Utterly Destroyed, Exhausted, Ready for Rebirth
Me and the boys, we have a tradition. We call it ‘going big’. It’s a recipe for hungover flights and, on more than one occasion, use of that inconspicuous vomit bag tucked between the in-flight magazine and safety brochure. The price to pay is...
Kayiwa Fred Computer Club
So, our last visit was with Abramz Tekya in Kampala. The next day I met with Kayiwa Fred and discovered the Kayiwa Fred Computer Club. I was humbled and embarrassed to learn that Kayiwa traveled 30 kilometers to meet with me and that he was “feeling a bit weak...Homos and Their Questionable Right to Exist
On page 27 of this week’s The Weekly Observer, John Vianney Nsimbe’s “Street Talk” section puts forth the following question to what is supposedly a randomly selected group of Kampala pedestrians: Should gays have freedom of existence? Having...
A Note of Nothing from Cafe Pap
Greetings from Kampala. I’m feeling a little internet overwhelmed these days with a bulging-at-the-seams inbox, an underwhelming outbox, a to-do list longer (and less comprehensible) than the Bahagavad Gita, and a travel/speaking itinerary that would make me...
Just Say No To Sex with Pro-Lifers
In addition to the hot water bottle and plaid green pimp’s suit, my grandparents also subscribed me to Harper’s this Christmas. As it would turn out, these three are now the women of my life; my sole bed companions each night. Go ahead, scream your bloody...Latest Photos
