One day I traveled to my home district of Kyankwanzi by bus. That journey nearly got me and the entire crew aboard the Hoima-Kampala bus into a nasty accident. Somewhere in the middle of the journey on the Kampala-Hoima highway, which is passes through part of Kyankwanzi district on the gateway, the bus turned from a corner only to find a long trailer packed menacingly across the roads at Mulwana's farm. The driver rather than knock the trailer in the sides head-on, tried to skirt the road, and bumpy ride started until he plunged it in a head of sand as you enter the town
The date was 16th July 2007.
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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