DADDY’S LONG LEGS

Daddy had long legs. He took long strides and I always had to run along trying to catch up with him. “Rahuka!” He would admonish, making me feel guilty for failing to keep up with his pace. Then he would stop a while, allow me to catch my breath, and resume walking, setting his wild…

She is too talkative in class

… what your teachers, parents and mentors may have deemed to be your weaknesses…. “She is too talkative in class”, read my class teacher’s report, end of Term III 1973. I was 8 and in Primary 3 at Shimoni Demonstration School, Kampala. I do not quite remember the reaction of my parents to this comment.…

The Christmas gifts

It was Christmas season 1972. My sister and I were so excited, we were going to attend a children’s Christmas party organized by the Bank of Uganda for the employees’ children. My mother worked in the currency section of the Bank then. I had a number of friends from school whose parents, especially mothers, worked…

 A glass of flowers

Was Maji just an ardent student and caring young man? Perhaps I could have handled him better.  He gave me flowers. The year is 1984, I am only 19. I am new at Makerere University, the most prestigious institution in Uganda at that time, so much that the name Makerere was synonymous with the word…

Multiplication Tables woes

I was made to stand in front of the class for the rest of the lesson. I was ashamed; I was angry, I was confused. But who was to blame? It is after morning break time, and the class is settling down. We are waiting for the mathematics teacher. Class four average age is 9…

“Go and wear it properly”

Do not laugh at little Alex. I know I could have been wiser. It is a bright sunny morning, in Mbarara Junior School, Western Uganda. The Primary One school children are running out to the field for the Physical Education (P.E.) lesson that precedes academics every morning. Some girls are walking with arms on each…

He gave me sweets

Last Friday, 23rd April 2015, I linked up with an old friend. We had been out of touch since 1977. As I alighted from the bus after a five hour journey, anxious to make another one hour leg by taxi to my village home, I had some business to take care of. I was meeting…