Traditionally, Africans pass on an oral tradition, linking generations through the epochs of time - the past & the future. I started this blog in my first year at Makere University, as a feeble attempt book the discourse of my life & family, because it wasn't written anywhere, except folktales. This blog has stood the test of being ignored, change of blogging technology and questioning its very existence, but reading this stuff back to myself, I see why I'll keep it.
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My Mother's name was Nyakato Margaret. She was born in Kabura, in 1962 and she passed away in Kampala in February 2021. We buried her i...
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On Fri 20th Dec 2013, we were at Nkoma in Sembabule district, at the home of Mr. Martin Namanya, the husband to my aunt Jane Kabusiiri. It w...
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My First Red Boots were exactly like this pair For some reason, one of the most enduring memories of my childhood is the day my dad cam...
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This is for those of you who are new to the chat scene, or even 'hardened' chatters, who wonder what the dickens the abbreviations m...

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