Now that Pope Francis has left Uganda, I cannot help but reflect on the moments I caught both through my eye lenses and camera lens.

I was in Kajjansi on Entebbe road four hours before the Pope landed at Entebbe international airport. Here the security detail was visible. I learnt that hundreds of crime preventers had been deployed as security informants and as a first aid team in case of accidents.

Some these crime preventers are so young.

Other than crime preventers, there were also police trainees to assist with security matters.


Away from that, business was booming (of course). One of the guys I spoke to said he was happy with the Pope’s visit to Uganda because he was unemployed until Friday morning when we was called to sell stickers, flyers and T-Shirts among other things. And he did not have to hustle since FOMO saw people buying without a haggling ‘the Ugandan way’.

On my way from Kajjansi to Munyonyo, I found people gathering along Salama road getting ready to receive the Pope. This was three hours before the time he was said to arrive in Uganda.

In Munyonyo, creativity, business mindedness was visible.


And the grand welcome to Munyonyo in a spirit of Ugandaness

Refreshment, snacks and local food was also in good supply. In Munyonyo where, there was a tent with seats, and a variety of confectioneries to choose from. At least people did not go hungry.

I met a Muslim girl seeking financial assistance (and spiritual assistance I guess) to go to India for a heart operation. Too bad I was unable to find out whether she got the help she expected. Good thing there are phone numbers indicated on the placard. I hope to reach her. You can too.

To be continued.



I love it when he holds my hand

I love it when he holds my hand.

I love it when he holds my hand.

I am elated when He holds my hand

It gives me confidence to press on.

I am confident when He holds my hand

And guides me through the way

I am delighted when He holds my hand and just wants to show me off

For He is proud of the stunning woman I am

He is proud that I am his daughter

Proud of the beautiful woman I have grown to be

For He molded fearfully and wonderfully.

And that is what He meant for me.

I am thankful that I have a hand He can hold.

I am grateful that my spirit can feel His hand when he holds me

I am thankful that my eyes can see the way when He leads me through it

For as the scriptures say, “My sheep know my voice and they follow me.”

And that is what he willed for me.

And now I pray that my hand shall never slip out of His grip

When my flesh desires an enchanting trip

A different path from when my father says,

“Take my hand child, this is the way.”

I am glad when he holds my hand.