March Recap

A new month is here. April. The month of rains. The month when Rwanda commemorates the genocide. This year it will be the 17th. The commemoration starts today. Let us join hands with our brothers and sisters of Rwanda and with one voice say: “NEVER AGAIN!”

This is a late post…a very late post.

This post should have been here about 5 days ago but as you know I am a busy man. Please do not point a finger. I already have enough issues to deal with. Thank you. Please bare with me as I rant…

In March, here in Uganda we wre still electing our leaders. On 14th, we had a re-run of the Kampala Mayoral elections.  Eria Lukwago won. My candidate, Sandra Ngabo lost. 

We had a number of public holidays: Women’s Day, Poetry Day, Tuberculosis Day, World Water Day. We are still parying for all the war ravaged countries – Yemen and Libya are cases in point.

Let us save our environment – Earth Hour

I found this and I thought I should share.  Have a blessed month. May God grant you all that you desires. May He direct your footsteps.


A week ago, while the new Lord Mayor of Kampala Hon. Elias Lukwago was chilling at home, trying to wind down after that hectic campaign schedule. He was sipping a cup of tea when his phone rang.

He asks his twin daughter to pass it on to him.

Phone: Riing riing

Lukwago: (picks it) Hello!

Seya: Yee Ssebo

Lukwago: Hello..Hello…I’m not getting you clearly.

Seya: Network is shaking heavily.

Lukwago: I can’t hear you, sir.

Seya: Extend further if you are not hearing.

Lukwago: Well, that’s much better. I can now hear you.

Seya: Congratulations.

Lukwago: Thank you. May I please know who I’m talking to?

Seya: The mayor.

Lukwago: Shya! Which mayor?

Seya: Of Kampala.

Lukwago: Unless you are a nightmare.

Seya: No, even during the day, I am still Hajji Nasser Sebaggala. But call me Seya.

Lukwago: Sorry, I thought it was an imposter.

Seya: No, no, no, I never had posters this time.

Lukwago: I mean imposter. Someone who disguised himself as somebody else is an imposter.

Seya: I don’t know that one. I never saw his disgusting poster.

Lukwago: Anyway, so what’s cooking?

Seya: Eh, Lukwago! You have a big nose! How could you smell it from there? Actually It’s Biringanya. My wife is in the kitchen roasting it.

Lukwago: Haha… So, why did you call me?

Seya: I calling to tell you know that city council is not easy.

Lukwago: What do you mean?

Seya: You have to be careless with the people.

Lukwago: I don’t understand.

Seya: You have to care less about their deals.They are terrific.

Lukwago: I’m confused. What makes them terrific?

Seya: They terrify you with threatenings of death if you don’t get similar with their plans.

Lukwago: Don’t worry; I will handle them my way.

Seya: You can’t find them on your way. They stay in posho areas like Kololo, Naguru, etc.

Lukwago: Leave them to me. Anyways, sorry, I didn’t come to visit you at Nakasero hospital when you were feared dead.

Seya: Yah, that was a seriously terrible. They announced along the radio that I had died.

Lukwago: But what exactly happened?

Seya: The degree of sugar had risen in the blood. The doctor admitted me and put me on bottles of water.

Lukwago: That was sad.

Seya: No, no. It was pressure. The doctor treated me and after two days, I was dispatched.

Lukwago: That’s good to hear.

Seya: Anyway, another thing I called to congratulation you for being elected and wish you good in your term of office.

Lukwago: Thank you. So, I heard rumors that you’ve had enough, how do you desire to retire?

Seya: Stop discussing history. And it is the newspapers that think that. Desire was just a friend.

Speak soon Bye


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