SNAKE IN A POT

Recently I had a very interesting conversation with my university going nieces. It turned out to be a very fascinating and revealing chat as I played out times of our lives at Makunika – forget about MUK, ours was always fondly referred to as Makunika probably adopted from the cables address of the university. As I happily relived the memories of those good old days, it was obvious that they did not even come minutely close to what we enjoyed as their marvel at my stories could hardly be suppressed. It is at that moment that I felt a little bit of sympathy for them. Where else will they ever get the opportunity to behave so stupidly and stand up to authorities without being locked up or sacked? I also asked myself what became of the good old university life, as it is known. In or around the year 1996, a few residents of Northcote Hall got involved in an ugly incident where it is alleged that they sprinkled broken glass in dishes that were being prepared for the Afrostone dinner (a ...

March 2010 will go down as a memorable month for so many reasons, most of them unpleasant I am afraid. At the beginning of February, I took a rest from running and any other workouts that would strain the underside of my right foot because according to the doctor ‘that was enough to ease the searing pain under there’. Come March 8th, the recommended 30 days had elapsed and I hoped by now I would be able to run. Although the pain had subsided a little, it was still there and my attempts to conjure up a run came to a grinding halt just after 1.2 km. I could not afford to run any further and walking back home proved to be such a painful affair that by the time I got home, I needed some ice to soothe the pain that was now raging like a fire underneath my foot. I blamed it on the humid weather in Accra (they call it Anti Cold Climate Running Association) and when I returned to Kampala, I decided to see a ‘Specialist’. They (specialists) come up with professional names for all sort of...