Dearest Jojo, I didn’t see you as a young girl; not only because I joined the big family crew many years later but also because by the time I began comprehending things, you had moved to live with our grannies at the famous Rwenshinya Hill. I can’t possibly remember the first time we officially met, … More Jojo The Traveler, My Icon of Refinement since Childhood!
Dear Keezire, Your name reminds me of an old good woman who once lived in my cradle village. Her named is ‘Bakeera’ (they became pure and spotless). Bakeera was a product of the 1936 great East African Revival. I was young, very young, when she used to come visiting at home. She was great friends … More Open Letter to M. Keezire
If you’re reading this and you grew up from the affluent city neighborhoods of Kololo, Nakasero or Muyenga, well that’s your story but I must say you missed a life. I have always urged that I am one of the luckiest persons having had a full dose of a typical village life and yet another … More A glimpse at my Childhood