Saturday, 30 April 2016


A memory worth keeping the times present. So long a pen to paper, nor a finger to type 
what the circumstances present. But when the feeling keeps growing harder and faster,
the brain illuminates the face to present a smile deep within breaking the hardened, 
Saddened heart for lack of a better way to express the emotions that keep filling deep within. 
And beneath the lies come the truth.

Talk or other, deny the truth but the truth slaps harder and one by one soon the laughter 
will cease. For the womb that knows the pain and the hand that feeds your mouth knowing 
the dangers and struggles involved, I look back and wonder whether any sense remains. 
For the hope once showed now dwindles fast paced when the branches fall to the ground that 
feed and house their roots. The cry is surely on and louder it gets.

Bite your finger harder, the nose will keep bleeding and slowly you'll go to rest but the 
pain sharper. Louder and louder the noise as we await the neighbours sons and daughters to 
make our house a laughing stock. And when I rest my case I look foolish in their eyes.
But hey, "hoona tirwasa ruranyegyera"! She'll say and keep a keen eye on the needles that 
pierce the cloth deeper. But finally we shall head to church at our upcountry residence 
to give thanks to the lord.

Thursday, 28 April 2016

Like its's my Life

I have lived all my life hoping that my future will be so bright. I may not have had parents or even a close mentor to make me feel more comfortable like any other person, yet am not grieved at all.

What surpasses my understanding are the people who one would think would be the ones to see me through with this life yet they seem to be playing games not with me but their conscience. Am actually not even scared. I keep on following my dreams and God being my guide and helper hope to achieve them all. How about you, what's your take on such people. Anyway, do we have to cry that we have been let down by our closest friends and relatives? 

Keep hoping and moving on.

Friday, 7 November 2014

The way we Conduct ourselves in public

Many a time people tend to merge feelings, emotions and anger in what they do and how they do it. Sometimes for a genuine reason and at times just a trait which is so hard to shape by taming their anger. It some times comes to the extent where the behaviour starts to nag even the closest persons in those people's circles.

Take a scenario where you are in a meeting and one of the members begins to patronise the meeting "jumping the responsible chair"; or even starts to make derogative statements intended to put off some of the members trying to make a point straight. In trying to speak to them they block your sense with an even more rude statement. What should you do or how should you handle this fire? May be I don't know or this would help! Just cool down and let them calm down on their own as the air sobers up.

The only unfortunate thing is that people of such character never want to be corrected since they think that they know better than the others and probably any of the members attending. It only is polite, and shows maturity in reasoning and academia if the said people try to put their ideas in a more calm manner.

Not because of the incident that happened this afternoon as we were trying to forge ways to see how the dinner we are planning to be a success but because I realised that most of us lack this kind of "briefing." You could send this to a friend, it could be of help.
Till then enjoy your days when the Lord still keeps you alive.

Thursday, 6 November 2014

Their Blood Runs in Us ; Mesach Bitama

Out of them our ancestral line was joined
Their unity gave us our Fathers and Mothers
And our Fathers, their sons and fathers
Into the world we were initiated
Mukaaka and Shwenkuru Bitama
Whose memories keep in our lives
Like they still were living

Nine Oh! Great months,
You carried us in your womb
And never regretted us being born to You
The filth, hardship and hard work
You endured, for our fathers and mothers
To get their education yet,
You yourselves had less of it all.
The money, the education, the prestige…….
Oh! If you only lived
To see how great we have become
My loving Mukaaka and Shwenkuru Bitama

A ship without a compass is bound to lose its way
You chose salvation and never lost your way
The key to success was in your hands.
As a Reverend and shepherd
You led soothingly the flock of Christ
Those advisory words
The loving words
Keep us together as a family
Like you said them only yesterday
The examples you set
The care you gave us
The knowledge you shared
Not even death-That Monster!
Can erase it from our hearts
Mukaaka and Shwenkuru Bitama
You forever will be with us.

We seem to feel your presence
Yet long gone
You departed from our eyes
Yet still living within our hearts
The beauty you left
We so joyfully share
In peace we lay you,
Where the sleepers never wake
A time will come when we
All shall meet again in peace
Mukaaka and Shwenkuru Bitama 
Your love never ending
We miss you.

My better half knows the seed
And when Eleanor grows much bigger and older
I'll sing my ancestry close to her ears and soothe her cries with it
Kirego bore us
Gabashaki, who bore us
Bitama from whom
Kanyonyozi came and bore
Kuteisa whose rib you share.
The sweetness with which we sing.
Bring forth your past and let the present build greater.
Omusigyi, Omuhiiga, Omugagyi wa Kitanga.
Ours are the hills of Karukaata omuri Kigezi.
We miss you always and all shall meet again in peace.