Late at night,

When all is quiet,

And sleep is supposed to be sweet,

I lay awake.


I lay awake,

Counting the stars

Through our hole-studded iron sheets.

Silently praying

That it does not rain again.


My silent prayer is not heard,

I hear thunder rumbles in the distance

And I know it is going to be a stormy night.

I am ashamed to look at you

Because I have failed to provide.

I am no longer the man you loved.


The children start calling,

The rain falls heavier,

Threatening our already tired roof.

The ensuing cacophony

Brings me out of my reverie


The children are hungry again!


Late entry

This a very late post. It was due Monday and now Friday is upon us. The furthest I got to was reading other happy bloggers’ posts. Thanks Angie, Baz and Sleek. You kept me reading.

I can not even remember what I was supposed to talk about. Blame is on bloggers’ block. On Monday, I was still sailing thanks to the non-stop partying over the weekend. I only mamanged to get some work done yesterday.

I just realised that I have a headache and my colleague tells me the boss has been shouting at me all week. Now, I am starting to hear the echoes.

This heat is becoming unbearable. I wish my office was air-conditioned. While I am still wishing, my work station is down. The IT guys think I am bluffing.  Here, I am with a monitor that plays; “now you see-now you dont” with me all day.

My eyes are hurting. I think I should sue the company….

In other new (whic by now you all already know), MJ died. He stopped before we got enough.

Happy weekend

Lost keys

I am seated in cyber cafe after so many months……you see, at my office, I have the privelege of surfing the net when I want and how much I want. So why am I at a cyber cafe this cool Saturday morning? The reason is I forgot my office keys. Let us see how this came to happen to a sharp guy like me.

On Thurday night, UMEME was playing hide and seek in my area code. My bulb beaten with age and overuse gave up long before the battle of the toughest began. UMEME took the day….rather the night!

I leave my house very early and return very late. I am a patriotic servant of the nation. I have not seen my keys since Friday. Probably, I will find them over the weekend.

Meanwhile, I am soon running out of kyeyo…..anayone willing to employ me?

Have a fun-filled weekend.

The cripple Nakawa

From my office window, I have a great view of the Parliament and the Police Headquarters. The mouth-watering aroma that floats in from Haandi Restaurant keeps me focussed on making it to lunch time.

There is this man….he strikes at first sight because he is crippled. He crawls his way about town. When he knocks at your door, you open looking straight only to hear a very deep; “Hello!”  eminating from the ground. This man has been sent by the Nakawa town council to raise funds for his business project. You are touched so you pulled a thousand shilling note and you include yourself to his list of sponsors. No problem with that. 

The number of signatures on the list and the state of his introduction letter show that he has been through many offices and met many generous sponsors.

Two months later, he returns to your office with the same introduction and an even longer list of sponsors. This raises  a questions:

What did he do with the funds he raised in the past 2 months? 

Isn’t he pulling our legs?

I have very strong feeling this man is one of the kiwani people moving around stealing people on the pretext of business project of a crippled man.I do not think his letter of introduction is legitimate. Maybe I am wrong….

Have a good weekend. Let us meet at the Rugby Club!

In need of Friends…

I have not submitted a post in a while. The best excuse of course would be that I have been busy building the nation. But that is not the truth.

The truth is that I have been busy sulking and blaming myself for all that i happening in my life.

The truth is:

So, no one told you life was gonna be this way.
Your Job’s a joke, you’re broke, your love life’s D.O.A.
It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear.
And it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year

You’re still in bed at ten and work began at eight.
You’ve burned your breakfast, so far everything is great.
Your mother warned you there’d be days like these.
But she didn’t tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees.

Will anyone be there for me?

I need to find my faith again. As Fluorescent said, I am reaching out to you my friends; “How are you?”

To be continued…..

Weekend confession

Dear reader,

For many days (or years for some of you), I have kept this from you. I have lived with it and now it has to come out. It has become too heavy for my single shoulders. I sought help from High People and they turned a deaf ear. I was hurt. I picked up myself and continued.

I have Celiac Disease and this is my story:

CELIAC DISEASE IN AFRICA: Sorcery or mere Ignorance?


He stands aloof and watches absent-mindedly as the other children queue up for the food. He remembers his mother’s stern warning and the hunger pangs worsen. He knows the even a morsel of the delicious moth-watering cake will surely make him ill. Meet Mike (not real name), he was born with Celiac Disease.


Mike’s parents are well-off and highly educated. According to his mother, Mrs. Kintu (not real name); shortly after his birth, Mike started showing signs and his parents immediately took him to a European hospital for check-up.  The doctors did an endoscopic exam and Mike was diagnosed with Celiac Disease. Mike had to stick to a gluten free diet for the rest of his life. Mike’s life was spared.


Had Mike been born in a poor family, Mike would have eventually lost his life, just like the increasingly shocking numbers of African infants between the very minor age of 6 months and 4 years that die every year particularly in the East African region to Celiac Disease. The acute lack of awareness and subtle ignorance about the disease leads the devastated parents to think that sorcery or envious neighbors robbed them of their little ones.


Mike is alive today. He maintains a particularly lacking diet and survives on such food as vegetable, rice, beans, potatoes, small quantities of red meat, and fresh fruits. Granted, this may seem a rather healthy and outright fulfilling diet for an adult. However, as fate would have it, Mike is also lactose-intolerant. Essentially, this means that, in lay-man’s language, Mike is allergic to milk in its natural form and all its by-products.


Celiac Disease (CD) is a permanent inflammatory disease of the small intestine triggered by the ingestion of gluten-containing cereals in genetically predisposed individuals. It is a lifelong autoimmune intestinal disorder. Damage to the mucosal surface of the small intestine is caused by an immunologically toxic reaction to the ingestion of gluten and interferes with the absorption of nutrients. Celiac Disease (CD) is unique in that a specific food component, gluten, has been identified as the trigger. Gluten is the common name for the offending proteins in specific cereal grains that are harmful to persons with celiac disease. These proteins are found in all forms of wheat (including durum, semolina, spelt, kamut, einkorn, and faro), and related grains: rye, barley, and triticale and must be eliminated.


CD was first described in the second century AD by Aretaeus of Cappadocia, a contemporary of the Roman physician Galen, who used the Greek word “koeliakos”, which means “suffering of the bowels”. However, only in 1888 AD did Samuel Gee of St. Bartholomew’s Hospital give the classical clinical description of CD.



The cause of Celiac Disease, also known as celiac sprue, or gluten sensitive enteropathy (GSE), is unknown. Celiac Disease occurs in 5-15% of the offspring and siblings of a person with celiac disease. In 70% of identical twin pairs, both twins have the disease. It is strongly suggested that family members be tested, even if asymptomatic. Family members who have an autoimmune disease are at a 25% increased risk of having celiac disease.


CD displays itself with the following symptoms:


• Recurring bloating, gas, or abdominal pain
• Chronic diarrhea or constipation or both

• Bone or joint pain
• Behavior changes/depression/irritability
• Vitamin K Deficiency
• Fatigue, weakness or lack of energy
• Delayed growth or onset of puberty
• Failure to thrive (in infants)
• Missed menstrual periods
• Infertility in male & female
• Spontaneous miscarriages
• Canker sores inside the mouth
• Tooth discoloration or loss of enamel

And many others.


In any case, there is little or no research on this disease in East Africa. The principal ideals behind this article are the commencement of an awareness program, with particular emphasis on CD and any other diseases that are not generally known about in the region. It is important that these are brought to the light and addressed duly by the concerned parties. There is also an urgent need to formally address the problem especially to those that can not possibly afford treatment and are generally ignorant.

I am in the process of establishing an awareness campaign concurrently with a patients’ association for Celiac disease in East Africa. I am still in infant stages and I am appealing for support and any form of assistance.
Creating Celiac Disease Awareness in Africa.

 Additional information from the internet:

This is yest to be published…..


Have a terrific weekend!!