This is where it goes after it gets off the front page. This is backstage sniffing dust with roadies.
It is Sunday. It is late on Sunday. It is the cusp of ten PM. Rated Next ended today, Tujuane was on in Kenya, some football was played somewhere and mobile data is being a trick on both Orange and MTN. Then this tweet comes in: @bazanye Your thoughts on social media as a tool [...]
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There are people who think Michael Bolton’s music is romantic. They think listening to Michael Bolton sing creates a romantic mood which heightens the pheromone densities in the air and escalates the gettin’ down of couples. It does, in a way, I guess. But let’s not pretend that is a good thing. This is [...]
Share on FacebookThe thing with blogs, even if they disguise themselves with “dot com” instead of “dot wordpress dot com” and even if the reference to that disguise is made without periods due to ain’t nobody gatting time for that because they are typing in a rush is that they look emptiest when their writer is busiest. [...]
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Thingism is the life philosophy which holds that the perpetual hunt for and accumulation of shiny, cool material stuff is the key to, well, not to happiness, but to forestalling the ever-looming ennui and dread that is always encroaching, threatening to engulf us in darkness, which is the next best thing. Don’t weep [...]
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The world famous parliament of Uganda, renown for such hits as the Bahati Bill, aka the Kill The Gays Bill, is now talking about a law that makes miniskirts illegal. The details are here, where people more inclined to details write them down and publish them. My concern is the general furore, the cloud [...]
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I heard that some of you may be in Kigali reading this. First of all, thanks for reading and I hope you are enjoying the posts. Secondly, if you happen to be in Kigali and you meet a chick called Patience, don’t believe anything she says. That chick is lying. I don’t know her. I [...]
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Chicken are evil and must all be killed. Well, eventually, they all are (no hen dies of old age) but I think the authorities need to step up the pace and either kill them all NOW or, at the very least, damage their throats so that they are unable to crow at my window at [...]
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I have been quiet? No, I haven’t. I am always working. If I am not at Vision, I am at ULK, and if I am not there, I am in my secret chambers where I work as a mercenary. Ghostwriting, editing, hell I may even be partially responsible for some of the adverts [...]
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Beyonce apparently didn’t sing at the Inaguration Ceremony. She just took the stage, opened her mouth and lip-synched. Or “mimed”, as it is called in Uganda. Or “didn’t really do anything” it is also called, because no matter how much applause you got at your school talent show, miming is not a talent. [...]
Share on FacebookWhat does a novelist do when he or she (he in this case) finds himself in Uganda, where neither Penguin, Random House, Barnes nor Noble ever set foot? Does he fly to America? But he wasn’t given a visa. So does he then not write the novel. That’s what I did. Or that’s what I [...]
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