Drama in the Taxi -1

On my way back to Masaka today, 250 Francs is the transport fare; as a regular taxi user, deep lost in concentration of a captivating piece I was reading in one of the papers on-line; was awakened by the usual tap onto the taxi’s roof. An old lady ‘Mucyecuru’ –in her 80’s I guess; who

Who I am

From the forests, jungles, hills and riverside am raised, Yes, African I am, by dark skin am recognized but I can feel the red blood flowing underneath it. To respect, love, work hard, obey and believe, judge and trust am raised. It all roots from our ancestors, fore fathers, the culture and norms which of