It's spring, and something new is blossoming.
Bold steps. Bold rewards. We do not act in faith because we are sure of every step. We act in faith because we are uncertain of each step and yet certain of the one in whom we have faith.
It's spring, and something new is blossoming.
Bold steps. Bold rewards. We do not act in faith because we are sure of every step. We act in faith because we are uncertain of each step and yet certain of the one in whom we have faith.
I am excellent. I should be the one chairung board meetings. I should be the one flying all over the world to address policies and negotiate international business decisions.
I have heard this so many times from different people. For some of them, they are acquaintances, most I have either worked with, studied with, or met within informal circles. From neighbours, to friends at church, to some extended family, I am told constantly that I should be leading from the top and not the bottom.
This is a fact. It has been ages since I felt I was in the right place in my career. My last two children took their toll, because I breastfed both at the same time, being one year apart, and I sold my car. Since then, while I may have worked, it has never been sufficient to achieve even a tenth of my goals or dreams, or to support the family.
The last decade has been a struggle that has taken various forms of anguish and at the same time gratitude that I am able to stay home and raise the children.
What does i tmean though, to raise children with no income? Is theer any hope in that? The answer is a definite NO. It is a decption that women are led to believe, and I fell victim to it. Now that I am victorious, any woman that decides to stay home to be with the children, must have a source of income. This may come from a business, the father of the children, family investment or savings. Whatever it may be, multiply that source of income and live well.
There is a huge deception that when you stay at home to look after the children, the angels from heaven will become so pleased with your sacrifice and 'gender role,' that they will pour down wads of money neatly folded by your pillow.
I believed that lie. I suffered for it. Now that I'm victorious and the youngest two are in school and are 8 and 7 respectively, I decided to behave like the excellent person I know I am. I decided to behave like the indefatigable and brilliant person I have always been told that I am.
In September, after waiting in vain for payment for some work, and what meagre payment it was, I decided to take control. Instead of my finances to be dictated by others, I just started thinking.
Together with like-minded friends, I knew that it was high time for me to start group coaching in public speaking. While the one-on-one training was rewarding, often times, the participants would postpone and would spend weeks or months before they returned or even paid up.
This time, I sent out a call for a virtual group training. With only four days from the time of the call to the session, the class filled by the third day.
When people value a service, they will pay for it readily. That is what happened. And it provided the international feel that I always desire. There are Ugandans from Havana, Dubai, Ottawa, Nairobi and Kampala.
They are not doing me a favour. I am an outstanding trainer. I am changing the world. I am training global leaders. The world needs me at my best.
Taking my seat and wearing my 'Become Unreasonable' hat, I sent out a call for another public speaking class. This filled as well. As I type this, there is now a call for the third cohort. I haven't enjoyed work like this in a long time. It is enabling me to focus my strength and intellect inward, instead of outward from people who do not care or love me as much as I love myself and care for mine and my family's needs.
Setting the terms to suit myself and not to suit an organisation that does not value my skill and is only bent on stealing my ideas and taking credit for them, is one of the greatest gifts to myself in 2025.
How about you? Take that leap of faith. Do not wait to become so vicimised by people and systems that destroy brilliant and creative people. Take charge.
Read Psalm 40 and Isaiah 60 for a refresher course on life.
Bless you.
Beverley N Nsengiyunva
It was my distinct pleasure to host the opening reception of the second edition of the Kampala Writes Lit Fest. The evening reception was held at the British High Commissioner's residence, on 14 August.
Curated by Goretti Kyomuhendo, and sponsored by African Writers Trust, British Council Uganda, German Cultural Center and Makerere University, this second edition is so lit.
You should have seen our BN Poetry Award winner Rashida Namulondo, with her spoken word mastery on the mic and MC female rapper, Tushi Nabakyala. What a night! Meeting Dr. Jennifer Makumbi again, and award-winning poets Nii- Parkes and Dr Nick Makoha.
This festival is free of charge. You want to be amongst those that say they attended.
Dash over to the Yusuf Lule Auditorium at Makerere University for a feast of the very best in literature. It ends on Sunday ,17 August.
I am satiated with literary bliss.
Photo credit: Jonathan Nasasira
The Launch of 'Feeling,' on 31 July 2025, the Babishai poetry anthology celebrating iconic Ugandan women, was nothing short of glorious. What an exceptional way to spend Pan-African Women's Day, which falls on my birthday.
From the preparations, the executive committee thrust themselves into fully ensuring that the event was a huge success. When you serve with a committee that takes ownership, their enthusiam brightens every step of the plannng. My gratitude is boundless.
The weather forecast predicted light showers but it was as sunny as a yellow crispy omelette. We couldn't have asked for a better venue than British Council in Kampala. Centrally located with sufficient space and artistic ambience, our caterers and guests had plenty of room to manoeuvre.
Effervescence filled the room. Bright energy, creative lightness and a cheerful crowd. From Ambassador Bernadette Olowo-Uganda's first female Ambassador to the Vatican, tpo Prof. Rev. Sr. Dipio and my own mother and children, this was a day for a celebration for all ages; those who truly respect women.
The committee worked to the nines and the entire programme was executed far better than I could have expected. With an electrifying MC and poetry performers who made their words dance through the air to our hearts, it was festive, life-changing and warm.
Whether one chooses to read their poetry, perform it or recite it, poetry is a double-edged sword whose words will never be contained in just rhetoric or speculation. We even auctioned a glass-framed poem, and that was just the start of uncountable milestones.
Winning the auction-Mt. St. Mary's Namagunga girls.
To every poet who contributed to he anthology and performed, you added so much flavour to the day.
Launching the anthology
The British Council Country Director officially launched the poetry book and with the energy in the room, there is enough moentum for many more publications to be shared all across the world.
With huge thanks to the team of poets, those who shared testimonials, committee, sponsors, guests and well-wishers. Let's keep making poetry glow.
This poem was written in the 'Feeling' poetry anthology in honour of Hon. Canon Rhoda Kalema
Hon. Canon Rhoda Kalema
Every black and white photo is regal
The ones that came before the burden of selfies
Where hair was parted with a line in the middle
And the afros sprouted on the great deeds of those decades
Black and white photos remind us of those
Who were able to outlive internal and external dangers.
They remind us of how colour was a luxury,
And living was a necessity
The people in those black and white photos
That wore loafers and sometimes white gloves
Whose families posed with the protectors at the back
And the guardians in the front
Those people in the black and white photos
Were the inventors of socialising without media.
They met for tea wearing floral dresses and bowling hats
Talking about their unfiltered victories over polished silverware.
Hon. Rhoda Kalema created a passage for the oppressed
Where all women under misogyny and hurt
Found safety as they tunneled their way using their own light
They left cake crumbs and clues for those behind them.
The Mother of Uganda’s Parliament invented the first reality show
It was a black and white show where women and girls became.
It was a film where the real life heroes started trending
Uganda’s first hashtags were #RhodaKalema #RealLifeHero
Without any artificial lighting or eyelashes,
She waded through and drenched herself in the forbidden waters
Threw a lifeline for the thousands of Ugandans on the other side
Who had no thought of how to make it viral
They created their first black and white film
A reality show from a real life hero
Every black and white photo is regal
They are unfiltered images of great deeds.
Poem by Beverley Nambozo Nsengiyunva