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?