I looked at the broom and its symbolic timing (midyear). I found myself drifting to the things I needed to sweep out of my life at this point of 2020 in order to have a go at this next half of the year bigger and better.
On that fateful day, after receiving my math paper I sauntered back to my seat and when the teacher asked the reason for the persistent poor performance in Math, I boldly told him that in my family, no one was good at math so I was no different. “This is public knowledge, at home we excel in English and Social Studies” adding that my parents and siblings could attest to that fact. I added defiantly. The teacher could not believe his ears.
Often when I am walking to get groceries, I watch other walkers like myself and wonder what their stories are and how they are handling this whole Corona thing.
Ritah says he showed up at her workplace on time and they went to Kembabazi’s restaurant. “We made small talk as we started on our food and then I congratulated him on the wedding. I can explain, he said.
Apologies rolled off his tongue the way saliva forms in the mouth, she says. Ritah adds that part of her believed things would magically change for the better but they didn’t.
It was a warm Saturday and they had agreed to meet in Bugolobi a Kampala suburb. “I was running late, I apologised in advance in a text message so I found him waiting seated in corner at Bamboo Nest Bar eyes glued to his phone.
“Tell the story of the mountain you climbed. Your words could become a page in someone else’s survival guide.”
This morning I was on social media (twitter) minding my own business when I saw the #Whatnext #Wherearejobs for fresh graduates! Okey, its a lie, on social media we are minding everyone’s business but our own- not the purpose of this article. I have seen this hashtag for a while and have been ignoring it until I saw it again this morning. This was the prompt I needed so here is me adding to the already unsolicited advice out there:)
Bannet asked the herdsman if they had ever seen Bachwezi. I can recall tales from back in primary school Social Studies. They used to say Bachwezi lived in those hills. The herdsman, let’s call him Muntu said he could neither confirm or deny knowledge of them. He however added that there are incidents that happen on those hills that confirm the tales that the Bachwezi still exist.
It was in that moment as I saw the smile wedged on my father’s face as he told me to take the “farmer’s” picture that my parents bequest to me revealed itself. It’s not the material things, no.