From across the room, she looked shy, reserved, some kind of introvert then I heard her laugh out loud and I realized I had done that Kecho thing of judging the book by its cover. JQ, as I would later on call her is an onion; layers upon layers. I loved her laughter a lot, its infectious. JQ and I met at Mopane Leadership Experience in Late February, this is a retreat organized by CivSource-Africahttps://www.civsourceafrica.com/ to support leadership development and

My ancestors must be on holiday in Mauritius, sipping on mojitos and have forgotten to leave a forwarding address because this has been the month from hell. It seems since this pandemic hit we are all just getting by with our minds screaming constantly for attention while our hearts want us to feel all in a span of 8-10 waking hours. Five days ago, I opened that dreadful email that all founders of NGOs/ startups detest, “Thank you for your

September is my birth month, not a lot of nice things happen in this month. There’s actually a song by Green day “wake me up when September ends” it’s one of those months that just sucks. I purposed this year 2021 to make it a month to remember by celebrating each day like it was my last. My WhatsApp status was filled with #SeptemberBabiesRock images and quotes. One of my friends, kept asking when my birthday, I kept posting the

Three years ago, we held the First Bereaved Mother’s day event in Uganda. To say that this was something I understood at the time, would be a lie. I, just felt that surely as bereaved mothers we needed a day to just commiserate with one another and share how we are all staying sane in this deep sea of grief and sorrow. I wasn’t ready for what came out of this breakfast gathering, did it deter me, not at all.