The Sun Doesn’t Sleep Here
Three and a half hours later, I suddenly drifted out of slumberland. As soon as I opened my eyes, the strong sun rays forced me to blink endlessly. The coach noticed I was back to life and announced, “We are in Devil’s Lake.” I instinctively responded, “We have arrived so early,”
He smiled and said, “It’s almost 8:00 pm.”
Bringing Micheal Home: When Grief Crosses Borders
He had a genuine smile showing his well-aligned dental formula – teeth as white as snow – and the cheek smile lines curved out. There were twinkles in both eyes sharing in the smile. His eye buds had curved to the radiance of his face…
When Hope is Scarce: The Hidden Crisis of Injured Athletes in Uganda
I took this picture the evening I was told I had an ACL surgery. I stared at the picture and my eyes betrayed all the emotion I wanted to…
When the Court Feels Like a Battle Field: Healing and Rediscovery
I was alive but dead at the time this picture was taken. Each day felt heavier than the previous day. “On this team I only want Martha,…
Africa is a Shithole: From Insult to Insight Examining Trump’s Remark and its Reflection in African Sports.
When you think of African Sports journalism, Usher Komugisha should be among your first go-to individuals. When Trump called Africa a…
The Unseen Battle: Struggling With Faith, Injury, and Hope
Smile. What is the worst that could have happened this year? Recently I have been so conflicted about God and life. I have been battling…
Big Foot Athletes: Smiles for Shoes
Some of the shoes that were donated. I witnessed what an expectant father looked like in 2010. He was pacing the maternity ward…
Sr. Namuli: Mother to Many
Sr. Suzan Centre with me, Carol Nakimera (Dr.), and Mirembe Cleopatra (Dr.) at the Namagunga convent during our last year of high school….
One by One … Makes a Bando!
Your contribution is highly appreciated. “Bang!” Cheers and claps, applauding the display of athleticism, filled the air. “No! No!” I…
What Goes on in an Athlete’s Mind with a Season-Ending Injury (4).
Part 4 With the second lockdown in Rwanda, I returned to Uganda, where I kept working hard at my basketball craft. I believed the game…