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July 2015

WHO AM I?

I thought I should say a little about myself. Nothing fancy. Just a simple narrative about me.  You could call it my CV, but this is much more fun. No tension,  no job application on the line, just life,  it’s pleasures and downsides.

I am tempted to start it with the family lineage.  From my great grand parents and their migration into East Africa, why they chose Uganda and how they finally ended up in Fort portal, but that’s a story for another day. I promise to sit down with my father and grandmother over a cup of coffee soon to do a write up of all that information.  I have heard the stories several times but I don’t want to write about them without ‘full proof.’ Not like they have them documented anywhere but their heads…

I am the 8th of 11 children,  for now… I come before 3 beautiful sisters, after 5 brothers and 2 other sisters. I know some people that have issues with numbers have pulled out their scientific calculators. Fidgeting with tan and cos. Haha, it’s not really that hard.

I am a December born so I have always heard special attachments to Christmas. Mainly because we never really celebrated our birthdays. Christmas was the closest thing I heard to a birthday celebration.

I was never one of the most intelligent kids in class in my younger days. I was also never among the worst. On good days I would find myself among the top 10 in the class. A very disciplined student. I only got beaten on assembly once in my 7 years of Primary.  I was in Primary 5 and my ingenious brother suggested that we skip the evening assembly,  so we strolled home on a Friday evening, just a few meters from home, we met the head teacher.  He grilled us and told us to see him on Monday morning at the assembly.  That was my worst weekend ever. That was Buhinga Primary school.  7 faithful years. I did fairly well. I made it to my first choice school.

Ntare School is where I went for my high school. It was six fun filled years there! Given that the sports facilities were outside the school fence, the gates were open every evening, and from 1pm every weekend. We had weekend plot,  If it wasn’t a show it was a debate or a discussion an SU conference. I was there. I went on to become debate club chair,  played on the school basketball team, scripture union secretary, I did drama (wrote, directed, acted plays)… I did it all.

Business school had never been my dream destination.  I wanted to do a talking job.  Mass com or journalism, I even considered law at a certain point in my life. I ended up in the Procurement and Supply Chain management class. On my first day at University, I had no idea what it is I had signed up for. (In all fairness, many of my friends thought I was dealing in chains.) When class finally begun, I understood everything from day one. I had never felt more intelligent in my life! The concepts made sense to me with not much of a struggle at all. I loved being at business school.

It’s been 4, coming to 5 years now at the workplace,  I have done several things, all in line with my career but that old craving for a much more fun environment as opposed to processes and systems is slowly creeping back. I can’t seem to crack the whole idea of just keeping the wheel going.  Spending my life in excel sheets and trackers. It’s clearly not meant for me or I am not meant for it.

This is the boring part. Soon I will move on to more intriguing stuff, zoom in more on my beliefs, passions, thoughts and perspective towards life. For this I will take inspiration from Michelangelo, “Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.” Some day this statue will come to life.

Who am I?

LET’S START FROM THE START

Well, I should have started doing this a while back. I could list a number of reasons as to why I did not, I could blame it on the several social media platforms that I subscribe to, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram… there seems to be so many avenues for writing, ranting, getting people’s attention to what one would like to say.

Then again, there is nothing quite like a good blog. May be the real reason I have not done this is the fear that I will not be consistent. That I will not do it as well as I would love to. So I worry about what I my fail to do right. That it will be another site I open but never really get to engage and maximize its full potential. Some times I worry about the content I will put up, what if I run out of ideas, do I want to write about politics, love, Africa, wild life, business, movies. Do I want to write about it all or just specialize on one or two topics. Do I want to write about self or about the environment. Feelings, or logical thinking.

What audience do I want to appeal to? Is it lovers of sports, religion, government, business people looking for reviews of products, students of culture seeking to learn about the African way of life or is it the lovers of fiction on the look out for any good read, is it to the hopeless romantics, digging up new ideas on how to impress their loved ones, career people, in search of ideas on how to rekindle their failing careers, do I want to be a motivational writer, comic, joker, analytical thinker?

One would imagine that by the time I finally decide to do this, I have it all figured out. I have a review of myself, I define myself in one way or the other. I love to read people’s profiles and they have themselves well thought out, Political analyst, Philosopher, some even love doctors. I am not going to define this. I am going to do it and I hope well and long enough for it to define me instead. I will write from my passions. Talk about life from my perspective. I will love doing this, because I love narratives and some day when I look back to this my preamble, I hope I will smile and say to myself, “I am glad I did it.” Then I will turn to self and ask, “What took you so long?”

Oh I am excited about this. I will go about it by the good words of Martin Luther King Jnr,“If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.” I will keep chipping this rock bit by bit until the image is clear. Until its beauty can be appreciated.  Am glad to have finally started, from the start!

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