MugishaX Diary

  Dear Diary, Interesting things have happened today! But let me fill you in. On Monday I and other fellows and the H ea d teachers of their respective schools had a meeting with the Teach for Uganda Training and Support, the managing director , the heads of Training and Programs. It was a fruitful one, I would say with a itching throat. But i strongly believe that that communication was made with clarity of a crystal ball.  The rest of the week followed in the mood previously set but the events within  were finger lickin' good :-) Most of my lower primary pupils received a gift in exchange for a sizeable bag of plastics collected from and around their homes and communities. The gifts included toys of cars, airplanes, plastic balls, whistles, pencils, among others. Their happiness in showing me what they had gotten in exchange for what the community had deemed trash , was relieving; it was a contagious happiness that in turn filled me to the brim. Credit: Namu...

  Dear diary, Today I played my part - as usual, in building the nation! I woke up in spite of all ill feeling to put a brick on the house I’ve started building since this year. The children look so happy every time we meet. Minds fresh, with renewed energy for learning every day. I can already tell that something is happening. I know it, they know it. My projection is that by the end of this year, our interactions and engagement will have affected us both - I them, with English, and they I, with Lusoga/Lukono. This has been evident in the past two weeks that I have been making home visits. No local language? Fine, I managed to communicate with their parents with excellence of a stolen ballot and they were present every step of the way. Rephrasing the pronunciations of words and questions (in the local language) I jotted in my notebook with the help of a colleague - as a guiding questionnaire and expected list of  responses. Just this action in itself have given me ...

( A piece performed at the closure of a training institute at African Bible University organized by Teach for Uganda. Written and performed by Fred Sunday Mugisha, Robinah Kobuzare and Geoffrey Ojok in order of appearance) Dear Child, I am writing to you from light years away I know you’re struggling, but I am certain you will be okay. I felt an endless bottomless bitterness when I saw you the other day. I wish I could tell you that it’s gonna be different, but I just can’t. What I can do though, is to share some insights, Insights that embracing, will see you to posterity of joy, fulfillment and life, Life of experiences crafted and allowed by you – for you. Dear Child, Seasons will come when you’ll feel betrayed, by almost everything roundabout You’ll experience the grip of loneliness and solitude as an eagle above the clouds In a familiar crowd, yet so alone and distant - locked in your own reality, finding solace from within but sometimes it’s just unbearable ...

  Dear Child, I am writing to you from light years away I know you’re struggling, but I am certain you will be okay. I felt an endless bottomless bitterness when I saw you the other day. I wish I could tell you that it’s gonna be different, but I just can’t. What I can do though, is to share some insights, Insights that embracing, will see you to posterity of joy, fulfillment and life, Life of experiences crafted and allowed by you – for you. Dear Child, Seasons will come when you’ll feel betrayed, by almost everything roundabout You’ll experience the grip of loneliness and solitude as an eagle above the clouds In a familiar crowd, yet so alone and distant - locked in your own reality, finding solace from within but sometimes it’s just unbearable You can’t help but feel lost, -depressed, -insufficient, -destitute, -angry and -hungry. Evidence of adequacy yet the in-charges don’t give a care about what matters most It’s easier to go to a luncheon succeede...