When was the last time you spent an afternoon without a plan? Not an idle moment, but a deliberate stretch of hours devoted only to the company of others. Last Saturday, my husband and I went to visit Harriet, a friend I have known since our first year of secondary school. We travelled to her mother’s home, a place I had not been since her father’s passing many years before. It was a family affair, a very relaxing afternoon and evening that vividly reminded me of the days I u

What happens when a simple act—holding a rail—becomes an excuse for violation? What does it mean when a corporation tells you your safety is less important than its profit? And what are you supposed to do when they look you in the eye and say, "We are untouchables"?   This is not a complaint. It is evidence.   It was early evening on December 27, 2025. The day after Boxing day. A busy time. I entered Capital Shoppers Supermarket in Nakawa, Kampala, opposite Makerere Universit

What does it feel like to watch a machine assemble a stranger and label it you ? It is not a minor error. It is a quiet violence. I asked an AI who I am. It gave me four different lives. Four confident, detailed biographies of complete strangers. Readers performed the same test. They typed their own names. The responses were, in their own words, a bit scary. They could not believe the lie told so confidently. This is not a series of glitches. It is a systemic truth.   What ha