SNAKE IN A POT

Towards the end of this year, we lost one of the most intelligent young men I have ever known and had opportunity to sit with in Class. Duncan Kasozi was my classmate and we sat technically next to each other for most of the time during our days at Makerere University. Just like me, he was not legendary for his extreme design abilities but he was very fundamental to the Class of 96. He was a gentle person and soft spoken. Very good at especially mathematics and structures, he was always willing to help a few of us who may have lagged behind or were not good enough. He was very reserved and yet full of humor. He was always a good friend. We always studied and joked together. DK always had a smile. I cant remember any time he was cross with any one. He had a very laid back attitude, always minding his own business but when you managed to break through that veneer around him, you found a very warm person full of jokes for every situation. It was hard to get sad or feel depre...

Going for a hash outside the boundaries of Kampala is a ridiculously a big affair for some of us folks. We have to plan what to wear, who to tap a lift from and whether to use that dreaded bus or not. It requires meticulous planning. One can only imagine the amount of time put into planning for a hash event that is taking place in ‘outside countries’. Word around town immediately after the Ghana contingent returned was that some of them missed their flights while others found out at Kotoka International airport –apparently all ready to depart for Kampala – that they were not scheduled to fly till after 24 hrs. Clueless travel agents or inability to interpret the 24-hr clock? Your guess is as good as mine. Plans to make the best of it were drawn as soon as it was announced that the Pan Africa Hash was to be hosted by the Anti Cold Climate Running Association (ACCRA) H3. I volunteered to host as many hashers as possible risking the wrath of Mrs K. Not giving room to the notio...