The Detour:

Don’t be excited already or even frustrated that I am going to contest for an MP seat. When I mentioned it jokingly to one of my friends, he opined that; One, I will have higher chances if I’m about 18years of age and nothing above that. Two,   I needed to be with a talkative disposition. He said parliament was not for soft spoken and quite reserved people like me. I could not agree less. The problem is that most Ugandan’s would prefer someone who is always in some sort of chaos; one that would excite the people in Nakasera or Nakivuubo. Well they’ve got it all wrong. I may not be talkative but I THINK! Yeah everyone thinks, but I specifically think solutions. If I were an MP, and by the way this isn’t a manifesto, one thing I could assure you guys is proper quality roads in 12 areas of the city in one year. All roads in the area.   I don’t promise anything more than that. These roads would help improve the health of the people in many ways but I will stick to two. These du

You know, dogs have a life too and a sense of Human ! O ne Friday night, I could not stand the sauna in my bed.  I carried a wooden stool from my room and sat at the balcony to take in some air before I could consider go ing back. People were still moving in their cars, perhaps to or from clubs or bars and all those fun night places. I stared at the cars, the stars seemingly stuck in the sky , the plants dancing to unknown music and anything else that caught my eye . I did some facebook too but the addicts were also nowhere to be seen. I must have been alone on the book that night. Then I heard a dog bark, it was 2:00 am sharp . A few seconds later I could see it seated on the alley between the houses.   The   other dogs in the neighborhood started barking and one by one , they joined the other one. I could see about five of them . On my mind was the fact, 'boys will always be boys' .   I doubt ed a female dog (I dislike the B* word) would be ou

Sometimes I smile and I don’t even know why I’m smiling. It like as if I have seen a dog kicking a bucket. What if the bucket dies? I don’t even know how to say what I’m saying. Even it seems as if malaria has been walking right in front of me, escorted by three mosquitoes. One is in pink, another blue and the other has no color. Is it colorless?? Me my color is drench. I love drench. I can’t even describe what it looks like. Maybe it tasted like a banana. But some bananas also! They taste like water. I wonder where they are grown. The buses which be red and purple cannot be compared to these bananas. I have remembered something I wanted to write about. A pot! When a pot goes to the river to fetch water, how does it drown? Even if it drowns, how does it get out of the water? Those are the mysteries of life my dear. My dear I’m just a book. I need to be opened like the way a carrot is chopped in pieces and re chopped and then it becomes like crystals. I love crystals, especially ge

                               It's been a while since I last visited my fantasy world. Well it’s because where I am now is not so convenient. I can hardly find the quality time to spend there. I’m always up and down dropping resumes as I haven’t been called anywhere for an interview. And then when I get back home, loads of housework are waiting for me. I get miss my world so much. In there, I have got three major things in plenty; LOVE, POWER and MONEY! Or at least I perceive them. I have a devastatingly handsome man for a husband, He’s tall and chivalrous with an internecine sweet smile! And we have three pretty little dolls who are always making noise in our chateau. And oh I have got HEALTH too. You know that comes with the wealth. I don’t have to espionage my weight, it’s done for me! My cooks prepare only the food chartered by my doctors and I’m in preposterously good shape. My world knows no unemployment, I have everything I need and I chose to work whenever I feel li

We did several things as kids to spawn some income. W e were so good ; Y ou would call us ‘ trickidstars ’ ! O ne day, at 3 years old, I sat at the back of the house and started crying . I was good at crying that anytime I wanted to, tears would never betray me . I needed not a reason to cry. Everything around me was a reason anyway. The scorching sunshine, the hunger, the loneliness - as friends were not yet back from school while others were forced to take naps in the afternoons among others.  Amidst  my cry, my friend ’ s father next door came across me and handed me a 50 sh note and crying was history. W e were a gang of three . I was the leader though the oldest was 6 years. We ran errands like delivering love letters between house boys and house maids in the area for the standard pay of 50 sh per delivery. It was too bad we couldn’t understand the content at the moment even if it must obviously have been written in Runyankole. We also did the purchasing of items fro

She walks amidst the congregation in a meticulous gait She sways her hips from east to west And faces in the direction of the Man of God. She darts a glance at him Her hand strolling through her hair Her upper teeth biting her lower lip while giving away a smile ‘oooh this man of God He gives me the only reason to attend the service’ When he preaches the word of God To her, his voice tells of sweet nothings That his voice, hurls her miles apart in a land, a paradise ‘Father oh Father in heaven Thy forgive your child’ Who enters your house for all other reasons But worship you And leaves only with empty thoughts Forgive your child oh Father Maybe someday she shall enter Your presence for genuine reasons ‘Everyone is a sinner’, the man of God says ‘But we shall accept sinners and help them change; Make them feel LOVED And give them a sense of belonging in the house of God. ‘He preaches about love And my heart melts for him’ ‘Love’ he says and she could feel his presence closer by An

Treat her like an angel she is Don’t try to tell her lies To justify yourself. Protect her like a baby she is Give her all she needs She will learn to trust you more. Treat and protect her  Like she deserves Maybe someday You’ll appreciate All that I say! Hold her like she’s some fragile treasure You just prevented from falling And breaking into pieces Love her like you have just met her Make her feel nothing without you Treat and protect and hold and love her The way she loves you Kiss her on the cheek and run away Such a love game, memories it makes,  A love worthwhile.