you moved?

Italy. Italy.Italy


Because it’s too serene. the flowers, the architectural work, the atmosphere, the water (even if am water phobic) I love to watch and listen to the sound of the ocean and sea. Italy is just so beautiful. Why havent i moved?  The cost of living is high Jeez. That means i have to find a job that bays above $20,000 a year.

Washington DC because I dream of living on such a street


and walking to work. or riding a bike. Pick up coffee by the roadside. Enter office in my short round skirt and stockings and boots and am doing something I love. And going home to my simple studio apartment and the street isn’t exactly quiet. I just want to live in a city that’s is a little bit faster than my Kampala yet less Chaotic.

Why I havent moved, I havent yet..please note the yet. got a job because i wouldn’t want to move and then spend 2 years trying to find a job i would be frustrated. And the winter season freaks me out especially that even in kampala sometimes i need double warmth. but bodies adjust.

30 day challenge #5


Well, i have been to my home. Like my fathers house. Does that count?

Well i have been here

hot springs- kitagata

But sadly the person that took me to this place passed on 2 months after. The pain in my chest. I still think one day i will wake up and he he is alive but God takes the good one. His demise took me to a place i had been to



the Emptiness i felt, the pain, the heart break. he had just had a very cute son and he didnt live to see how smart he has grown. I had too many questions but see, my troubles and pain were not bigger or heavier than the cross.

The Dialogue: TAXI

In a taxi park.

The sun has gone down and people are waiting on a taxi. (Many are discussing, some cursing why the taxis are scarce.

A taxi parks and people enter including two university students Denis and Rachael. The taxi is living the park after it is full.

0n the road

Denis is telling Rachael about a girl he is in love with. (Rachael and Denis stay on the same village and both attend the same university which is in the town and they stay in the outcasts. Mukono)


Rachael (eating popcorn: Did you hand in your coursework in time?

Denis: Yes. I printed from down Lumumba at 100shs because I did not have enough money. By the way did you hear from Claire, have you girls talked?

Racheal (shaking her head): Hmmmm not really. I haven’t seen her since she returned from school and since I go home late. We have not even met at the stream.

Denis: Really? I last saw her last holidays. I really like her but she never has time for me. She is always with Charles.

Rachael: Charles? The tall guy right? I thought he was the boyfriend.

Denis: Exactly my point. She is in love with that fool so much that she hardly recognizes my advancements towards her. I took her out before she went to school last term on just 20,000shs. I even borrowed my grandmother’s jacket just to look good for her

Rachael (laughing so hard, the neighbor on Denis’ left turns head and sighs)

Does your grandmother’s jacket fit? (still laughing). Wasn’t it very feminine?

Denis (sad and a bit ashamed): Nawe, don’t laugh hard. We are the same size with her and perhaps I wanted to look good for the outing.

Rachael still laughing

AT THE DATE(Denis and Claire)

(Denis goes to pick Claire from her home one afternoon and walk to the taxi station)

They sit quietly next to each other and are silent the whole journey but simply holding hands. At the roundabout Denis digs into his pocket and takes out a 10,000shs note that he gives to the conductor. The conductor returns 5000shs instead of 6000shs.

Denis is very furious since he has no money but his pride can’t let him argue with the conductor because he is trying to show Claire he is a perfect man but he is complaining in his mind… they get out ant take a walk to Wandegeya with Claire where they are to eat.

Denis: What would you love?

Claire: Chips and a soda.

(Denis walks to the chips and chicken stalls and pays for chips of three thousand shillings and a soda and the stall man gets them a place to sit. Because they were eating on the same tray Claire didn’t mind much yet Denis’ plan was to save for transport.)

They talk over their meal.

Denis: I really like you,actually i am in love with you Claire: (opens eyes wide)

Denis: Are you dating Charles?

Claire: No, we are only good friends

Denis: I saw him help you carry your jerrycan from the stream the other day and i got jealous. Do you think we stand a chance

Claire: How will you afford to look after me

(Denis stops eating and bows head)

Denis: I am going to work very hard. Even my grandma likes you. She says you are too humble. I am going to do all the odd jobs. However, i will not promise to give you heaven, i promise to make you happy.



Size Yange

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I felt a grip at my wrist and before i could think of the words to spit out, he said “jangu baby nkuguze“. Still holding unto my hand, i turned to my cousin who knew my mouth was yet to move like a typewriter, grabbed my other hand and dragged me. Eissh! can you imagine his guts?,i said. She laughed and said, “these Park men will beat us up or embarrass us and i saw you were about to go verbal on him.”

We kept walking headed to where the Bwaise Taxis line up (or are supposed to line queue as they wait on people), another one walks so close for him to whisper “size yange“. with a frown i turned to look at the person that was claiming to be my size and i burst out in laughter because he clearly was over size. So any way we keep on, carrying our heavy bags because we were from doing some downtown shopping, we reach the Bwaise Stage and we stand right under the poster that reads Bwaise-Wandegeya and the taxis that were parked were of Nansana.

Now, all the shopping plus the disrespect from these men, the noise caused me an extreme amount of lassitude that left me quiet exhausted that i just wanted to get into a taxi and go home. I ask one of the guys singing Nansana,Nansana…where the Bwaise Taxis are, he says “lindako Zigya”. (in my head). Its the park i expect as many Taxis here as i can find instead of going up and standing by the road. But well, since i was exhausted i placed dowm my things and stood with my Cousin waiting for the taxis to come.

A gentleman man, carrying a heavy box on his head came shouting Fas,Fas…Muveyo and another hawking water at his back .

My cousin: Babe, Eno Paaka Enkadde. Not just for Taxis they hawk everything and anything, rob everything and anything and its a place they will Baptise you with a new name and someone will claim they know you but you have never seen them.

Soon as she was done, the taxi man that earlier told me to wait calls out, “Nakitto, Taxi yiino“. I hahad.







Kabagarame the biggest pork joint i have seen
Kabagarame the biggest pork joint i have seen

20160604_183325So, my friend canceled her birthday trip to bunyonyi and i decided i wanted to go to Bushenyi. I had read a lot about it and the only place i desired to go to was jacana (i didn’t even take the direction there but i shall do a repeat. Traveling solo has always been something i want to do. I could have done it a lot of times now but this was different, i was going to a place i had never been to.

The bus trip seemed longer than it was meant to be. The bus broke down(yes, my cousin said global never got issues but it did even before we set off at 9:30am. So imagine my sleep hurt). We were transferred into another bus and at about 10:30am we got moving…i played music on my phone which i later turned off because the bus had a TV and they were playing local music videos. i sat next to an old man who read newspapers and filled in cross puzzles the whole journey so there wasn’t anything to discuss. I slept on the bus a couple of times and then we got to Masaka. people got off others got on and were were still moving until Mbarara. the town has change much since i was last there. i got off and gave my cousin a call for directions, she said “get a taxi or a drone” (now being the girl i am, i imagined the drone used for cameras or flight drones). I asked one of the guys around and they pointed me to a taxi. I told the conductor i was going to Ishaka and i wasn’t sure of the place and he said,’i will take you its just 5k’. now, 5k for a journey is quite a journey. I got in and he packed 24 passengers instead of 14 and nobody minded apart from but, so i figured its how its done.

Sitting next to a drunkard who spoke non stop jeez, i couldn’t wait to get off. I called my cousin again after about one and a half hours when i got off, she asked me to get a boda guy who i gave the phone for directions and ten minutes later i was in her compound. (very tired of speaking Runyankole after my drunko neighbor couldn’t shut up about women and marriages and urban rural migration for work). She had made lunch already so i had lunch we talked i rested a bit, her husband showed up and then my touring started.

So, Kitagata- hotsprings. Hmmm after one of the guys i had gone with fought with one of the care takers about collecting money from us yet it was government property and not liable for gate collections, we got in. I see all these very old grannies, teen, youth, kids, women and men naked in the pool others lying on the rocks believing for healing, i knew God was right to hide. ‘Don’t these people later get attracted to each other sexually with all this nakedness? i asked’. Hardly, one guy responded from my left. ‘everyone comes with their problems and they are too focused.’ he added. My cousin pointed me to small shacks and said ‘those are lodges 1k per night.’ My jaw dropped, but she had already warned me to act normal before i laugh loud and get bewitched. So I moved to the part where water was boiling and people were fetching with cups to drink and the other side boiling eggs. (they didn’t get ready, the lady said she was trying)

One man realized i was new, and led me to the ‘heart’ where people kneel and pray and ask the ‘heart’ for anything they desired. (i recalled days of idol worship in the Jesus movies). The water was indeed hot, (haven’t figured how the rocks boil water but am thinking hard on it). We left and headed to a resort beach with a single hut that prepared pork, had Dinner and went home.

If my friend Daron ever visited the place i went to the next day, they will have to carry him or build him a house. the biggest pork joint i have seen,Kabagarame. (translated as let the lie down, probably with stomachs up. own translation) a very huge crowd and only pork is made, all types, all brands. If #Beersandbeer or Blankets and wines ever needed a place western, this is ideal. Hardly any sodas sold, alcohol, local wines and pork. The crowd mainly travelers from Kampala, i saw very many faces from Kampala i know. it only operates weekend but its always full jeez.


So, my Trip ended. i saw my expectant cousin, the city, the food, so i enjoyed my stay. Jacana, i will make a return.