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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.

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.





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