In the second of a three-part series, A.K. Kaiza reflects on the work of anthropologist Frank Knowles Girling whose research—now published in Lawino’s People— was buried...
In the first of a three-part series, A.K. Kaiza reflects on the renowned author and wonders whether Okot p’Bitek might have published other works as powerful...
Much like in 1977, all the conditions have come together that could turn conflicting interests into ruinous warfare across the region.
On 18 November, the insecurities of the past welled up in a bloody bout of peacetime carnage in Kampala – a massacre ignited by fear of...
There remains in Kampala today that most heinous of colonial pandemics – amnesia. You have to dig very deep to know what colonialism meant here. Otherwise,...
The lockdown in Entebbe brings back memories of another lockdown in a boarding school in Teso, where, in the midst of a raging war and looming...
A.K KAIZA, one of the writers who worked with the late Mohinder Dhillon on his autobiography, My Camera, My Life, recalls the special moments he shared...
No Roses from My Mouth, Stella Nyanzi’s collection of poetry that was written in prison, and which has won awards, is a deliberately provocative – and...
Billy Kahora is a writer of the impact of an age in Kenyan history. In his writings, you piece together the etymology and see that at...
Ali Zaidi was that éminence grise that all newspapers must have – that one in-house intellectual and grammarian commanding a battery of section editors. He was...
The absence of steadying British and American hands right now, in this conflict, has exposed the lack of political and management skills in Kigali and in...
Naipaul’s racism appears to have been transactional right-wingery by one who knew there was a cash-paying audience that loved that sound. By A.K. KAIZA
