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I woke up that cold November morning in 2006, made a few additions to my luggage and started my journey to the Grey hound bus station – I was going to celebrate my first Thanksgiving with some friends in Washington DC. In the Thanksgiving tradition, families gather at a parent or older relative’s home to share in a sumptuous meal. The bus station was crammed and busier than an ant colony. Ticket queues were so long and the lines leading up to the gates where crisscrossed, it was hard to tell them apart. The Philadelphia highways were clogged for miles, somewhat like Kampala on a rainy afternoon only on a much larger scale and more organized. The journey I had planned for 10am eventually started at 1pm. Everybody was making their best effort to get home in time for the holiday. I saw a mother with several kids all under the age of seven and on their best behavior. In case anyone got wiggly, she gave them a look that made whatever was bothering them magically disappear. The Thanksgivi...

When I go to bed at night I cannot sleep There are words hanging over my head Words, phrases, statements, topics, themes; Cluttering, whizzing, hooting,making lots of noise I cannot sleep It’s 2am, my family needs to sleep and so do I Words, please come back to me in the morning When I’m fresh and ready to waltz When I can give you my undivided attention Don’t hide from the rising Sun Stay a while so we can truly dance But please, not tonight

It's been a long journey up till this point and a longer one yet a head. Some of you may have heard about my little miracles Nziiza and Kwizera God decided they would be safer in heaven so He took them back. But on July 22, 2010 at 11:05 am, He gave Sam and I another miracle to keep for a little while. I take this moment and many others to thank God for being real good to me. He has answered countless prayers and seen me through some dark dark valleys. I look at this miracle and my heart dances wildly. Like Mary said in Luke 1:46 - "My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant. From now on all generations will call me blessed, for the Mighty One has done great things for me— holy is his name". My boys came too soon, at 24 and 20 weeks respectively. I was later diagnosed with a weak cervix. When they got heavy, my cervix would just give way and there was no way to save them...

Have you ever made a decision that you nearly regret? At first it seems the obvious thing to do but things go wrong and regret sets in. Why is it simply done by others and when my turn rolls around I face obstacles? I know it’s not nuclear physics, it's life, but right now, it hurts. I had Amani’s ears pierced on Saturday. I was told this was the perfect age, she would heal a lot quicker - I thought yeah! This is the thing to do. I gained the courage to pierce mine at about 22 years of age and I didn't wish I had done it sooner but I thought she would thank me for this. Took her to the salon and within a few short minutes we were done. Only problem was the guy who did the job didn’t mark the spot so the ear holes were not anyway near identical. One was much further up than the other. Now, I stand at cross roads; Should I let it pass? - this would be her special mark. She would be different:-)(I’m not sure I would be in her good books though). Should I go back immediat...

Sam and I were enjoying a lazy Saturday afternoon; Sam was working on the computer and I was keeping Amani entertained when Mich walked in sparkle eyed. He seemed to have a brilliant idea. He said “I’m going on an adventure!” “Nice Mich, and where are you going?” “I’m going to the market” He sat down and drew a map.  Sam and I were half attentive - Mich is always talking about things that he makes up in his head. He went to his room and came back with a rack sack. “Mummy what do you pack when you’re going on a long journey?” “It depends on where you are going and for how long” I replied “Not very long, just for one day”, he said Sam and I run through a list – a rope, a torch, an umbrella, snacks… “And where would you be going?” “Out of the gate” Sam said, “Uh, I don’t think that would be a good idea” He went on working at the computer and I playing with Amani. After about 45 minutes, I noticed the house was awfully quiet. I walked out to see what Mich was up to and noticed the g...