What a Wow!

Every good thing starts at the door. Someone said that, I forget who. Well, that’s where I found myself on Day 1-stuck at the door with no access and no one in sight.
Like a bird, I perched at the wings and waited for rescue. That came in the form of a burly fellow with ear pods plugged I would later discover was the project manager.

Into the maze of cubes I emerged where our first facilitator -‘not trainer’, she said- I found. Lindah had a ready smile and a coy demeanor. She spoke with a convincing at times hesitant voice that was totally transformed when she got behind the camera; no wonder she ruled the NBS waves in the Evening when heads are tired and attention needs grabbing. She had our full attention teaching effective writing and always arrested us when we veered off her mantra-keep it short, precise and captivating!

The tall, dark and handsome Dr. Aaron was next and his unorthodox style of teaching was endearing even though it was a serious topic-Monetizing a blog. His vivid examples with relatable scenarios made the topic easy to comprehend and by the end of his sessions, we were fully marinated-a word he used for how you should pamper your target audience in order to sell them your value proposition.

While we were getting the hang of the thing, we were jerked off our seats when an officer-in full uniform- showed up in week 3. Dr. Kamya, however, quickly dispelled our fears promising we could only get on the wrong side of the law if we broke the law-Communication, Cyber and all in between. Who better to teach the law than an officer of the law, we agreed. We promised to keep our work factual and true.

If unassuming and self-deprecating had a name it would be the last facilitator. A married man without a ring, a Munyankore without cows, Mr.Baguma taught us that we should never let the world define who we are or what we set out to do. It was interesting analysing what was the Truth and what was Reality and the objective opinions that defined those shades.

It’s been a fun filled and thoroughly enriching month and it’s my deepest conviction that I will write blogs like Lindah, sell an idea like Jotham, be as convincing as Dr Aaron in getting a bunch of marketing associates to consult with Timothy who turned a dream on the wheels of five crates of Ale into a billion shilling sponsorship deal!

To my fellow trainees, it’s been a blast. Catch you on the other side of heaven! Evoking, isn’t it?





Nothing ever prepared you for the bullying. We arrived in S.1 wet behind the ears and eager to learn, and boy did we learn. We learnt that we were there ‘to be seen-not to be heard’; learnt that we no longer had names-we were now collectively called ‘bapya‘ with an exclamation mark! We learnt how to buy our bullies an assortment of snacks from the canteen with our pocket money and even give them balance: the bully would bark, “Genda ondetele embanwo, mandazi, sumbi…atte leta ne balance gwe mupya gwe!”

When the beating started, we were totally unprepared. The whole affair was out of our worst horror movies. Hearing those blood-churning screams in the dead of the night always made you stay up till morning. When you woke to see that friend limping to the dispensary, you could only thank God it wasn’t you. No one wished to suffer those mitayimbwa (iron bars).

There were other lesser punishments of course but they were equally demoralizing. There was this time you got back from the night prep, dived onto your bunk, only to fall into a pool of sewage. The bullies had come up with this thing where they took basins of excrement from the congested latrines and poured this murk on your bed using your mattress as a suction. They then carefully placed your blanket atop the mess in such a way that the blanket didn’t soak. You only got the memo when you dived on the bed and were fully immersed in that filth!

We were fully indoctrinated into a system that pushed us to grow a thick skin, that made men out of us before our time. One that taught us to push our chins out and take a punch even when it wasn’t solicited. We learnt the ‘hard knock’ way.

About moi…

I am a creative writer with a leaning towards life stories. The day to day goings-on of life interest me immensely, and I see myself not just as an active participant but a silent observer watching and storing what I see on a daily. I believe there is a story in every activity and someone willing to tell it.

A family man, I find a lot of content from my children and their colorful stories are a joy to write. A very full childhood in a loving family built a fodder of timeless memories that have formed the rest of my stories. It’s from this basket of fond memories that I have also written, causing nostalgic remembrances from my readers.

I mainly thrive off short stories as I believe they capture and store the richness of what I intend to communicate. However, I am endeavoring to try my hand at longer pieces as I grow.
Fiction greatly captivates me and I have been mainly been captivated by African writers and their use of relatable stories told with all the unique tools like proverbs and idioms. No one tells a story like an African!

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