When a Nation Stops Caring: Mob Justice, Broken Systems, and a Dead Athlete
RIP Sydney Gongodyo.
Unless we develop a backbone for each other as Ugandans, we shall continue to suffer.
A Cry to Ugandan Sports Federations: a Surgery, a Death, and the Silence After Maxine
Now that the late Maxine has been laid to rest, her story, just like every other Ugandan event that ideally should spark a form of action, will also be laid to rest. It will end with people nodding their heads and uttering, “It’s painful.”
60 Rejections Later…
I laughed. I told her about something most people don’t know about me. I had no offer for university (local and international) after senior six. I was among the worst performers at my school. More so, I attended one of the best schools in the country. I think that was my first experience of depression and stress. What killed me most was the 60 rejection letters I read from universities and colleges in the USA. You read that right. 60 REJECTION LETTERS. If the theory that the more we get rejected, the more we get used to rejection is correct, I shouldn’t even have any emotions for rejection at this point in my life.
Breaking the Sidelines: Women Rewriting the Story of Sport
A little detour, I think one of the best pieces of advice I have received time and again has been, “Invest in yourself.”
Untold Stories at the Women’s Basketball World Cup 2026 Qualifying Tournaments
Rose dreams of setting up infrastructure and systems to support, mentor, and equip girls with skill sets to thrive in the basketball world.
“I want to get as many girls involved in basketball as I can.”
With every minute Rose spends on the court, she wears the South Sudanese jersey with pride.
The Story I Didn’t Tell for 10 Years
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University Sports Infrastructure Shouldn’t be an Afterthought
When I got a short playing stint with Makerere University, I was equally shocked about the challenges we had to shoulder as athletes. First, we had one basketball court used for practice and game day. The University has two outdoor basketball courts, but one (pool court) was “kidnapped” by the community and turned into a pickup spot.
Born with Three Holes in the Heart: 15 Candles Later
Baby Je is now 15 years old. He has impaired speech (during the surgery, the brain didn’t receive enough oxygen), he is on the autism spectrum and takes medication each day of his life to keep him afloat. But you want to know the most beautiful thing that has happened beyond baby Je. Three years ago, my mother, frustrated by how autistic children are treated in society (having seen the treatment baby Je received in public spaces), set out to create a group of mothers who care about their children on the autism spectrum.
Rethinking Fan Attendance: Why Should I Leave the Comfort of my Sofa to go Watch AFCON Live?
I was recently pondering why AFCON is a top tournament on the continent, but it’s still struggling beyond just the issue addressed in this article. Particularly, I am puzzled when most Africans ask questions like, “Is AFCON a qualification tournament for the World Cup?” Or when an African diehard for the English Premier League states, “I don’t even know anything about AFCON apart from the fact that one or two of our players won’t be playing the next couple of EPL games.”
We Thought we Would be Helping the Needy by a Certain Age: Who is the Needy Now?
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