I watched a man die

November 2013, Najjera, Kampala. It must have been approaching midnight when something startled me from my sleep. I woke up and heard the noise, my heart thudding. When you’re a single woman living in a two-bedroomed house in a sparsely populated area with low fences then yes, your heart is going to thud when you … More I watched a man die

In Kampala

  No one ever complains Try greeting your average Kampalan and listen out for their response. “Jebale ssebo” “Kale ssebo. Naawe jebale.” “So how are things?” Things can be anything from work, family, health to the plot of land our ssebo is developing somewhere on Gayaza Road. “Oh, I can’t complain.” Ask the same of … More In Kampala