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
The rise of Bobi Wine is being propelled by the historically unwise imposition of taxes that hurt Uganda’s poor. By A.K. KAIZA
The era of President Yoweri Museveni, along with his undeniable influence in the region, has come to an end. The countdown to the end of his...
In Yoweri Museveni’s fourth decade in power, the Ugandan state has shrunk into one man and a dog, himself and his police chief.
