Beverley Nambozo Nsengiyunva
Wednesday, 10 September 2025
Team Building Is Everything
Saturday, 16 August 2025
The Kla Lit Writes Festival-second edition, 2025
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
Tuesday, 12 August 2025
The Launch of 'Feeling' Was Glorious
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.

Sunday, 3 August 2025
In honour of Hon. Canon Rhoda Kalema
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
Tuesday, 22 July 2025
Wednesday, 9 July 2025
This Week's Best Kept Poetic Secret
In the photo below, I am hugging this week's best kept poetic secret.
Before I share it with you, may I thank you all so deeply, for your kind and warm comments and responses to the anniversary post I shared this Monday, 7th. My husband and I had a beautiful surprise, it was unexpected and lovely. Thank you.
Monday, 7 July 2025
18 years of marriage and I do not have any marriage tips.
Today is our 18th wedding anniversary and I still don't have any tips on marriage.
It was on a sunny morning turned rainy afternoon on 07/07/07. Early that Saturday, I wore tight jeans and a top. By afternoon at Kampala Pentecostal Church, I was in a sparkling strapless wedding gown with a ring on my finger and an additional name. A beautiful name, I may add.
People keep asking me how we have made it. We have not made anything.
People keep asking me how I have remained myself, with my eccentric style, my zeal to remain true to what is valuable to me and my creative and energetic spirit.
If marriage takes you away from your values, then the problem may not be the marriage but maybe it was that you traded yourself without knowing. It comes in bits. You were told to leave everything behind for this union and when you find yourself with bouts of depression, you cannot place your finger on it.
It has been 18 years and if feels like 18 days many times, because I still have plans for myself and both of us have many plans together. We pray a lot, as well.
I see many people who place marriage and weddings on a pedestal and observed how it makes them lose their path. They stop doing what they enjoy. They stop nurturing their skills and talents and their conversations sound like panic attacks.
The great news, is that if that is you, you can always return.
Marriage was always meant to be part of my journey; not the beginning or the end, but part of it. Part of my already powerful and creative life's journey. And I am glad about that. Both of us are able to grow as we ought. Both of us are able to raise the children, while still growing into our purpose.
I made adjustments, yes, but I never stopped being a poet, a speaker, or a person who loves a global challenge.
Protect your heart so that when people disappoint you, it may hurt but you will get back together, whole.
Protect your values so that when people do not align with them and reject you, you will not break into a thousand tiny pieces.
You can turn anything into a gold mine, into everlasting joy. Yes, of course you can.
Let God fill that space and when you do find someone to spend the rest of your life with, or when you find someone to partner with in business or when you find a friend or colleague at work to connect with, you will give each other space. You will respect each other's boundaries. That is how love will blossom.
Allow the love to blossom. Do not stifle it or choke it by forcing it in one direction. Let it flourish. Keep on being whom you were always mean to be and when that looks like it's impossible, remember that it's not. Someone is always there to help.
You will both be free.
Freedom is a verb.
Do I have any marriage tips? No, not even after 18 years.
Happy Anniversary! And to many more.
Bless!
Bev