Enya’s experience with the police made me think… Why do I behave like that really? 1. Because I feel Ugandan. When you are just a visitor, you tend to keep your head down and let locals do their things the local way. This is my country and I want it to be a great country….

“Too good to be true,” recently said Barrett Nash when we discussed a fascinating woman. He meant it literally; he had been shaken up by the realities of life one too many times. Paradoxically, Nash* is the very definition of too good to be true in its more common, less fatalist version. It is hard to…

I know people who love keeping secrets. It gives them a feeling of security or, in some other cases, perhaps some perverted sense of power. “I know what you don’t know. He he he,” their smirks seem to communicate. As another writer on the Gorilla Highlands blog once humorously revealed, local African cultures value tight-lipped…

Yesterday’s Silverchef announcement reminded me of where I was with my life six months ago and where I do not want to be again. This morning I registered a company called MYL with my partner Isabelle, in Kigali, a picturesque city of blue, black and red roofs sprayed over green rolling hills. There are currently…

I often get stuck in my crammed little room. It has a bed as big as a football pitch (a headmaster once said), shelves with files and my multi-colour Getting Things Done folders, a wardrobe and a huge table; if your father is an architect you learn to demand one. The walls are brown, waiting…