Saturday, 30 April 2016


My graduation day cake, Feb 28th 2014.In the book, NEVER LET ME GO, Kafuo Ishiguro writes: “Memories, even your most precious one fade away surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most—I don’t see them fading
There are two awesome quotes that will set the tone of the rest of the story and these are:
MAX LUCADO: “I suspect that the most consistent thing about Life has to be its consistencies. Choosing not to be neatly recognized, Life opted to be a tossed salad of tragedies and triumphs, Profanity and purity, despair and Hope. The bad is perplexingly close to the good. The just is frighteningly near to the unfair. And Life? Life is always a clock tick’s away from death. And evil? Evil is paradoxically close to the goodness. It is as if only a sheer curtain separates the two. Given the right lure, at the right moment, aimed at the right weakness, there is not a person alive who wouldn’t pull back his curtain and live out his vilest fantasy.

Friday, 15 April 2016


Photo Source: Personal Archives: Taken: 2012.Location:2nd Floor, Ham Mukasa Library, Uganda Christian University-Mukono.
UNINFORMED by definition in my Concise Oxford dictionary tenth edition is defined as: “lacking awareness of understanding of the facts
The word Uniformed has an antonym, INFORMED. By the same dictionary and edition, it is defined as: “having or showing knowledge of (a judgment) based on a sound understanding of the facts.
This anti-thesis is based on the antonym against Andrew Mwenda’s false claims that I am uninformed.
Teresa Mummert: “the moment you put someone on a pedestal, they will look down on you—trick is respecting each other equally
LED BY THESE WORDS: As President Obama said on the 14th April 2009: “LORD, fill my mouth with worthwhile stuff and nudge me when I have said enough

Dear Andrew M.Mwenda a.k.a OLD MAN OF THE CLAN,
I can be very many things but uninformed is not one of them-unless you disclaim that you are just using that word because you want your so lame narrative to make sense. This is probably the fourth time I am commenting on your sly comments. One thing I am aware of, to begin with, you have certainly had cringe-inducing moments every time I have rebutted your thought opinions. This is the common place truth Andrew. My thoughts are informed, full of insight, full of light that they make despair and ‘futility of reason’ palatable…at least for the length of time it takes to read them. My writing skills are not anywhere close to wanting. I do not throw failing punches, trust me, this too will not be one.

Sunday, 10 April 2016


I may never be the President of the United States or even my country, Uganda, but I am going to die one day and when I am no longer here, my son and those that read about my name should know that President Obama & Michelle have inspired my person, a lot. I was reading Christopher Hitchens book, Mortality, a while ago and reviews of his memoir, Hitchens 22, these words really touched me a lot: “I have more than once woken up feeling like death. But nothing prepared me for the early morning in June when I came to consciousness feeling as If I were shackled to my own corpse”—he goes on to quote Saul Bellow: “Death is the dark backing that a mirror needs if we are able to see anything”. I told my surrogate mother, Tabitha Scaife, I would do this before I leave the face of the earth and she said, “Do it sonny, I believe you are very well equipped”. Ma, thanks for elevating myconfidence. Love you, to Life!

Tuesday, 5 April 2016


Photo credit:Marjorie Kabatoro Mukiisa

Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots.Infact; it is always in proportion. That’s its balance”—OSHO.
Setting the tone, I once read the beautiful words of Sue Monk Kidd, and they read: “The truth, in order to heal we need to tell our stories and have them witnessed…the story itself becomes a vessel that holds up, that sustains, that allows us to order our jumbled experiences into meaning.As I told my stories of fear, awakening; struggle and transformation and them received, heard and validated by other women, I found healing. I also needed to hear other women’s stories in order to see and embrace my own. Sometimes another woman’s story becomes amirror that shows me a self that I haven’t seen before. When I listen to her tell it, her experience quickens and clarifies my own. Her conflicts illumine my conflicts. Her resolutions call forth my hope. Her strengths summon my strengths. All of this can happen even when our stories and our Lives are very different”. These are very powerful words…this kind of mindset has offered me the capacity to learn from rather than feel defeated by mistakes and setbacks, nurture relationships and contribute to the welfare of others rather than remain detached and isolated, and to live in concert with my interests and my passions—I have wracked my mind on what to write today, I hope this helps someone out there.