I have a belief that people by passed the social media blockage, not as a means of defiance, but because they are as hungry as I am, for knowledge about their country.
Call me uninformed, unconcerned, or any other words you may choose, but I gladly admit to the fact that I currently do not know three quarters of the ministers of my country. I have no knowledge whatsoever about the number of districts we currently have, and the different members of parliament representing them. I cannot differentiate the role of the police, from that of the security guards and the army. I am also nursing a pinching fact that I know not my rights, and who I should report to incase they are being violated.
I took a stroll down to the bridge that connects Bukoto to Kisasi late Saturday night, to catch a glimpse of the world outside mine. I wanted to see crowds filled with celebration having heard the announcement and declaration of the new President of Uganda
She skillfully dug through the white walls of the sticky fibers that covered up a large, yellow and juicy flesh. The anxiety with which she tore the jackfruit, held me in the same position, and made me watch her every move. The manner with which I looked on, each time she placed the fruit in her mouth, led her to find a need to communicate.
“We have a lot of fruits in our home”, the ten year old said, “Sometimes I pack and go with it to school”