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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.

Wednesday, June 05, 2019

ON VOICES OF DISSENT IN UGANDA

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Uganda is a diverse Nation in construct, Different forms of diversity not only identify us but also distinguish us from the many people in this land. We hail from different regions, that are composed of different tribes that speak different languages. we also as a people, practice different religion. 

Such diversity should be able to elevate us into achieving different goals for the greater good so we can grow as a Nation. Our differences are meant to increase our productivity in the long run.

Being multi-lingual, with a multi party system as well, Uganda has created representation of people of all divides everywhere.  But like our divisions on tribes, unfortunately our political parties represent religion, tribal orientation before they represent our political bearing and values.

With such an enabling environment, the unity of Ugandans has become elusive and abstract in nature. This has ultimately stifled the role of dissent in pushing governance and development ahead. We as a people have been brought to a cross road, where to speak the truths of this land almost sounds like being anti-government and this is evident in the;

The level of intolerance among each other; 
We have become very intolerant of each other's views and have become both defensive and dismissive in our discourse.
Our reality has come to a place where we cannot  talk to each other without the looming cloud of sects.

The creation of catalyst to deter dissent;
Government through the Public Order Management Act(2013), has left no room for other political parties to exercise their freedom to assemble. The Act holds a bias on a small sect of people in society and it has also exposed the impartiality of the military and police forces in implementing this law. And so, if you speak contrary to the status quo of government, you are labelled "anti-government" and from there on are treated as such, and consequently will be caught up in a witch hunt,with the security organs of the land.
And it is the witch hunt, arbitrary arrests and elimination of voices of dissent that has made it hard for democracy to thrive in Uganda.

We need voices of dissent to create a balance in the discourse and engagements that push for the development of this land. We need to create a society that adheres to and embraces dissent and the different faces of democracy for without them this becomes a dictatorship, where the decisions of the day take only one individual to make at the expense of a whole Nation.

Dissent fosters objectivity and checks impunity, for where alternative voices are given audience, new strategies to governance and democracy are welcomed and used for the greater good. So we need to work towards achieving a society that can accommodate  the different voices that make this land unique in its construct.

Monday, May 27, 2019

Poetry for Stella


Dr Mama...
The writer of redeeming words,
The undresser of the oppressor,
Dr Mama...
The chief-tress of the brain users,

I pen truths to speak of your struggle;
I make words bleed with imagery of your sacrifice.
We never deserved the love you  have offered this land.

Yet you journey on,
Painting the way of this land using your lingual.
And I will let the pen scribble...
Of terrible births that have caused our demise!

Of greedy men that have eaten our innocence away;
Of the children of this land...dead in slumber,
Of some blinded by stolen loot.

I embrace your struggle mama...
We work for your freedom Mama...
We lay restless for a cause burning in our hearts because of you.

We wage war for you... Dr. Mama.

Tuesday, April 30, 2019

ON BOBI WINE AND THE FACE OF THE STRUGGLE

When I look at Hon. Robert Kyagulanyi Sentamu a.k.a Bobiwine, I think of Thomas Sankara and his guitar, I think of all the legendary guitars and musicians that went silent in the face of political strife. Music has for so long been an instrument of change.

In view of the recent cancellation of his Kyarenga extra concert, the witch hunt and ongoing house arrest that suffers Hon. Kyagulanyi, one starts to questions the working of human rights laws in Uganda, the loyalties of the Uganda Police Force and the rule of democracy. The normal procedures of arrests have been violated, the workings of the law been undermined and abused in view of the person of Hon. Kyagulanyi. 

We have been here before, in 2016, we witnessed the brutal arrests and man handling, we have walked through the trauma of witnessing police brutality and without a doubt, and people came out and had an opinion about it. Demonstrations happened that most times ended up in tear gas and deaths. But the last time we had these episodes it was against the former Presidential candidate Dr. Besigye Warren Kiiza.

So why is an episode that is unprecedented meeting the same contradictions? Is there something in our push for human rights and justice that was not remedied that we ended up in the same fracas three years later? Is there redress in the rule of law that we have ignored and we find ourselves at the same dispensation?
Hon. Kyagulanyi says that he has been waiting for the court ruling on the dismissal of their concerts since 2017.As I write, the Concert promoters have filed a case involving all Bobi wine concert appearances for redress in the courts of law.

And even then, as I write the police are preparing to file criminal charges against Hon. Kyagulanyi that he will need to answer. While still camping at his house and holding him under house arrest in what has been termed as “preventative arrest”
I borrow the words of Bobi wine, “Mwebeleremu!” The people need to find purpose within the cause of Hon. Kyagulanyi; the tribulations of the people are not any different from the very things Hon. Kyagulanyi faces today. The collective voice of the people, civil society and human rights bodies needs to be heard far beyond the media and press address on the human violations that suffer Hon. Kyagulanyi as first and most a citizen of this country
The death of the rule of law, the impunity of the government operatives, and the apathy of the citizenry has become the defining face of Uganda and it is important for us as a people to take back the reigns of order. The people need to be empowered to find reason to make sense of what democracy is and what it is not in the Uganda experience. 
We need to foster dissent in the political spaces of Uganda in order for us to have the ability to accommodate different political actors in the politics of Uganda.

As a country, we also need to have a streamlined definition of the role of police in the protection of the people because I am very certain that the very police deployed to deter the Kyarenga Concert would have been used to protect the revelers.

So it is a question of whether there is a chance for the reign of the law in Uganda. Can we as the people of Uganda, civil society and the powers that be work towards fostering the rule of law and democracy in Uganda? When we can have common grounds on where we go from here on, then we can have a chance to work towards change.


Tuesday, April 23, 2019

FEELS FROM THE VOID: Of empty depths


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Empty feels real some days,
The days that you feel like you need some normal,
 that keeps evading you.

Empty feels real right now,
To know that there is no person waiting on the other side of the road.
To be waiting on nothing,
To have nothing to look forward to,
That void only you learn to
fill with your own little workings.

But man was born for relationship,
And man thrives in love.
So to look in the mirror and love myself has come easy,
But the overflow has not found a vessel to drain in.

And so I embrace the loneliness...
I embrace the rawness of this void...
I hold this empty for a moment...
Until I hold something that feels warm and real for a
while.

I am empty, void and caught in the pain of not finding
you...
I need you to find me sooner than later...
Not to fill the void but to make this void have purpose.
To give to me another piece of the story that is missing, for the moments to make sense.
I need you to show up and stir up the storm of life beckoning to exists.

Thursday, March 28, 2019

MEETING #26

My birthday is in six days and I am starting to have an overwhelming nauseating feeling that I am not ready.

I am not ready to meet 26. I feel inadequate walking into a new year unsure of what the plan is, mostly because 25 ended up with an altered plan. Yes, there was a lot of growing that came with 25 but then what do I take into 26, is a question I wrestle with.

The truth that I am not as young as 20, hits home more now than even at 25. I am into the journey of my late 20s. I am more aware of the responsibilities and consequences thereof that come with 26. 

I am scared of not knowing what to imagine a few days from now. I know it will be a normal walk into Thursday because when I think about it, something will definitely change as well within.

So here I am at the finish of a quarter of a century, not sure of what changes will come but more aware of how much I am growing, I am changing and most importantly how many things I am learning to embrace. Oh the struggle with embracing 26.

I am scared, I have questions to what my life would be like if all factors had remained constant. I have doubts and questions of whether I am doing a great job at living and at adulting.

I know I don’t need to overthink growing but with dreams that need actualizing, I have moments of life editing. I see life through lenses of what I have accomplished on this journey. I am not sure if I am doing enough and even if I was, I am not sure I know what that is.

So I walk into 26, with a sulk I cannot avoid and a calmness I am choosing to master. I walk into 26, unsure but determined. I go with no plan but resolve. With heart and drive. Only because, in many years, my heart and gut have proved to be good allies.

I go into 26, raw with emotion but alive.





HUMANS OF MY WORLD: Selah Moments



The other day, I saw you grieve...
Your loss brought me back to this
 reality.
The other day you shaved your honor in mourning.
I mourned with you...
But even then I felt my heartbreak on the things I wanted to do for you yet felt short in my ability.
I sit here and think of you...
Yet my thoughts in this moment, don’t count for your freedom.
                        Selah 
You are the epitome of achievement.
Or maybe in my smitten stance I see only your greatness.
The other day you made my heart skip beats...
And today I don’t know where the boundary line lies.
I think of you and then tell myself to keep you in a place of awe other than of mutual love.
But what if what you feel, is a mirror of my very being?
                           Selah
You are everything I would have loved to have.
You are the one the future would look amazing with.
You are flawed but yet I see the beauty of who you are.
Maybe I see what I want to.
Maybe you are everything I choose not to see.
                         Selah

Beloved Bestie, the one who gets me before others...
In your difference I mirror my very likeness.
You are the best companion to do life with.
In the chaos and shortness of this life, I have enjoyed taking the ride with you.
You are the safest place a heart can go to.
                       Selah

And then there’s you, you who is the full roundness of me.
I am incomplete without a journey into your life.
You who has carried me on this journey...
Who has cried for me without showing it...
Who has loved me unconditionally.
Life without you is hard to imagine.
Because in you, I am and I love you fiercely.
                         Selah

The trail of your irresistible hearts has left me with a story written on my heart.
The women and the men that have marked the highlights of my journey.


Humans of my world.

Sunday, March 10, 2019

ON BOBI WINE AND THE VISION FOR THIS COUNTRY

After his interview on NTV a lot of Ugandans have been quick to dismiss the vision Bobi wine has for this country and the dimensions of which he will execute his presidency. From time to time, I have thought that Mr. Kyagulanyi is a change driver and not necessarily the best placed person to deliver the nation that we want but we are at a place where to live in the status quo is more detrimental than to have change happen. We need change to manifest and we need to see it as soon as possible. The dimensions of policy and economics  are a thing in play that will come along the way. But for one man to think that he can hold a whole nation at ransom is rather a place to start our discourse.

Omuntu wa wansi does not know any fiscal policy when he is being evicted from his land by angry megalomaniacs and most definitely they will not know those dynamics when they cannot afford one meal a day. The fallacy that orators make the best presidents should stop and while I acknowledge that Mr. Kyagulanyi failed to sell his brand of presidency in the interview we cannot dismiss his revolve for change in this land. The practicability of how he is going to do it, is something that he needs to start to polish with his team.

It is rather unfortunate that the so called elite are quick to dismiss Mr. Kyagulanyi on principles many of them cannot articulate as well. I am very certain that there is no way knowing the GDP of this land has changed many lives because in the hindsight we glorify GDP and forget to look at the quality of human life.The reality of what is behind fiscal policies and GDP is manifest in the quality of life our people live, the impunity and the digress that is evident in all spheres of this land. So don’t be so eager to dismiss the role Mr Kyagulanyi plays in making it easy for the people to see areas of change. Oration never makes for change and I am more confident in a struggle where the people can acknowledge that we need change in leadership and there after we can figure out how to go about that change.

I am very skeptical to go back to the polls with an old man that has declared himself the only visionary for the land, I am more overwhelmed to even go to the polls with an opposition that has the same Men parading themselves as the change makers. Something has to change, the old men need to let the youth take on and then lead them onto the journey ahead. Instead of Mr Besigye dying to seat in the presidential seat, I would be very happy to see him advice Hon Kyagulanyi and take him under his wing. It would make for better sense to see a united front on issues that will deliver change for us.

We are faced with dire poverty, bad health care, no schools, high unemployment levels and the only thing worrying Ugandans is how fiscal knowledge is going to deliver change. Are you even kidding me? I need to get a job, a good job because I have the skills for it and I have the knowledge for it but I cannot because I don’t hail from a particular region and I don’t have people in government to push me there and some dumb head is sitting in a job they clearly know nothing about and are probably getting paid for just sitting and you are here telling me about GDP and the crap. Can we get real? We have real issues that suffer the common man and that is what Mr. Kyagulanyi is trying to tell you. If the revolution ever fails, it will be at the expense of the so called elite.

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

PROSCRIBED LOVE



I’d like to think that Love is a choice, many claim it is but Love is more free will than we would like to think. You love who you love.

Looking back, the actions of my heart have left me questioning my moral valve, my integrity and most of all myself. “Is it possible that of all beings your heart would choose a married man?” I asked myself on one of those long “look in the mirror “ moments. 
To which I have found no answer. I am not sure it is anything to do with my morals but more to do with my heart.

The heart wants what it wants. The heart wants to have it all, Is it selfish? Maybe. Do I act on what I feel? Maybe, Maybe not. 

You see, he is going to call and I am going to shiver through my being. He is going to say my name, in ways I have never heard my name spoken. Whoever thought a three letter name would sound so angelic!

And so the warm feeling of his being grabs me by accident, I never did choose him, in my mental faculty, he was never to be desired. So how did we end up here? Him, so married. Me, not sure if I am yet a fully blown “Poisonous Ivy”

So, here I am looking beyond this heart, caught up in the chaos of teaching this heart to stay off taken souls. “He’s taken”, I say. And in that moment I break my own heart and mend it back again. 

So when I stare at the mirror tonight, I will speak life to the heart...to beat only after that which is attainable. To lift my song into the arms of a free soul. “But isn’t that choosing?” You say.

What is choice if you cannot get the desire of your heart? 


Tuesday, February 19, 2019

25

If anyone had told me that at 25 I will be dealing with unearthing the shape of my true self, I would have told them how crazy they are.

But here we are, shaping into the core of what will be me for a very long time, embracing the truth of who I choose to be and who I want to be. Shaping the narrative of what will be said of me. Here I am.

Learning that not everyone is as good as their word. Struggling to live with that truth.
Learning that I am strong and yet vulnerable and that is where the balance of life is.
Healing the brokenness with in me, embracing the imperfections in me. Crying, healing and resurrecting from the pains of being.

And doing life.

The hard bits of 25 have brought me back to the person in the mirror. Embracing me yet again. Soaking in the truth that, there will never be a more important person than the image in the mirror, me.
And yet choosing the way of love, to share of myself to those that need me. Selflessly, embracing uncertainty, choosing light and soaking in hope.

The hard days of 25 have taught me patience, grace and Selah(to pause and ponder). There are more selah moments now than ever. Times when wisdom beckons, times when deeper truths come forth and stubbornly sit at the center of my heart.

And then, there I am at 25, in the rawest form of being. Me being real, embracing a world that is capable of loving me and hurting and yet...I show up everyday with a smile from the wells of my heart.

25

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

TO THE ONE THAT HOLDS THE TORCH


To him that carries the torch;
We see you,
We hear  you.
In the midst of this busy life,
We hinge our journey on your truth,
Because we listen.

We listen and take to heart,
We see you in the eyes of change,
We see you in the hope of a Nation,
We see you, for you are the one we have been waiting for.

And we walk towards the light that you emit
We walk to get a shimmer of your tenacity
That we might get a chance to change this city.
And see the winds of change sweep the men out of their day slumber...

A man I know had a dream... 
In oblivion we gazed but yet the reality of it now lives with us.
So in your hope, we sit and believe for better,
In your zeal we pen our passions,
In your tenacity we have mastered a stubborn persistence.

You hold the torch to the journey ahead.
Stepping in every footprint you leave behind, we trek on.
May your light never lack the oil that fuels the fire to dream for such a Nation.
For your dreams awaken the hope in our contention.


Let there be light...always.


Monday, February 11, 2019

BROKEN

And there I sat,
Leg lurched and my heart un bound.
Silently wailing...
Not one more
Not one more

They never did teach us what mastering love looks like.
They never did teach us what breaking felt like.
They put us here only but to learn on the journey.

And there I was torn yet again...
And this one left a sting  and muscle.
There I was building a strong wall,
A wall to cut off the drama of understanding a human soul.

Not one more
Not again
Not another heart break

This one i will live through 
But this heart is done feeling
This heart is done reaching out
This heart is fast bound

Not one more human
Not one more undress
Not one more embrace
Not one more

As the last one walked away
I knew a sure thing
I was done dating sons of men
For they have thicker skin than I do

I might not know what this heart will survive on
But the love of men is broken
Deceitful 
Washed out
Scarred

So I pick this fragile heart
I pick this crushed soul
I pick this little hurt girl
And take her in my arms
And love her 
For in the reality of life

I only have me

Friday, February 08, 2019

THE NEVENDER LOUNGE: In honor of Joel B Ntwatwa(2018) R.I.P


Letter to Nev

The other night, we celebrated you. We listened to your poetry and we sat in the glory of its sacredness. I remembered you from that calm stance you always had, scarf around your neck and never the impulsive one.

I wear a band with one thing we seem to hold on to; Now more than ever, “Hope never runs dry” Yes, Joel...My hope is running deep into the joys of what you have birthed. Something is growing, slow but sure. I see the ray of hope built in what you left behind.

You still whisper loudly, you still speak words even in the farthest of galaxies.

Nev; We remembered how you much you made us all feel special. Today, I thought I knew you better but we realized in the fall of the night; that you loved us selflessly. Thank you for being our only personal person.

In your hope, we write of seasons passing, seasons ending. And we write more in honor of not letting you go. So we stay in this hope, In this moment, to live through life as our torch of light...carrying us on through this uncertain journey.

Beyond the furthest of this hope is us seated in joy for the lives changing and the lives changed in the conversations, interactions and confidence you left with in us.

We still burn with hope, in all we do...we know, you would get it. Even in these words. I feel you close by. Smiling and choosing not to say a thing until my bubbly self cools off. 

Rest easy Joel... Enjoy Christ (That is the hope that lasts even after.)


P.S; The Nevender Legacy continues to light a path in the journey and works of Joel Benjamin Ntwatwa. You can be apart of this effort by donating to the work they are doing in honor of Nev.
Letter to Nev

The other night, we celebrated you. We listened to your poetry and we sat in the glory of its sacredness. I remembered you from that calm stance you always had, scarf around your neck and never the impulsive one.

I wear a band with one thing we seem to hold on to; Now more than ever, “Hope never runs dry” Yes, Joel...My hope is running deep into the joys of what you have birthed. Something is growing, slow but sure. I see the ray of hope built in what you left behind.

You still whisper loudly, you still speak words even in the farthest of galaxies.

Nev; We remembered how you much you made us all feel special. Today, I thought I knew you better but we realized in the fall of the night; that you loved us selflessly. Thank you for being our only personal person.

In your hope, we write of seasons passing, seasons ending. And we write more in honor of not letting you go. So we stay in this hope, In this moment, to live through life as our torch of light...carrying us on through this uncertain journey.

Beyond the furthest of this hope is us seated in joy for the lives changing and the lives changed in the conversations, interactions and confidence you left with in us.

We still burn with hope, in all we do...we know, you would get it. Even in these words. I feel you close by. Smiling and choosing not to say a thing until my bubbly self cools off. 

Rest easy Joel... Enjoy Christ (That is the hope that lasts even after.)



P.S; The Nevender Legacy continues to light a path in the journey and works of Joel Benjamin Ntwatwa. You can be apart of this effort by donating to the work they are doing in honor of Nev.

Friday, December 21, 2018

On the Namuddu Poetry Lounge


There is something about poetry that awakens me and reminds me of the things buried deep within me, the joy, the laughter and the love that only words can voice sometimes. And there I was listening to the poems of my dear friend Namuddu, she holds the accolades of being my mum, after all she has my mother’s name. 

This lounge was dear to my heart, mostly because over time, when I look back on the works of the Lantern meet of poets, the “Bittersweet: Love is forever “ recital still awakens me to emotions buried and alive in me and in that recital Ann’s work was the highlight of the night.

So I went, without a doubt excited to hear her voice on the issues that trouble our hearts. At least my heart is painted in her poem “Raindrops”. Ann said, “when she was not heard by one person, she wrote for a thousand to hear.” But maybe what I would want to say to her about her poetry is that, it is the mirror of a lot faces, as complex as love is or as complex as we make love out to be, we find ourselves in the words that show up in her poetry. I will speak for myself, I have seen myself lose my innocence and I could tell the difference it had from my ignorance. I have loved and found a shadow on the other side, I have had oceans of love to give, I have grown numb many a times from the hurt, I have cried my heart out and I have loved yet again, sometimes I would be the only one participating. Yet the anthem still rings, don’t give up on love.I have smiled through heartache and yet here we are...long after love failed us, or we failed love whichever way the universe will sway the person on the receiving end of the poem.

Where I find the liberation is in the power of the pen, you get this strong emotion, subject, muse and put it out in words, and give it a face and make it come to life, that is powerful, that is a place of strong standing and that is a place I want to hold Ann at, That even when words flow from the spaces that we are in, the true power is in realizing that in giving these words a face, we tell the story of many people, in a few lines.

On finding Selah, I wish I had told Ann that a pause or a stop has never been a bad thing, if there is rebirth after it. She spoke of closure, I saw new beginnings. When we write, we give birth to new thought, new ideas and to new purpose. And even though we enjoy Ann’s poetry on love and everything in between. Knowing the little I know about Ann, I cannot wait to read the storm of knowledge that is going to come out of her essays. I have seen the power of her pen and that above everything puts me in reckless hope of what she will birth out of her many thoughts on Feminism, social justice, mental health and other subjects there of.

The Namuddu lounge was a Phoenix rising moment and I was glad to be a part of it. It was much closure and it was rebirth. I don’t know where her thoughts are at but I am sure they are holding up a holy fire of new work to be devoured.


Keep on Keeping on my Namuddu

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