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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.

Thursday, July 13, 2023

He Proposed!

 



He proposed on National Proposal Day! 


The National Proposal Day was 20th March but my friend Penny celebrated it today and I saw the pics. 


Kumbe Mr was also preparing himself. 
So today I went home to celebrate Jaja’s birthday and somehow Lillian made me sad.
So I went to my place holding back tears. Then Mr. said he was coming by. 

When he walked into the door, I just burst out and cried. And he just kept saying nice things to me. 
I love you. and I want to spend the rest of my life honouring your joy and happiness. Biki biki, me, I was in his chest sobbing. 

The next thing I know, Uncle is on one knee asking me to marry him.
Now I started crying (bawling) tears of Joy. I was in shock bulungi
But he told me he had been anxious the whole day holding onto the ring.

And I said Yes 😍😊

     He planned and executed a very intimate proposal.




THIS IS 30




 I turned Thirty today! Three decades lived, with trials but joy accompanying the heavy days. I turned Thirty today!


This is 30, full of full-circle moments


This is 30, raw, unedited...lived


Three entire decades and a girl with a story to tell.


This is 30! A journey still unfolding, a journey to self.

Tuesday, March 21, 2023

Of fear and blurry nights.

I am sitting here after our phones went off and for the first time on this journey, I am embracing fear as an old friend. 


I am sitting with myself and looking back on the many hurdles we have hopped through, some of me braver than I could ever master.


I am looking back and I am embracing the change that comes with leaving this place I have called my own and the freedom solitude affords. 


I am scared! Many times! But tonight, this fear holds me safe like a dear old friend. I have been brave this long but not brave at the thought of how much changes with just one Yes. 


I remember the stern words of the counsellor and still embrace my fear. I hope we have more journeys of joy over the years than tears and sticky dialogues. I don’t want forever to hurt, even when forever comes with pain, too. 


And so I retire to bed holding fear in my chest. Taking in the last few moments of solitude. Embracing her like a friend who reminds me of what’s at stake. Because every so often, that is the reminder that reminds me of what bravery looks like at this moment. 


The brevity of leaving behind freedom, the utopian spirit of living alone and the effortless joys of just doing life on your terms… when I think of that, I hope my heart can remember the brevity of choosing to do life with another person. 


Tonight we lay down scared of the unspoken things in our dialogue. Selah. 


Monday, February 06, 2023

THE LAST LAP OF THE TWENTIES




There is something about ending a decade! I have lived for Twenty-nine years, and yet there is still more living to do. I am yet to grasp the year's ending and here we are.

This year sums up the dreams I made of my twenties, and these years sum up the many first milestones of adulting. This decade was quite a ride! From the innocent early twenties to the mid-twenties where realisation first visits you to remind you that, the dreams you had at twenty-five are now coming to an end. In your mid-twenties, you realise the pressure you carry around long before the real drama happens. 

And then, you wake up one day and are in the evening of your Twenty-ninth year. A little less sassy than at twenty and more appreciative of a lot of things. I am more appreciative of my friendship with my aunties and my older siblings, I am more appreciative of work and appreciative of my friends that form the more significant part of the support system in the twenties. 

By year twenty-nine, you become more consistent in your purpose, in building for the next decade. I am happy to know that my life's purpose has women and girls at the centre of my advocacy. My purpose extends into all the areas that make my life's web. It is beautiful to see what God can do with the purpose He places in our bosoms. 

But twenty-nine also carried pain with it and taught me that; life comes with pain as well, whereas I would have been overwhelmed, I choose to celebrate the good days, because as sure as day, the bad days would follow along. After all, life is cut out like that. 

I have also come to believe that "Grief really is the price we pay for love" I have cried throughout the decade. I have wept for love lost, loved ones to be gone and love impossible. I have had healing happen only for grief to revisit. In all of it, our greatest loves will be the source of our greatest pains. 

I am okay with growing older, it has never been a thing that scared me, I am if anything, thankful for more life here on earth and in that, every new year is a beautiful blessing and reminder that I am still needed here. 
And so I charge for thirty a month from now, and I am more than thankful for how far I have come and where I will be in the next decade. 

Thursday, January 26, 2023

And then I prayed for Him…



 

I write this prayer as a stone memorial for when we look back on this day many years into the tomorrows before us… whatever will be then, this is my prayer for Him. 

 

Today I cover Him in prayer. I pray He loves me as Christ loves the church. I pray that he will find peace with me on this journey as we walk into the next steps of life. 

 

I pray He loves me, leads me, and reassures my heart. Lord, you said, Love is patient and love is kind. I pray that he will love me with this kind of love. Lord, in you there is hope and I am building all our plans and desires on You. 

 

I DECLARE AND DECREE that I will marry my best friend, that I will be his good thing. 

Help to be his good thing. I pray that he will be my protector, provider and the one who I come to God with. Thank you for aligning me with Him. He covers me in prayer, Lord, and so I speak to you about Him because he is no stranger to you.

 

 

I pray that you will keep me on my knees in prayer over the years on this journey. I pray that we may cross many journeys with you at the centre. Help us pursue your blessing on this journey. May he experience open doors and favour. Help us always keep you in the loop of what we desire so that you, Lord, can be the foundation of it all

 

I thank you, Lord, for he has created a safe space for me to be soft. Help me never to take advantage of his love, help me to always see his love as the sacrifice of his heart. Your word says Perfect love casts out all fear. I thank you because he has put my fears to rest. 

 

I pray for providence. May you bless the works of his hands, may you bless his finances, and may you place destiny helpers on this journey that will show up mighty in bringing this union to reality. 


I pray for His plans, Lord, your word says, many are the plans of man, but your way prevails. May your will be done in our lives as we step by faith into our destiny. Help me honour him, respect him, be his helper and submit to him. My heart is undone Lord, I lay bare like the lady with the alabaster jar, and I surrender this beating heart to Him, for Him to hold my hand and always bring me back to your presence as the priest in my life.

 

You know my heart and you know his heart, Lord, and I join my faith with him and pray that you will fulfil our heart’s desires all for the glory of your name. May all honour and glory be unto your Lord. Your word says, when the time is right, you, oh Lord, make things happen. I stand on your word and rest my heart on your timing. In your time, may you turn this into something beautiful, something that brings glory to your name. 

 

Amen. 

 









Friday, December 16, 2022

HE PRAYED FOR ME




He prayed for me...

He bowed in prayer, and at that moment; He prayed to Abba Father.

That moment was a selah moment...


He prayed for us...

He bowed his hands in prayer and at that moment; he committed this journey to God.

That moment was a time freeze...


He has done other things. He has done some other things that would have been memorable.

But he prayed for me, and that has been on my mind.

That moment was a bliss moment...


He prayed for us, and I remembered the foundation of this love journey

Christ, the Master and Captain of this life...

And every day after that, I have prayed for him.

-Selah-

Tuesday, October 11, 2022

ENIGMA FROM EUROPE

 


The soul from across the border…
Yes…mostly soul because he caught my eye…
In a strange land and in a peculiar way. 
It was a passing moment, but my heart lingered there for a while…

I am not sure anything changes after you learn that 
You are as much mortal at home and away…
So here I am, writing yet another poem…
Immortalising, one more soul…on this journey of mine. 

He was sensitive but not in a conventional way…
He had rogue blended in his sensibilities…
He was in touch with his being…
But much about him remains evasive…
Like someone choosing not to be seen…

Enigmas fascinate me!
I touched him…
I talked to him…
I felt his being….
And yet, he was still an abstract…

One more puzzle…my hands would not put it together.
One more soul…released into my world.
One more experience…I am not in control of…
One more poem was written.






Monday, August 15, 2022

Why the Kenyan Election matters to the East African Region.

 

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On Tuesday, Kenya went to the polls to elect its fifth president since independence, but

the vote is too close to call. As East Africans wait on the results, it is impertinent to make

sense of why the Kenya polls matter in the geopolitical narrative of the great lakes region.


Many of us are in anticipation of what the outcome of the Kenya General Elections will be.

As East Africans, we are critically watching the ballot outcome. Kenya plays a central role

in her neighbouring countries; Kenya is the central economic hub of East Africa and serves

as the commercial gateway for Central Africa and therefore, what happens in Kenya will

have strong repercussions in the region.


Equally, the Kenya polls will certainly set a precedent for other East African countries to

follow, regarding political leadership and democratic practices. It should be noted that

Kenya did not have an internet shut down in the current electoral process, a pattern that

has become commonplace with many African electoral processes, violence has been

curtailed and the level of transparency through the process has been beckoned as a

breath of fresh air in electoral processes within the region.


It should be remembered that the 2022 general elections of Uganda, were held amidst a

total internet shutdown and with heavy military presence and arrest of political opponents

and therefore, Kenya sets a new precedent in how to organise, non-violent elections, that

among other things is because of their electoral reforms that came after a rather violent

the electoral process in 2007/8.


The intricacies in the region lie in East Africa’s longest-serving Presidents, If removed,

there is a possibility that the region can finally deal with the narrative of a life presidency in

the East African region. The geopolitical placing of some leaders serves for a longer

the entrenchment of particular people’s interests within the region. Kenya stands out for its

the relative stability in a region where some elections are deeply challenged and longtime

leaders such as Rwanda’s President Paul Kagame and Uganda’s President Yoweri

Museveni has been declared the winner with almost 99% of the votes or been widely

accused of physically cracking down on contenders and rendering the ballot void of

transformative and transitional politics.


Democracies require not just presidents who bow out, but elections that are seen to be

free, fair and peaceful. Kenya is setting a new trajectory for herself, but precarious

questions to ask now and beyond the polls are whether the Kenyan election will birth a new

strongman in the region. And will there be a change in the guard of leadership or an extension

of the old rule? Those among other questions are important for us to interrogate and make

sense of.


While we wait for Kenya’s fifth president, it goes without saying that this election is central

into moving Kenya into the space for healthy electoral processes and for a better Kenya in

the long run. Fundamentally, Kenya has many issues at stake ranging from youth

unemployment that has been at a record high for the past five years, and stands at 30%,

Inflation due to the global economic crisis among other issues and consequently, whoever

takes the office of the president, has urgent work to be done.


Tricia Gloria Nabaye

Resident Research Associate: GREAT LAKES INSTITUTE FOR STRATEGIC

STUDIES.

Saturday, April 16, 2022

OF DEEP-END PITS



Today I danced with the thought of suicide [Selah]
I am not brave enough to do it but the thought crossed my mind;
I am happy with my life… it just has been hard holding things together for a while now…
And the fear to ask for help…
People say call me when you need me but I have called sometimes and I could tell the disdain on the other end…
Also, my pride started to shy away from just asking.
But today I danced with the idea of suicide. 
For the first time…it felt like a simple solution to my problems;
I know I am not brave enough to do it…but the thought of it scared me a little bit.
Thoughts become actions…
Today I danced with the solution to living; 
Today I danced with the thought of suicide...

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TO LOVE AND TO LET GO




 I knew this day was coming so why am I hurting?

I knew you were never mine so why did it hurt?

                                         I loved you and yet for my sanity, I had to let you go...

Hearing you say you love me on the other end of the receiver broke my heart and yet…

                                                It was time to let you go 

This love broke my heart when it didn’t have to

Your love broke my heart. I had to let you go…even if it meant breaking my own heart. 



P.S: Ode to all the people we have had to stop loving in order to rescue ourselves. We know we love you and we know you love us but that doesn’t make that love healthy.

Friday, April 15, 2022

Hearts belong to the Maker




 You know my heart Lord,


There is nothing in my world that catches you by surprise.

Even the chaos in my heart… you are preview to.

You know my intricacies and the proclivities that make me… me.

You know my quirkiness and my stern diversion to principles.

But you also know my warmest self and my heart for community. 

You know me… me your Mumbejja. 

And so, I am in reckless abandonment to your will and purpose. 

My heart’s overwhelm can only be carried by the one who knows me better than I know myself.

And here, in the midst of all the moving pieces in my world… I release my heart to you. 

Be it unto me: According to your Will.   

Monday, April 11, 2022

29ish: Of big ages and finishing a decade well




It is my 29th birthday. Selah! 








I do not what it is but my big age is making me jittery, of course, I no longer have the flare that used to follow me in my tender years, I am quieter and bent on enjoying my solitude, I have a pet in the absence of children [I have decided that is the reason] I am learning patience, I am less impulsive, less sensitive and more forgiving of things not going my way. 

 I can officially say, I am at the heart of adulting, I have had my moment with how expensive saucepans and curtains are, the latter almost wipe me off but also opened my eyes to what bills, budgeting and finances are really about.

I have an investment portfolio, right now it is in pause mode because of the Ukrainian crisis but that too will pass. I have a cloud of witnesses on this journey called mentors, though buddies and cheerleaders. I can officially claim responsibility and accountability on my turf. 

Everything seems to be falling into alignment. And that is the place I want to be for the next year- in alignment. 

In all living, I am very scared of 29, at the back of my mind, is the resounding gong telling me to make 29 counts because it is the last year in the decade of my 20s. That responsibility continues to outweigh my dreams and aspirations. As if for some unknown reason, 29 is my grounding year, in a sense, I feel like, after 29, there will be very little that can ground me if I miss it at 29. 

Phew! I am very scared of 29, I desire to get it right, and to find my alignment in this life. To recourse, realign and repurpose myself for the next decade. I don't want this next year to find me still rumbling about getting it right. I want to have a plan for the next decade, whether it happens in that way or not. 29 is the year to plan for my 30s.

I also know that many of my plans will change as the years unfold but I want to hope that I will have cemented my next steps at my finishing plate in my twenties. 

What a time to be this old! What a time to dream and what a time to align oneself. I am hoping for the best certainly as I also prepare for the worst.
Here is to 29-ish. To be a full-blown adult with responsibilities, to desire more growth, to shape the journey ahead and to enjoy the moments in between. Here's to making it all work. 

29-ish

P.S: This was a 4th April Post.

I PUT YOU IN A POEM

 



Hey, you...

Seeing you from here doesn't put things in perspective.

I like you for me..heck I want you for me

Beyond that...I am clueless

So I put you in a poem.

                                  I see you dare to try...

                                 Will the stars align? Will you dare intentionality...

                                 You don't see it but I am anxious...This...this brave face hides a feeble trembling soul.

                                  I know that you are good for my soul.

I see you stern and sharp...

Rough on the edges but aren't we all?

I like you for me..heck I want you for me

Beyond that...I am clueless

So I put you in a poem.


PS: To all the men capable of making me write poetry. You unleash my rawest self ❤️

Sunday, February 13, 2022

GRATITUDE FILES: NSIIMYE





I am seated at Admas Grand Hotel balcony... it is business gateway (and maybe the pleasure of enjoying clean air and serenity) So I can rightfully says it is a business and pleasure kind of thing. 
I digress, but sitting here has given me an opportunity to take inventory of where I am in this life thing, I have many times this year caught myself in despair and grumbling with what I am doing but I took a moment to pull up some gratitude files and I can really say, I am grateful!
I am still scared of turning twenty nine but I am equally happy with how far I have come on this life journey. There was a time I was scared I wouldn't make it this far but to see how much ground I have covered in 28 years! I am filled with bounts of gratitude.

In the chaos of the city, between fuel prices and the overwhelming mundane, you really miss it, you keep going and it is easy to miss the moment to stop and say, "Thank you". Thank you to the community around you, Thank you to God and it shook me that while I sat here, enjoying the cool breeze, I was thankful for a lot of the things that are happening in my world.

Twenty nine will definitely come and I know that I will be okay, I will do life and accomplish that which is rationally possible in my sphere and I will be okay. I am going to choose joy and fight for it. To choose laughter in the presence of tears. To  enjoy all the windows of life that open up on this journey. So, may twenty nine come, and may I be gracious enough to be on a constant journey of grace and acceptance so that my heart can always find the gratitude files archived on this journey. It has been 28 amazing and radically life changing years and I am grateful! 

I am honored to see myself evolve, rebuild and become who I have dreamed  for myself. I feel teary right now because, I almost missed it, but honey I have beaten the odds! I have built a whole world for my feeble heart to dwell in and it is beautiful to see. I have built a village of amazing women in my corner and let me tell you, I have a wonderful force behind me. I have done right by me...and yet I sometimes miss it in the chaos!

For now, I am grateful for the trails of struggle filled with overcoming that I leave behind. I am grateful for the village that makes it possible for me to keep going forward. I am grateful even in all the little moments of "What in the world is God doing right now?"  
In the chaos found in this life thing, I am okay, I am thankful and grateful..Nsiimye...Selah!

Friday, February 11, 2022

An Ode to “You”

 Hey you, yes you, I see you,


Here in a crowd of 42 million people, I see you.

I see you figuring it all out… sometimes chaotic but most times even when you don’t see it there is order.

Yes, you… I see you fumble with the lamp that lights your way. 
I see you give up… I see you get up back again,
I see you daring greatly.

Hey you, I see you doing life,
Yes, it is messy, it is tedious and it is heart wrenching sometimes…
But, it is also… beautiful, joyous, and everything in between the crevices of broken and beautiful 

Live through it all, for in every way… this life, is meant to be lived. 

Saturday, January 15, 2022

WHAT BREAKS A HEART?



I don’t know if I have made a habit of penning my heart, but I find that I wear my heart on a sleeve. I am every bit my mother’s child.

Today was a beautiful day, it rained and it made me happy. But today also made me sad, extremely sad. Not for anything beyond the heart. What breaks a heart? I will tell you.

I have had my heart broken at the aspect of losing time, time to find a consistent and steady love. I have had my heart break at the sound of music that reminds me of bonds forged with time. I have had my heart break at the idea of almost, of beautiful stories that could have been made. 

Words fail me but I am speaking of what breaks my fragile heart so easily. I think I break my own heart from time to time. If not most of the time, If Benjamin Zulu was in Uganda, he would call me out of self-sabotage and my people pleasing ways.  But he doesn’t have to come by, I know so. And I am working on myself to either learn how to deal with my flaws or accept them. In every way, something gotta give!

I am scared to end up alone but I am more afraid of ending up in the wrong arms. And this fear has exposed me to all kinds of men, I am at the end of vetting a good man, but a man in a different season of life than I am. And that broke my heart… in many ways, I broke my own heart but also saved it. An oxymoron!

Maybe I will get it right someday not today. Or maybe I might never get it right. But I am sure of the fact that, if it causes me confusion, second guessing and unease—it probably is going to cost me a lot. 

This breaks my heart, but a good man in a wrong season is still the wrong man. Yikes! Tonight I write, tomorrow…I will wake up to raise hope yet again. I will live through a new day, breathe...excel and yet again, look beyond the horizon and dream another dream. 

It was almost everything, but I also know it was covered in extreme hints from me, dipped in extreme need to get it right and if I have mastered anything, I have mastered  breaking at almosts, a cycle that most probably won't end, if I keep believing in people's potential. 

I could write on...but I need a cup of hot chocolate and it is past midnight.

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