July Musings

Well, we have a couple of days left before the end of the month but I feel I should share with you a couple of exciting musings.

1. This sums up my current beliefs. Be patient. Keep a positive attitude. There’s always tomorrow. Work hard. Play hard. Enjoy the moment. Make new friends. Keep old friends. Family is family. Friends is the new family. Shine, it will rub off everything you do. Keep tabs on your ambition. The secret to success is still a secret. Make more friends. Seek new adventures.

2. Write. Write some more. Read. Read some more. Laugh. Laugh some more.

3. Wear jackets. They make you look formal. They command a little more respect.

4. Plan your week. Time is money. Think about it?

5. Don’t argue. Argue. Choose who to have an argument with. Ever been in an argument with someone and feel like everything they say drains the life force out of you? Yeah. And then there’s those people who just leave you agape, wondering what you’ve been doing your whole life.

6. Enjoy what you do. Do something because you are enjoying it.

7. Listen to new music. The music is everywhere, all you have to do is listen – August’s Rhapsody.

8. Learn new words. Use new words in a sentence. Such is life’s rhetory.

9. Share stories. Share you adventures. Embellish a little when telling these tales.

10. Make love. Relationships are healthy. If it is beautiful, then everything around you is beautiful. Make sure your relationship is beautiful.

11. Make money. If you need, then find a way of making. Be honest. When you are honest, then people will trust you and everything you do. Don’t be too greedy.

12. Only fools use the Art of War as a means to get by in life. True, some things are applicable. But hey, the rest is poppycock.

Ah! Am I done?

Writers Club

There’s an amazing song by Proverb whose title is Writers Club. Very eloquently penned down, deep and meaningful, I can’t begin to reiterate it on here. My favourite line though is, I like to be right and I write to be liked! Catchy, right?

I have been obsessed with how people (Ugandans) write on blogs I must confess that I’ve not once thought about how good or bad my writing must be. Well, here is how it began! I decided to go back to the very first post I wrote and decided to read through and well, I did what I usually do to a very long and arduous blog post, I closed my very own page. Was my writing that bad, and uninteresting to read? Had I misjudged the other blogs thinking I was any better? It was so bad I put forward the initiative to edit all blog posts from the very first to the current one but the thought of editing over 200 posts didn’t sit well with me. What exactly was I going to edit? Most of what I had written had come from a point, a muse, a place I was incapable of finding at this stage. So I decided to share the idea with another blogger, and her comments were simple, we grow as writers. If you believe that you are growing, and have grown, let this be an example of that growth. Puzzled and still fixated on editing some posts, I decided to let it be. Well, that and the fact that the energy and time to edit all those posts in nonexistent.

Anyway, I am enjoying my writing now more than I’ve ever done before. When I started to blog, way before my interest in Facebook or twitter, I did it to tell stories, share moments in my life, capture moments in my life and I am ecstatic in saying that this is my story.

Welcome to the Writers Club!

30 Hour Days (2)

It’s exciting when people take time to read what I wrote especially when it’s from someone as borish as myself.

I need 30 hour days? Why? I just need them. I decided to kick start and fixate on my company and in the last month, I’ve peaked such that I barely have time in the day to stop and pause for a moment.  I find myself up at 6:00am working, till about 9:00am, where I then start the meetings, from one client to another, pitching and presenting, with an occasional site visit, and this goes on till about 6:00pm. At around 6:00pm, I try to have some down time, but there’s also those after work client meetings which sees me get home at around 10:00pm. I then sit down and reflect on my day where by I check my to-have-done list and my to-do list for the next day.

Most times, my to-have-done list is usually half done, with some key tasks pending, which I then push to the next day, making my eventual to-do list heavier. The nature of my job also sees me work on the weekends, which is, I can’t explain.

Anyhow, I find myself asking for a 30 hour day every other day just to accomplish as much. I’ve tried to manage my time as best as I can but it gets difficult. Am I grateful? Yes. I’ve been waiting for this.moment a long time and finally it’s here and I am not ready. But I’ll take a day at a time.

I will turn my 24 hour day into a 30 hour day.

30 Hour Days

“God is good, all the time. And all the time, God is good and that’s his nature.”

I know people who are afraid to come off as uber religious or less be judged for what they do. I might fall in that category. I started a spiritual journey about two years ago that’s rather changed my perception, thanks to my persistent mother. I wanted to start this post by saying I wouldn’t be where I am today if I didn’t believe. Strange thing right? Admitting that I’ve always needed Jesus in my life. I find that even if I sometimes waver, mostly due to uncertainty, a little prayer offers peace and solace and also gives me a positive attitude to rather many dire situations; case in point would be what happened to me almost a month ago.

And yet here I am praying for 30 hour days. I know, some people would crucify me for wishing this. Last night, as I reviewed my rather comprehensive  to do list, I saw that I had barely ticked half of it. The greatest challenge for me being that some of those tasks needed to be done  and complete by yesterday. The reason why I am praying for a 30 hour day is because I was in a meeting at 9:00pm! 9? And yet I had another meeting scheduled for then. Can my situation get any miserable!? Anyway, I get home at around 10, exhausted and still feeling uncomplished.

Hey! I am not complaining and trust me, I am grateful that I am now where I want to be but I now need Solomon’s wisdom, David’s courage, Daniel’s humility and strength and even much more.

I am a dreamer, a believer and trust me, with Him, Jesus at your side, you can never go wrong. Well, Allah too for my brothers in their fast.

My Society

The youth should join politics! The youth should join politics, the old guard chants. We need you. You are the future. We need you. The youth should join politics. Politics where its illegal to do one thing today, and your leaders will do it tomorrow and call it okay. Politics where a sole canditate wants to campaign for a free and fair election. A sole candidate that believes what he did in the past still needs to be done in the future. The youth need to join politics they chant. We apply for jobs where the old guard doesn’t want to retire. The youth should join politics. We have to be corrupt to be something. The youth should join politics. Where a police force works best for the ruling party and closes an eye to the others. The youth should join politics. Where the ruling party is creating opportunity for scientists and limiting the arts. The youth should join politics. Aren’t artists politicians? The youth should join politics. I see street kids with no place to go. The youth should join politics. We’ve sold all our swamps to government investors. The youth should join politics. Because when we join, we should ask for a salary raise. The youth should join politics. Because we need to learn how to make shady deals. The youth should join politics. What was Temangalo for again? The youth should join politics. Because we lack appropriate medical facilities. Our hospitals are run down. Our service delivery is beyond incredulous. But the youth, the youth should join politics. Because the change starts from within. The youth should join politics. The youth should join politics.

I am tired. I am tired of a society that believes joining politics is the only get rich scheme. And when they get into power, they actually look for ways to get rich. I am tired of a society that doesn’t believe in working hard, and doing things right. I am tired of a society that doesn’t want to create change in all fields. I am tired of the old guard’s chanting, for like their ideals, they should stay in the past. We can’t move forward by looking back. So, I am moving forward. I want to see a better society. I am going to change my society. But I am not and cannot join politics.


I almost used the word edifice wrong, but then again, that’s how much is on my mind. It’s been a terrible week, and some people would have collapsed if what happened to them, happened to me. It started about two weeks ago, when the thought rather crude occurred to me. There was a nagging feeling that I needed to back up my work, and whenever it crossed, I shrugged thinking that it was not that important.

Fast forward to last week. I happened to travel to Bushenyi for a small business meet. Seeing as this wasn’t my first time, I woke up, packed light and headed out with the customary message that I will see them back home later. If you remember, or don’t, I spent the latter part of 2014 on a bus headed to Bushenyi almost every other week. This being a customary journey, I worried less about my luggage which had my laptop and half of my documents (important documents) in there tacked, a couple of books and novels, tape measures and a lot more. I sat in the bus and headed towards Bushenyi. I arrived in Bushenyi at around 3:30pm, and got to site. I assumed I was spending the night so I didn’t bother much. Unfortunately, the meeting lasted only 2 hours and by 5:30, we were done. Seeing as it was done, I decided to take the night bus, so from Bushenyi, back to Mbarara only lasted an hour and I was in Mbarara at around 6:30 heading to 7:00. My little brother was in school and I had promised myself that I needed to see him, which I did and was on the bus at around 8;00pm.

Exhausted from all the travelling, I placed my bag in the tray above my seat and slept off. When we got to Masaka, I inspected and saw that the bag was still in place and then I slept off again. When we reached Kampala at around midnight, we started to drop off people one by one, from Kyengera all the way to the bus park. My mind in a daze, also planned to get off. We get to the bus park and I decide to jump off. As I search the tray, I see no bag or evidence of someone else’s misplaced luggage. In shock, I run round the bus asking and seeing if anyone has seen my bag. The driver looks bemused as I inquire. The conductors keep telling me to check but at this point I’ve lost all hope. I try to remember if there was anything suspicious but I can’t recollect.

Puzzled, confused, I start to laugh at myself and how I could have let this happen. At the back of my head, it’s not what I’ve lost but rather my failure to have backed up all my work, collections and collections of work. I quickly dash to a boda boda frustrated, and narrate to him my story. Shocked, he tells me of someone suspicious leaving his stage in a hurry. He then escorts me to the police (yes, some people are that kind) where I report my bag stolen with its belongings. At this point, all I want is to go home. Crazy, I know but I am also fed up. All I master then is a couple of laughs and anger. The thief didn’t just steal my bag, but my life’s work, and the rather nagging thought that I should have backed it up. And also the fact that they would still not get the full value of what they’ve stolen and when they pawned it off for a miserly few sums, they still won’t understand how important what they’ve pawned was.

No, I am not crying over spilt milk. In fact, few that I’ve shared this story are amused by my lack of remorse and my going forward attitude. At the least, I got home safe and I am starting over from scratch.

All I did was click reset, too.

(Been meaning to post this a while now. About two weeks ago.)

Back To School

My teacher once said that in life, we never stop learning. Listening to these words, I wailed. What did he mean by that? Was I going to be in school for the rest of my life? Did he know that I was fed up already and yet I was only in primary (grade) 5? What did he mean by learning?

Well, this is close to 15 years ago…and I am still being taken to school, and this time my teacher is life. Life has a funny way of teaching you things when you least expect them.

About a month ago, I decided to grab life by the balls and take on it mano o mano but life grabbed my balls too and has been taking me to school since then. I started working on an exciting and rather eccentric project. My mind cluttered from school (still is, two years down the road), was challenged. I met a client who went toe to toe with me I felt like all he had to do was know the technicalities of the software and he would go ahead and do the project. I met a client who gave me more work to do every time I met with him I started to question what the 5 years in school were for. His knowledge based on previous experience with a similar project he owned kept pouring and pouring in; from how people used the space and interacted with it to how he wanted to experience it. Continuous interaction with him took me back to first year, when they asked as to design space using our feelings (I know, crazy!)

And yet here I was, thinking that I knew it all yet I know nothing. It is an amazing realization and I am lucky that in my profession, I get to interact with as many minds as I possibly can, and take home as much. So yes, thank you life for these lessons.

“You never stop learning in life. Just grab a pen and a book and get ready to be schooled!”