JC I was born again in 1984 in my own room through personal conviction of my own singleness and God’s gracious kindness and patience with me. Knowing that sooner or later I was going to die, I found rest or peace in my heart concerning the condition in which I was to meet him. Since I also did not know what the future held for me, whether joy or sorrow, I urgently sought to be reconciled to the ...

Give me my machine gun Let me fight the war Don’t waste my time now It’s a perfect time to score A perfect time to hear those engines roar. Give me my machine gun Feel my passion burn When will you learn?? There’s a war out there, Still debating if you should load your gun? Are you for real son? I’m ready No need to call steady. Let’s go. There is a name to defend History to amend League...

The 2009 rugby season is just about to start and I have great expectations for local rugby this year, which I am sure are shared by many at Mean Machine. I would like to see a bigger and better Rugby Super Series tournament this year. I would like to see Uganda participate this year and bring the number of participating teams up to eight from six. The rivalry between Kenya and Uganda on the pitch...

It is amazing how the tiniest events can have the most profound consequences on one’s life. When I recently bent to knot together a loose shoe lace, I had no idea of the enormous ramifications of this mundane gesture. It was clearly evident that my hands had shrunk for my shoe seemed just beyond my grasp. Ignoring the early signs of a looming personal tragedy, I adopted a squatting position and...

Rugby: Man, Mouse Or Madness? My first contact with the game of rugby was in Form One when I joined high school. I underwent my secondary education in a totalitarian Roman Catholic institution that ascribed to the school of thought that physical hardship was critical to the good health of a young man’s soul. All sports were compulsory and in this regard, rugby was suited better than the rest. My...

It is three o’clock on a Wednesday afternoon and I am calling “Emman” to set up an appointment. I have postponed our meeting twice before and I feel extremely embarrassed as I make this call. After five rings Emman picks up his phone and sounds truly happy to hear my voice. He engages me in a discussion on the recently concluded Safari Sevens tournament and for a moment I forget my reason fo...