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Welcome to my world. I'm Tricia Gloria Nabaye, on a mission to advocate for gender equality, human rights, and democratic governance through the lens of feminist intersectional practices. With nine years of experience, I've honed my skills to be a force for positive change. My strengths lie in problem-solving and effective cross-cultural collaboration, and I thrive in leadership roles. My analytical perspective ensures that my advocacy is data-driven and impactful. My primary focus is on feminist leadership consulting, where I provide valuable insight and guidance. I also offer rapporteur services, ensuring that essential discussions are documented and shared. As a feminist researcher, my deep commitment lies in addressing gender issues, empowering women and girls, and advancing public policy advocacy. I'm a visionary dedicated to shaping the future of advocacy with a strong focus on human rights. Join me in our journey to drive positive change. Together, we can build a world where gender equality and human rights are at the forefront, ensuring a more inclusive and just society for all.

Friday, December 23, 2016

THIS CHRISTMAS

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Christmas in my house is rather a gone thing, I would like to think that as the years went by, The new dresses and new shoes stopped coming through and so did the Christmas preparations and all the merry that comes with Christmas.

This year, all I want for Christmas is a little quiet to myself. Selfish, huh?

See, 2016 was a year of it's own accord. The grip to sanity that I usually have over the things that matter to me. But this year, I watched me break down at the reality that it is possible that I cannot do a lot, sometimes to change the situations that come my way.

So, this Christmas I just want to lay low and have a grip of the one thing that I can have control over, me. I just want to look back in retrospect to the things that made me happy and those that definitely made me sore with pain. This Christmas, I just want to do me.

So as the Savior is celebrated in most parts of the world. And as we merry away to songs, hymns and food. I will catch some "me time". I will make the most of my happy place and when I come out at the end of the day, I will as well celebrate a re-birth of me. 

I will end with a beautiful Chorus from one of my favorite Christmas songs.
                       " Now I'm not one to second guess, what angels have to say...
                          This is such a strange way, to save the world"
I know what is more strange than the savior of the world, In a manager. But that is how God always leaves us in awe.

                                MERRY X-MAS!!!             FELIZ-NAVIDAD!!!       
 

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

DOWN THE OLD RUGGED ROAD


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It was that old rugged road that led to the place where I first found love;
That old road held the memories of  my happiest moments
the road, held the brokenness of my heart...
When I walked down that road, I took with me all the dreams of life.


That red soiled dusty road echoed the beauty of innocence..
the times, 
the times when I was young with no cares...
the days,
the days of laughter and family...


It was that little house where I first Knew I belonged...
Now, time has passed
My loved ones are gone...
But I find a peace unknown;
In the warmth the came through that path.
Through that old rusty road.

OF CHICKEN BEGGARS AND CORRUPT OFFICIALS

What are we going to do about our country Uganda, and it's many draggy offices? 

I used to think I would love to work for the government but now I think I am better off in private offices. Two scenarios place me in this position.

I happen to work for a mission and christian center and recently a gentleman from Kasese was part of a panel of administrators that conducted interviews for new staff. Different from anyone, he asked them of money  calling it "Chicken" His audacity was in twisting lies and making sure he saves face at all costs. It was so absurd, I used to hear about corrupt people but seeing it with my very eyes was so new in all dimensions.

Eventually, the administration got wind of it, and while he would have gotten off with just an apology letter, his pride wouldn't let him.He decided to resign the position.


THE PUBLIC DEATH...
 Then I walked into a government office, Kampala City Council Authority and lo' and behold the greedy crocodiles welcomed me, their next "meat". I walked in scared and I was sure I was not going to come out happy and maybe that sounds like so general but I never think of anything different of any government office in Uganda to do any better.

Eventually, the big cat in the room was mentioned 100,000 Uganda shillings, for a signature. An endorsement for our organization to continue to serving the people of Uganda. It was absurd and while I had the money, I was sure I was not going to feed the demon of bribery in my life time. I picked my files and returned to our offices. Angry and disgusted.

As if one day going wrong was not enough, I went to a higher office for help and there I got a sexual plea! Like I had not had enough of mediocrity in service. 

FAST FORWARD...
Today I went to another office to get another signature (why do we even have this much bureaucracy?) And the lady in-charge of the office showed up at 12:00 pm. Now, for over four hours we had been held in wait for her. She showed up and had lunch by the time I went to see her. With all her satisfaction she looked through my documents as if she would  vomit up her lunch. Eventually, I realized the rot goes deeper than the leaves that were showing up.

Maybe it is me but the level of thievery and filth in the government institutions leaves me in an irksome state. We are losing it as a nation and a few years from now, we will only have ourselves Chinese for investors because at the looks of this, every one is picking Rwanda and Kenya and even Mafuguli's Tanzania over Uganda because the systems are dead.

So who is going to remedy this Land? I am doing my part, do yours.


Tuesday, December 20, 2016

NOW THAT YOU ARE

Did your heart skip a beat?
Mine didn't...

Did you smile in passing?
Did you rather know that I was the one?

Did you in the absence of manners find me in your embrace?
Did you rather determine to have and behold?

I was awed at how much a heart could hold...
Smitten yet sane to let things take their pace...

Did you pray about me?
Did you rather believe in an answered prayer?

Is it love or is it an infatuation? 
Is it in passing or you will stay?

I pray that you stay,
Most of all, I pray that you last 

Sunday, October 02, 2016

TO THE CHILD THAT BELONGS TO NO ONE

To the child that belongs to no one.
You child, are society's gift to ridicule,
Or how can I say it?
You are a misfit

Like water running in a gutter,
You have been laid for the tunnel.
You scratch your head to make ends meet...
But Child, who knows you?

The other day, your very blood reminded you of where you belong...or your lack of it.
We from the mushroom clan have very little room for you from the Egret clan.
Oh, I forget child...you are a child of an affair!
Not a fair place to make claim.

To the child given to society,
You'll become something
 If life is fair enough...
And nothing if the odds stay out of your favour.

You'll apply for a job,
And Tuhwereza will get it to a boss called Tushabe
You'll then think of "greener pastures"
But you see, your dollar value is only but some few cents you picked at a hotel lobby.
I hear the banks don't even change small notes!
So child, you'll be stuck in a society that is home to children with better ancestry.

To the child that belongs to no one,
Your demise is only but something to write about.



Thursday, August 04, 2016

BROKEN

A man loses his dreams, when he finds nothing to live for.Let me rephrase it,When a man loses the reason for why they wake up each morning, then the process of a dying soul has began.
What is left then is a glimpse of what it used to be. The person becomes a shadow of their real selves.

Self doubt steps in, hope fades but most of all fear creeps in. As they drown into apathy, they lose the fantasies that once filled their lives.They take in a different view towards what is because what it should is different.

Such a person is dying and yet they live.They rise up every morning going through  the motions of life but never experiencing the reality of such a life. The day they come alive... that day they will breakdown into tears, of joy and of sorrow that their salvation came too late yet still needed. But it came late anyway.

Yes, such is the life they will lead. And then we pray they find a path.

IF I SHOULD

If I should fall in love, I should stay in love.
If I should hold on to life, I should love it's epitome
I should squeeze the life out of what is left to live
I should fall in live enough to keep the fire.

If I should speak the language of angels,
I should do it with Love
If I should laugh 
I should do it with do it in the loudest form it could be given

If I should love this life
I pray to love it with the pit of my soul
But If I ever wake up,Unfulfilled by this sound.
I should then die
For what is this life without some love.

Wednesday, August 03, 2016

LIVING FOR ME



 Am coming back to live life with a vengeance! You see there is pain in the last hours of life but so much pain in physical end of our loved ones. The pain consumes our very being and makes us vulnerable to a heartache that just won’t go away.
I have tasted that pain. I have seen myself wander about what love is because many things have come to taste my faith in love. I should have seen and felt the love of a mother for a long time. But yet again at the age of 10 I was brought to the reality that death could make dreams smaller. My mom passed on. And 13 years later, I still wonder, what it feels like to be loved by a mother.

Then yet again, death came with vengeance and stole the man that raised me as his own, we used to call him daddy, “Daddy” loved us, me and my cousins. Daddy always had it all figured out. He was the father of my mother but in him we knew the love of a father. I look at the journey we walked with him and am saddened by how much time is wasted in not living life that when it is gone, we are bitterly ached by the things that could have been.

So I am coming back to live life with vengeance. I am going to live life large and big. I will eat KFC when I want and buy the dress that I want. I will think of falling in love and writing poetry. I will make me happy because only I can do that. I will detach from all that broke me and make rules that befit me. I will search for more of me or even create the “me” I want. I will chase the night lights in all the beautiful places I know. I will save for a rainy day or even a dry day. I will dance and my heart out. I will sing hallelujah or even just listen.
I will just do life my way. I will break cord with relation and build stronger cords with some. I will just do life. I will scream when I want to and laugh when I desire. I will watch as much poetry as I can. I will buy the most expensive perfume and lavishly spray it all over me, I will get dizzy with too much of it but I will also smile for its dose of confidence.

I am going to live this life because even in the cautiousness of whatever we live for, if it’s boring it is not worth living. So why not lives a life that is so fulfilling then even at the show of death, you can rise up from the ashes of pain.
Maybe I will never know how to react when I have my own children because I don’t really have the picture of how it feels to be loved my mom, but I will have the pride of knowing that it is love anyway. Maybe I will never get to have many grandfathers like Daddy but I can tell everyone that I was once loved by a good man.
Maybe I might not even live the exact life that I dreamed of, but I have comfort in the now, that I am going to make the most while I can. It should be fun, rising everyday and finding a new joy even in wearing a red high heels shoe at the beach! 
I am also writing for me...and maybe for that one person that reads my mumbling and words

Friday, July 01, 2016

IT'S CALLED A "Writer's Block"

It eventually dawned on me, I was having a writer's block", I have been in a jam to write, on the account of running short of what to write.It was bad, to just sit there and have nothing to write about. Words redeem me, most of the times but what happens on the day that words desert you? 
Like magic, it so happened that it got tweeted about. On those good Friday evenings when twitter makes a better case for short messages, it dawned on me that I was having a block, we worked around how to defeat the writer's block and there it was in one of the suggestions, write about the writers' block.

So here I am trying to make sense of why, it is hard to write. It was eye opening to know that men Like Scott Fitzgerald suffered from writer's block (thttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F._Scott_Fitzgerald) To make a case for it, we found solutions for it. It sure does happen but that is not short of the fact that it also is a blessing in disguise.
Maybe it is time, to re-visit old wells of joy like your favorite writer, or it is that time of the year where you run through the archives on your blogs, read old drafts and dust them off for publishing. Or even that envied walk into the sunset(you don't get those if you work 8:00am to 6:00 pm) but you sure get the luxury of solitary walks. It is hard these days to even get a moment alone without the evidence of a notification from some random application.

So Maybe, the inspiration will hit, when you are not glued behind the keyboard or even holding on tight to the pen. Why was I having a writers' block, mine was because of a blog I follow, I have a writer friend of mine, who for some reason uses all the mega-lingual he has in just one blog! He goes from hard to say words to hard to spell words.(In his world, they are child's play) Each morning, as I rose to a notification from his blog, I was armored with a dictionary to go through the onslaught, and then an additional spelling game to master's the new words. Such torture!
It finally dawned on me, that that is his way of writing and maybe I was born for simple rhetoric. He was good at it, and perhaps my trade was this.So why beat myself up? 

Maybe, you too have had a set of blocks in your writing. Those dry spells of not creating words from your metal movement. I just wanted you to know, that there are a zillion writers writing about you, and they understand the drought. But also I want you to know, that it takes just writing a better blog than mine about the writers' block to kill the rigid hands and mind. Write away, it is life reviving.

Monday, April 25, 2016

OF DANCING FAIRIES AND HOPE

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It was in the depth of the rhythm
the laughter that echoes
the joy that beamed forth
the cymbals, the bells...the cringing bird bells
it was magical and yes, fairy like
it kept me waiting for dusk
it kept me hoping for rain
Rain pouring, sun beaming, birds singing
And I was sure that the miracle of the day lay in the hope.

I heard them sing, I saw them dance
I found the little giggles powerful to the heart and Yes! I sang along
I danced along, I swayed my hips to the rhythm of the drum
I let my body be rocked in delight if only to drink of the miracle of hope.

I grinned with hope and danced with contentment
and for the lasting beat of my heart I knew that life was a miracle.
it does not stop tonight
it will play on days on end
it will awaken the fairy tale in living
it will remind me of the times of joy that come by once in a while
yet they carry with them the hope for the hope that washes over the day as the sun rises.
Tonight I dance in wait...tomorrow, tomorrow I dance for the arrival of hope.

Friday, April 22, 2016

ME, THE PLANK EYED SAINT


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I love God, I love his ways.God forgives,forgets and does not keep a record of wrongs. God is love, love is God! It recently hit me that in the face of the mirror of God's word  I was in the wrong place.
I criticized,judged and never forgot,forgave unconditionally and oh how I kept a record of wrongs.
 I was finding my own log. I was pointing a finger, yet I was sinning.I was there losing my head over the sins of another yet I was sinning all the more.

So I was stuck with my loud mouth and my killing words.I was in need of help for my very self, I was being brought back to the face of my own failings. Could my lips bless and yet again curse? Or was I placing the gospel grace in a compromising situation. There I was forgetting my place in Christ, a child of God, Yes but also a sinner saved by grace.Was my sin smaller or bigger? No but it was equal.

Then the Lord, reminded me of the woman caught in adultery, It was in the casting the first stone that we played God to others. We cut down people in God's name even when we know that the sword is not our to slay. So there I was a plank eyed saint with a log in my own eyes yet seeing the speck in other people's eyes. I was caught with a mouth to wash, a heart to restore and God to lean on.

I needed to revisit the fact that beautiful eyes see the good in others. In nature as a man made of dust, I need  God's mercy and his help in making me more than the fault finder.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

OF LONE COLD DAYS AND HEARTACHES

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You start to realize a pattern of restless sleep time and then you notice that the horrors are back on, It is yet another season of bouts of depression and sullen moments. You are lonely and for yet another season, you just hope someone will hold you and tell you they love you. Yes, the season has yet again arrived when you are lonely and depressed and what to do about is the question to ask?

Unless, you are beyond perfection, we have all had times of despair, loneliness and traces of depression. And it is in these moments that you realize that there is a void within us that desires something intangible, maybe it is the need to be understood or the need to be loved. And dear christian, you will as well feel alone even with Christ as your most satisfying friend. There will be times when even surrounded by people who love you, you feel all alone and the weight in your heart leaves you numb to the situations around you, because nothing makes sense.

I have had my moments of lonesome detachment, I have died within for some one to hold me and rock me back to the choleric that I am, I am not the life of the party but I am pretty much sure of the smiles I create when I am in my very own crowd. So what does one do, when the bouts of depression rob you of your regular self. I thought of what I would do between the moments of uncertainty, cloudy mornings and in the lone cold days full of heartaches and rain, God I hate the rainy days.

So here is what I would do;

1.Cry; I would cry all I want, somehow after a long while of being strong and holding it together.Breaking down is a justification for all the things that I go through.

2. I call my best friend; I love my best friend, she says little but important things that remind me that I have an army that counts on me.

3. I then, black out (I don't know why it always works) I just go black on everything. I make less calls, less social media show ups and in the moments of just me, I find comfort.

4. I try routine (on a normal day, I hate routine) but I fall into routine,maybe because, in the while I can't carry on any new tasks.

5. I read, yes read lots of book, on hope, God, love, development name it, I just read.

6. I cry some more and then I read through my old journals (Journaling is definitely therapeutic) 

7. I then find out why I am depressed, half the time my heart is just tired of many things.Of waiting on God, of being strong, waiting on love, of heartbreaks,of rejection e.t.c

8.Then I wake up one morning and it is not as bad as it was before. And going on is not as hard as it first presented itself. And the old me is back and full of herself.

P.S: Sleep intervals is by far the most evident way to realize that something is not right in your system, you don't totally lose sleep but you have lots of wake pauses during the nights. I do not know what is going in the system but it is worth knowing.

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