Beewol’s Blog

Hacking the Finance Hoodoo

Hacking the Finance Hoodoo

There is a widespread school of thought that proposes that to make it in this life, one must be prepared to fake it. Unfortunately for many people, faking it has become a mantra by which they live, so much that they have now forgotten how to actually be genuine and[...]
Street Questions

Street Questions

In almost every town you visit in Uganda, you will bump into kids lining the streets, not to welcome you or wish you well, but with their hands out - in search of food and money. The phenomenon of street kids is one that has been with us for decades[...]
A BeyHive of Property Owners

A BeyHive of Property Owners

When the world was struggling through the Global Financial Crisis in 2007/8 teenagers at the time were more interested in the phenomenon that was Beyonce. At the start of the crisis, in 2007, Beyoncé embarked on The Beyoncé Experience, her first worldwide concert tour, performing in 97 venues and grossing[...]
Cash-strapped Parenting

Cash-strapped Parenting

Parenting is a nightmare - one that you very rarely wake up from. Nightmares are often bearable because at some point you wake up and swing back into the real world. Parenting is something else, it is a never-ending series of odd jobs with little yet irregular pay. The day you[...]
An Opera at the Campsite

An Opera at the Campsite

A few years ago, while on one of my camping escapades somewhere on the hills of Kabale in Western Uganda, I came to the realization that camping is a way of life for brave men and women. People who often go camping are the ones who will be allowed into[...]
The Marriage Games

The Marriage Games

One of my fondest memories growing up was playing the ‘mummy and daddy’ game. This, for those who have no idea, was a game designed for young kids to experience the thrills of marriage without enduring the stress of huge budgets, actual responsibilities and demons of divorce. For a few[...]
The ViGIRLantes - Part 1

The ViGIRLantes - Part 1

Hannah waited in the shadows as the three men approached. She had mastered the art of quiet patience and could easily and stealthily lay in wait for hours - if she needed to. Tonight was no different from the previous nights. The neighbourhood was different, the targets were different, the[...]
Tears for the Uganda Cranes

Tears for the Uganda Cranes

The first time football ever made me cry was in 1994. That year’s World Cup brought tears to my eyes for several reasons. Yes, the final was a tear-jerking spectacle, especially if you were rooting for the Azzurri but the game that really made me cry like an infant was[...]
Your Life - Your Death!

Your Life - Your Death!

As a storyteller who makes a lot of noise on the internet, I get invited to a number of events in and around the city. The reasons for being invited usually vary - some being noble and kind, and others being sneaky and underhanded. Sometimes people invite you to their[...]
The Joy of Growing Up

The Joy of Growing Up

Growing up in Africa is so much fun. The vast majority of African kids enjoy an interesting childhood littered with wild dreams and aspirations that could swing from one end of the spectrum to the other with no warning or procedure. When I was a little boy reading books like[...]
8 Ultimate Pleasures

8 Ultimate Pleasures

One can never truly live without experiencing some of pleasure or displeasure. There are thousands of pleasures we usually attain in this life and each pleasure creates a different level of satisfaction within. Some pleasures are really just little bits and pieces of joy while others are deep and fully[...]
Q Balling to Win

Q Balling to Win

The internet has proven over the years that it is a great resource for acquisition of many things including knowledge and skills, relationships and partnerships plus all manner of opportunities and benefits among other things. With the advent of online shopping, one can be able to access goods and services[...]
Fancy Meetings in Munyonyo

Fancy Meetings in Munyonyo

When you're a freelancer in this big beautiful city of Kampala, you have no option but to learn almost every corner of the city. Since you are running away from paying rent for office space, you will most likely find yourself camping in several restaurants, cafes and public work spaces[...]
Eventide Reflections

Eventide Reflections

Towards the end of every year, it seems customary that there is often a struggle for dominance between joy and sadness. Either the floodgates of tragedy open and several lives are lost just before the year approaches its evening or there is a race to get in as much happiness[...]
Emotional Rebirth

Emotional Rebirth

Once upon a time, the world was a quiet, lonely and cold place devoid of emotional expression. People rarely expressed sentiment and those who did were careful about how or to whom they did it. One only ever heard I Love You from one’s parents or from one’s partner, and not[...]
Must Eat Sally

Must Eat Sally

It is very likely that I have one of the most ferocious and untamed appetites in the whole of East Africa. I can have four or five heavy meals a day and still go to bed feeling hungry. Sometimes I will wake up late in the night to fix myself[...]
Men at a Shower

Men at a Shower

Attending birthdays, weddings, cocktails and other such fun gatherings is generally a great thing to do in Kampala. If you are an unemployed sworn bachelor surviving by the mercy of the Universe, not only do these gatherings give you an opportunity to enjoy free meals and thus cut down on[...]
A Two Year Promise

A Two Year Promise

It is September 17th, 2016. I am scrolling through Facebook and looking at joyful posts by successful people, affirmations of sentiment by couples fresh in love and deep quotes by self made motivational speakers. All this I do while on my bed, in the wee hours of the morning. There[...]
Open Letter to Epolon YKM

Open Letter to Epolon YKM

Yoga noi Epolon YKM, In my native tongue Ateso, epolon is an old man. I come from a lovely place named Serere where old people are treated like royalty; they are respected, treasured and accorded utmost honour. There are two ways one qualifies to become epolon. One becomes epolon by virtue[...]
An Island of Nonchalant Monkeys, Concoctions and Artistry

An Island of Nonchalant Monkeys, Concoctions and Artistry

A long time ago, before I went bald and before I left my parents’ house, my mum worked tirelessly hard teaching me to read and write. She spent countless hours shoving impossibly difficult writings my way just so I could some day maybe become good with words – both spoken[...]