We’re not in P.3 any more. We have (some) dime.

It was P.3, right? When we were taught about the “tourism sites” of Uganda. Teachers drummed them into our soft brains for exams and then we promptly forgot them to make space for P.4 work. That sucks.

When somebody posts about their plans of holidaying in Seychelles or Mombasa or Zanzibar, your first feeling is eh maamaa.  A big fat mango of Nugu. But when they post about going to Jinja or Mbale or Kabale, you’re like, whatever that one is traveling for work.

bunyonyi beauty

Nti work

Forget the notion that tourists are white men and women in short shorts, with fat cameras dangling from their necks. A tourist is anybody with enough  interest and good sense to explore their surroundings!

Like this goofy madam

Like this goofy madam

Take some of your salary out of the bar/ boutique and be that person with me. Spend a little on exploring the awesome rock that you live on.

Nze as Apenyo, I’ve made a conscious decision to learn more about Uganda and to travel as much as my 9-5 job will let me.

Come along? On the 8th of March, Sabili Tours is taking three busloads of people to Jinja for a day of sailing the Nile, bungee jumping, white water rafting and big, big fun. 185,000 is not much when you consider that you will be driven to and from Jinja, given  a scrumptious meal and free water the whole day.

You can even bring your babies who will get a meal, boat ride, refreshments and will swim all day (under the supervision of several adults). Their package is 75 bob.

We goooo we go!

we go


Unrelated: Go and be friends with Apenyo oso you.


My soles are worn out from dancing

I could listen to Lingala and Soukus all day, every day. I could walk tirelessly for miles, all fatigue obscured by my deep enjoyment.

When a track is particularly nice, I start to dance in my head. Sometimes this dancing enters my walk, so I can be striding purposefully to office when my leg  kicks out abruptly. Sometimes, my bums perform lifts and wobbles of their own volition! I almost never know which part of my body is going to decide to bring the party out of my head.

Today morning, I remembered the way Binyavanga described how he learnt to dance Lingala and nearly died laughing. He said, and I hope I remember right, that he was able to get the hang of it by telling himself to move like he had a terrible itch in his ass that could only be scratched by him revolving his pelvis in the manic way that Lingala requires, while keeping his upper body as stiff and nonchalant as possible.

Lucky for me, my body didn’t decide to start practicing on the street.


I love dancing and I love addmaya for that promo that got me my Beats by dre headphones. Life is good.

Unrelated but totally important, March 8th is a very special date. Sabili Tours is launching the first phase of its campaign: Around Uganda in 7 trips. One of my biggest dreams is to be a full time travel writer, but you know how dreams work. You start small small.

I am Sabili’s resident writer, which means I get to go on all their trips in exchange for kalango and words. Not bad, eh?

Come and we go? More details HERE

And now, a picture of meeee dancing!

Lets dance

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