Her veins popping out of her shiny dark brown forehead like tap roots, I watched her with building annoyance as she handed me her equally dark brown drooly baby. I hate it when people do this, hand me their children in a taxi because I do not have excess baggage.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve sat on the plane to Kampala and made a list of “All the things I will not repeat on my visit.”
Most of the points on my list usually involve Kampala (Kla) night-life situations, mostly because “Visiting Ugandans” aka "Summers" are known for
The first time I went to Owino Market, I went with my best friend. We had both just joined university, and the pressure to “appear” fashionable while there was so high that we needed to revamp our wardrobe. We had heard that they open new stock at dawn, so we
Back in 2010, going out in Fort Portal was always an adventure. Not only was I impressed by the vividness of the city during the evening hours, where its population of forty two thousand seemed to be in the streets and bars all at once, no, I was also impressed
It was the very first time I had ever really stayed out late. It was around 3 am, after my friend’s after party following his Kwanjula; a traditional wedding. That said, we turned up at Gurvnor; Kampala’s premier night spot in gomesis and Kanzus; our traditional attire. After dancing to