Kibuule’s utterances and my silent humiliation.

I received a message from a friend this afternoon saying that according to him,my comment was the missing link on Kibuule’s utterances. He asked if I had posted something on Twitter!


No I haven't: and my silence on this issue doesn’t mean that I haven’t seen or been incensed by it. I’m still recovering from something that happened to me on Monday, plus the pile of work I had to put out this week, has not given me a chance to comment. In fact, as far as my work is concerned, between 10am-12pm yesterday on twitter,the #kibuule hashtag was moving alongside #UGMedia . #UGMedia is a discussion by Kalundi Serumaga on Uganda’s media.


I will now project my bow on Kibuule: he represents a section of men who without any respect, see every woman as their prey. They shoot to kill at whatever cost: some with their words and others with their actions.
I have read somewhere, that any unwelcome sexual advance equates to sexual harassment. I also know that as a woman, my body visibly attracts male attention. So,I make an effort, despite many temptation to dress decently.


I was however drawn into a helpless and passive situation early this week, when in the process of greeting someone, they offered to give me a hug, which I quickly disguised by offering my hand on the side; this is what most people call the side- hug. I found out along time ago that this was the best way to avoid embarrassing situations with guys, who in the name of giving you a hug, touch your body inappropriately.


So, when I reached out with my side hug, this man’s hand navigated the back of my blouse, tagged at my bra and snapped it. All this happened in less than a minute.


With the bile rising from the violation of my privacy and ownership of my body, I turned straight up and caught the smug look on his face. I wished I could slappppppppppppppppp this man so hard or at least pull at his ……. But I was thrown into a state of passiveness. Humiliation engulfed my spirit and I cringed at the just how much this man had evaded my privacy.
So today, I will sign the petition to censure Kibuule because men with thoughts like his, need a lesson in the beauty embodied by femininity.

Naguru Lights!!

As I walk through Naguru this evening, I marvel at the artistic illumination of darkness over the hills. I stand and gaze at the harmonious galaxy of lights. Not aligned in any order like the blue lights on the runway at night,but their effort to glow calms my senses.

With my eyes closed, and neck stretched out, my mind wanders as the soft wind gently caresses my cheek. Thoughts of loved ones in faraway lands linger on my mind; wishing they were here to share this moment with me.

One sigh, two sighs…. seven sighs, and as the air reaches to the depths of my toes, the cares of today, those that may have been leftover from yesterday subside.

And just like daylight wanes, and darkness takes over, giving those lights a chance to shine, I gain courage that this star will shine.