On this World Press freedom day I give insight into press violations and abuse in Uganda that continue to frustrate media freedom !! #JournalismIsNotACrime #Pressfreedomday
via Daily Prompt: Believe What Happened To Uganda, The Country We Were All Proud Of? The early 2000's to which most of my age-mates and I gain our political knowledge were great times to grow up into. The economy was stable, the doughnuts and food were cheap and sizable, education was cheap, we attended public... Continue Reading →
Sometimes people try to downplay mental illnesses because they haven't experienced them, this short piece is just an account of that!!
Mental Health Awareness week ends tomorrow, so I figured I would put up a post to that end !!
Someone once asked me to define depression in my own terms and just couldn't seem to crack it, all i kept on coming up were descriptions, so I wrote this; #MentalHealthAwarenessWeek #MentalHealth #Depression #MentalIllness
It’s Mental Health Awareness Week so I figured, I would bring back this!!
And I am not explaining but I hope that you do get;
That it’s never about you, but it’s all me,
Just me, and my lengthy and twisted issues:
Me and my esteem, trust, and mental issues,
Hope you get that I send away people, then laugh at how fast they scatter,
pat myself on the back for knowing they’d leave.
That when I go through shit, I do it solo,
that even with all these people I still feel lonely,
That am always laid back but not lazy,
That I don’t hate people, but prefer my own company,
That am growing older and so is the restlessness,
That am weak, and fall when you push me,
That I let people in, but never that deep,
That I always feel like shit but dish out smiles, like Santa
That I love, but only from afar, that way I don’t screw…
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We gotta talk about things, we gotta do something different, Coz this isn’t working, This isn’t working. (wish you wouldn’t by Nf) The thing about people is that no matter what how much they try they’ll never be perfect and with the knowledge of this reality, I’m not here to demand perfection, rather am... Continue Reading →
Dear Ivan, I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but if you can, I just want you to know, you gonna make a lot of mistakes and they gonna laugh in our face, it’s part of life, it’s just the way that it goes ... Continue Reading →
Two years ago, influenced by true life events, I wrote To a Son in Kampala, a letter written by a mother to her son, who leaves for the greener pastures of the big city but doesn’t return soon enough!!
You boarded Otada coach that day, lured into that evil town by the clutches of opportunity,
You were never one to accept poverty, you always said that we all had a right to be rich, Kampala people you said, had enough and lived in wealth.
When one day I made the mistake of asking you who had said this nonsense,
You got excited and began telling me of Pilato who is not the one in the Bible,
You said this man was a thinker and he had imagined a world where everyone was happy, content, rich, and never sad.
When I told you that it was not possible you said I was using my brain,
told me of Pilato’s learner who had later refused to agree with him.
I wanted to stop you, convince you to stay for just one more month, one small month
Wait for Abiro’s army like…
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If I won the lottery, I’m picking my money, calling my dad, informing him that the Angels smiled at me, then I’ll also call my mum, tell her that her prayers have as always paid dividend. Then in the same conversation I’ll ask for their advice and then we’ll just talk about the other things... Continue Reading →