Kidepo, a wilderness of tales

His fame transcended the different villages. Far and wide, the name Ryonomoi echoed pride. Given this name, after he killed an enemy who had dark skin, there was no match for his hunting skills. This famous hunter stood tall among his peers, it is no wonder he was chosen to hold guard of the net…

When MV Templar Sunk: A survivor’s tale…

What would you tell someone who has stared death in the face? Speechless is what I was when I first saw my workmate. This was last year, about two weeks after the accident on Lake Victoria when MV Templar sunk, killing many party goers.  Let us call her Irene for purposes of privacy. I just…

Second chance at life:story of an accident survivor

Misfortunes always take us back to similar events. When the traumatic accident involving a truck that lost control at rummed into a  number of cars  at Kiwatule happened, it brought back memories of the Kiira road accident that was similar. I continue to pray for the of both accidents and those who lost their loved…

Yes I love cats & no I’m not a Mzungu

The cat lady, sits in her house with dozens of cats hoovering around her chair as she knits a scarf. Her chair keeps rocking as she goes about her work and hums to herself. Her cats, some lying next to her feet look quite peaceful. A few naughty ones try to run the thread yarn,…

The things we never can foresee

Today, reading in the one of the local dailies about the survivors of the MV Templar boat took me back to that period.  Today I share about my reflections the week of the accidents. Next week I will be sharing the experience of one of the survivors who I interacted with about three weeks after…

Left…

Tick  tock tick tock. Racing second hand, racing minute hand. Drip drip… sweat drops tickling down. Fingers crossed tight, tying X. Headache, heart ache body pain.  Sweaty palms placed on head… eyes taking a break from counting the minutes to shut. Lips muttering prayers then lamentations then prayers again, then more lamentations. Tick tock tick…

How will your workmates remember you?

For the last month, one question has been ringing in my mind. What will your workmates say about you when you are gone?  Typical of our African nature, we never think about our end although it should be the most obvious thing, because human beings are not immortal.  However, when friends or family pass away,…

Me I want a real celeb

The other day, I saw my favourite actor jumping on a boda. I did not know what to do at that point. Yell to stop him and then volunteer to give him a ride? Follow him and scold him? One thing I was sure of is that I was really angry. Could Denzel Washington have…

Of tasty food and awakening dreams

After digging my fingers into the sumptuous mix of sukuma wiki, pork and posho, and savoring the taste of my meal that afternoon, there was no way I was going to pass out speaking to Mike. Gladly, Mike is warm and seeks out his customers. He found me before I caught him that cloudy afternoon…

The beauty of culture

The blue waves of the Pacific Ocean dance magically as a little girl sails them on a bright sunny day. As her hair blows to the wind, you can almost feel the cheer of life oozing out of her. A huge man in tow, the pair sail the Ocean in search of a mystical creature….

Stolen innocence…

From the photographs, I imagined what may have happened that day. I had only met them three days earlier, but I felt like they were family. Their smiles I imagined were wide, their eyes were bright. They all made sure they held the knife. It looked like they had done a countdown just before they…