We are yet to graduate from this point…

But are we planting…?

Welcome to Uganda…

I want to stand for an important office, but, I am promising only simple things: attending parties, duwas/prayers, football matches and dying on Man U…

The question, “Where are you?” Solicits the most interesting of answers.

In Uganda, you must first struggle alone, pay for everything, train alone, be on forced hunger strike alone. When we finally see you on CNN or some important channel, we all come and remember the village you hail from and take you to the big man.

You purchase petrol, someone adds kerosene. You purchase rice, someone adds stones. You purchase posho, someone adds sand. You go for “till death…” someone gives you 3 days. We pay for a lounge, we get a saloon in Najjera. Then we blame and blame and blame…

You are on notice…

With all the promises from our politicians, Ug should officially be called “the land of promises…”

This patience…

Good morning to all those who address me as “Mr. Isaac.”

As you go to work today, contemplate, a little…

In these political queues, it is best you do not look behind you, otherwise your mother may also be elsewhere…

To all the losers, it is now time to do all those things you’ve been encouraging us to do.

And the answer…

The violence in the word, “egaali”.

I like Judges who agree with me only at page 1 of their judgement only to then threaten my life in the next 50 pages.

You argue for 1 hour straight and even pause for water, only to be dismissed in a sentence and a signature.

At times you must ask the question…

We are now strictly on water…