Crossing Borders: Once I Arrived
This article wasn’t supposed to start like this. Unfortunately, I had to write it this way, and you had to read it this way.
On Friendship, Dreams, and Goodbyes
Unfortunately, I don’t know how I can now uplift you as you lie speechless physically, but busy educating the other angels in heaven. The news of your death crushed every bone in my body. Your birthday passed, but adulthood had me moving up and down, thinking I would make a call sometime when I am relaxed and settled. Indeed, part of adulthood is learning to live with the quiet grief of those we have lost.
That One Dark Morning in Kisenyi
As soon as I sat down, a man came over and sat to my right. My heart was in my mouth. I was ready to give him whatever he wanted. It was like this wasn’t enough to scare life out of me. Another man came and sat to my left. One thing ran through my head, “This is the day the Lord has made to take me.”
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.