See What The New Vision Did To President Obama

Posted in Uncategorized on December 13, 2013 by SongaStone

The New Vision in its continuous quest to be pro-state went ahead and edited US President Barack Obama’s Mandela Memorial speech. See what New York-based journalist, Joshua Mmali noticed.

The New Vision reproduced the next excerpt from the speech in a story titled “Obama’s speech at Mandela memorial” and dated Dec 10, 2013.

“Like America’s founding fathers, he would erect a constitutional order to preserve freedom for future generations – a commitment to democracy and rule of law ratified not only by his election, but by his willingness to step down from power.”

Link to the story:

But when compared to the original phrasing, a crucial change was done to the last clause of the line.

The original speech:

“And like America’s Founding Fathers, he would erect a constitutional order to preserve freedom for future generations — a commitment to democracy and rule of law ratified not only by his election, but by his willingness to step down from power after only one term.”

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A New Parliament For MPs? That’s Buying The Chubby Kid A Golden Plate

Posted in Uncategorized on November 22, 2013 by SongaStone

First son-in-law Odrek Rwabwogo, a businessman, says he is “intrigued” by Parliament’s UGX36b “parking palace” and opines that instead, a new Parliament should have been built in Luweero or Nakasongola “so that the MPs can spend time deliberating instead of running errands and dodging parliamentary sessions”.

That is like saying, the king who has eaten himself into chubbiness now deserves a golden plate instead of a pass to a gym. I am intrigued by the MPs’ number but further mortified by the suggestion that instead of ensuring that number grows no more [and is slashed], room is being created in our thoughts for ideas of bricking up a new House. Can’t we slash their already army-sized growing number? It is that exaggerated figure driven by unending creation of districts in the name of taking services [that are yet to arrive in many places] closer to the people that is creating room for needs such as a 500-vehicle parking lot, whose security system will separately cost UGX16b. Other than sinking down the debt hole to an extent of beeping journalists, the list of the good this country’s colossal number of legislators comes with is shorter than the “pinky”.

And I hear many chuckles at Mr. Rwabwogo’s outside-Kampala House “with good access roads, gardens…” “Where are the good access roads for Ugandans?” those who choose not to laugh are heard asking.

And thank you Mr. Rwabogo for the reminder of the figure (UGX100b) that is the amount of money that was spent on Entebbe State House. Ugandan figures surely know how to sober me up. Occasional drinkers should turn to them as antidotes at the apex of their hangovers. Wait, some say they drink because of those numbers.

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If I Met Tusker Project Fame, This Is What I Would Tell Him/Her

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on October 21, 2013 by SongaStone

At the height of its glorious days, American Idol felt like the show that was going to be around for a long time. Until what I hope happens to Tusker Project Fame (TPF) happened. Now in its thirteenth season, one of history’s most successful American television shows is suffering the blows thrown by copycat programs such as The Voice and The X Factor. Especially The Voice.

Season by season, the star of American Idol got eclipsed by the new shows on the block which changed almost everything other than the fact that they all promise to give the world the next music superstar. Very few people today know the name of the last American Idol winner. If no such emergence had happened, the millions that are now spoiled for choice would end up where many talent search show-hungry East Africans currently find themselves. Hungry for a show the size of Tusker Project Fame but one where things are done a lot better.

Even with just five seasons behind it, East Africa’s ultimate vocal talent scouting platform is already tasting like that not-so-good meal you only eat because you are hungry. And that monopoly doesn’t mean everyone settles for the meal.

When the new season premiered this month, the one thing that made TPF bearable, one of the few unique things about the show, was that spirit of togetherness that it somehow manages to generate. The only other time East Africa is represented on one stage more often is when the region’s presidents meet. And of late, the subtle seclusion of some countries from the “table of men that matter” is slowly robbing that.

My interest in how this year’s season ends could be due to the fact that I actually auditioned and in a turn of events I later appreciated, I didn’t make it to the final elimination round. But on the show’s premier night, that gusto suffered a mild heart-attack. Excellence, a prerequisite for a show of its kind, came in smaller amounts that October 13th evening. It all started with that on scene audience pregnant with lethargy; the new co-host of the show was a victim of critical viewers who preferred her predecessor not to mention the struggling chemistry between her and the male co-host, the show’s deflating progression and shabby transitions (I found myself going to the kitchen with no worry I was missing anything)…endless humorless jokes and jabs…the contestants’ wardrobe manager who needs to manage their bad decision making skills…the croaking microphones and intermittent sound droughts… It all seemed haphazard. Many would-be attentive viewers found themselves looking at the more entertaining #TPF6 tweets.

I later concluded that the absence of shows worth the buzz TPF enjoys mostly because it is the only such show explains the noticeable laxity. Yes, things can go wrong but those were so many things going wrong. Especially with Endemol on board. My first recommendation is that aspiring shows find a way of making it to the regional stage to remind Tusker that the already dwindling viewer numbers can actually fall for good. Such a threat would no doubt sober up many people (unintended pun). I would gladly share some ideas with any rich man or woman (being super rich is an added advantage) excited by the possibility of throwing their monies at a venture such as this.

Back to American Idol.

A.I is the reason why the likes of Carrie Underwood, Adam Lambert, Jennifer Hudson,  Kelly Clarkson, Jordin Sparks, Mandisa and many others shine on even when the very reason they partially do is less talked about today than when they came to the limelight. A talent search show is no guarantee for success in the music industry but it is a very powerful pedestal. While it is written on no stones, the number of people that continue to shine on long after the show ends make it more successful. That could still be the reason why American Idol remains unforgettable. It gave us so much in terms of lasting talent. For many who are not following the sixth season of TPF, it is the unanswered question of which cave the winners slip into never to be heard from for a long time. Or never again.

There is so much irony in the fact that Asha Naava Zziwa alias Naava Grey, one of the very first people in the Tusker Academy back who was evicted in 2008 when the show first came on air is a brighter star than all the winners. Fellow Ugandan Esther Nabaasa (season 2 winner) and a couple of other former contestants remain part of the music industry but for a show of regional status, TPF is yet to produce that regional star. And the shortcomings of the latest search raise concern whether that will happen this year. And not like there is no talent in the nest this year.

Some will blame the hands that nurture the young talent sent to Nairobi, Kenya annually. Maybe the kind of stars stages such as TPF make is not fit enough for the local music industries in the region is another theory. Maybe it is a mixture of both or more. But if Tusker Project Fame is to give people five years from now a reason to watch, it needs to start producing stars. If that means further tightening the sieving process, so be it. If it means staying with the winner for sometime until they can fly on their own, for the sake of the show’s future, the winners and other contestants alike need to start making heart-winning music post-show.

The Voice, one of the reasons American Idol is down there on the list of top talent search shows today focuses a lot on judge-contestant knowledge imparting. The experts who are the judges and their resident trainers are often seen exhibiting a level of knowledge which when shared with eager contestants is the reason driving that show at the expense of many others.

Tusker Project Fame organisers will have to look further to find people that don’t just give us bubblegum repetitive ‘that was good…it was ok” comments. The academy idea seemed perfect until trouble knocked on the door. Given that the judges have lots of say on who stays, all of them ought to have enough knowledge to ensure who stays is not only on the basis of how they sound on performance night. The show’s main judging panel only has one member who will sit me down for a lecture on taking the stage. That is unhealthy given that she is not even the king of the judges.

Many viewers might enjoy Judge Ian’s quirky and idiosyncratic comments but the fact that his judging relies mostly on a honed ability to tell a good voice and a mediocre one by just listening is not healthy for the show. When a judge doesn’t like it, they should be able to give an option and in this case, illustrate it. The choreographer I saw last night throwing corny comments surely can’t do that.

Before The Voice concept has judges going out of their way to share their vocal knowledge, the system’s pairing mechanism somehow ensures that a country singer ends up on Blake Shelton’s team, a girl with a voice stronger than Birdy ends up on team Christina Aguilera while the futures of pop are more likely to go Cee Lo or Adam Levine. As the show progresses, the judges don’t just throw around comments, they are part of the final product. Tusker Project Fame needs that. The vocal coaches and dance instructors are needed but at the end of the day, the most powerful people in the room are the judges. They need to be part of the making of the end product they are to judge. And that takes more than having fitting adjectives. It calls for the ability to belt. Being unable to personally polish potential into superstar material is what one of the world’s greatest talent scout, Simon Cowell lacks to this day.

Dramatic comments and facial expressions don’t necessarily make music stars. And certainly, they shouldn’t be the sole reason people watch TPF in 2020 (hopefully this star shines on). The TPF judging panel ought to be more aware of the direction of the region’s music industry; The Voice beats other shows by many miles because it is consciously gravitating towards where the American music industry is headed. Before a 22-year-old sings a Makeba song, is her audience likely to connect with that? Is a 25-year-old song a perfect choice for this 22-year-old? The panel should be able to answer those questions. There is no maxim that African contestants must cling to tortoise-old African classics.

But yet again, not every singer is worth being a judge of upcoming stars. Conduct a poll on what people think of the ‘star-studded’ NTV Uganda Talent XP panel and you will fully grasp what I am saying. That is if you find a sufficient number of viewers relevant for the poll.

The countries represented on Tusker Project Fame including South Sudan collectively house over 160 million people. That number is many times higher than the number of TV sets in the region but a good number of them are more likely to be tuned to Tusker Project Fame every weekend for the next six weeks. And that could be because they don’t have anything like it coming in at that time. However, many more are watching Olivia Pope get to the bottom of things, The Blacklist or have their sets switched off. And TPF should be worried by the growing number of the latter.

The words of my favorite contestant seem to capture much of everything above: “I think what makes a celebrity is success. Fame is a vital thing and so is wealth. But success and fame are the key words” – Daisy Ejang. 

TPF has the money and over the years, it has garnered a level of fame and success but it needs more success if it is to be the show that can withstand the effects of being around for long or the arrival of a more captivating show.

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A Defaced Radiocity 97FM Banner Tells A Story About Ugandans

Posted in Uncategorized on October 4, 2013 by SongaStone

My primary school English teacher in her quest to have her “darlings” take home the relevance of apologising always said, “sorry will save you from a battle of one thousand words”. Teacher Jane is long gone (RIP) but her words like on many days made sense today.

For twenty five months, I have been an employee of Radiocity 97FM, a place where I have cultivated experience towards the ultimate journalist of my childhood dreams. Twenty five is time enough to win me plus my allegiance over. So when my eyes landed on a defaced banner of my station, my Radiocity, no I wasn’t going to smile on.

The station’s logo had been replaced with a collage of Sanyu FM logos! As my colleagues expressed surprise that someone would do that, I visited the Sanyu FM 88.2 Facebook page only to be shocked that indeed, someone had done this. And more shockingly, the official Sanyu FM page had the picture of sheer valley-low stooping. The event whose photo album the picture belonged was a Sanyu FM fete.


88.2 Sanyu FM, are we not stooping too low here? Defacing a Radiocity 97FM banner? Pic. from official Sanyu page” alongside “#ThingsSanyuFMCanCopyFromRadiocity“, I tweeted. Just for just. No hard feelings even in the wake of a bad joke about a station I have come to love dearly. In no time, a number of people equally surprised that a grandmother had stolen a child’s candy joined in. Many were unimpressed.

Tweets later, I saw it again. The Ugandan thing of defending the misdeeds of the “big” simply because they are big. Just last month, I watched on as some Ugandans defended a minister who said rape victims wearing “indecently” should not be listened to simply because girls are losing it and degenerating back to Adam’s suit.

They were back at it again. This time, lines such as “Sanyu can’t do that because they are Sanyu…even if they did, so what?” got retweeted and favorited. Defacing a banner found at a public place is justifiable because Sanyu did it. The picture was still up on the page by the time I hit ‘publish’ for this post.

I can’t imagine the torrent of backlash had this been the other way round; Seanice, Fatboy and all those other people tweeting about an incident where Radiocity defaced their banner and posted it online for its 50,000+ Facebook following. Not to mention the Sanyu FM listeners on Twitter many of whom stayed silent as their favorite station waded in murky waters.

As the never-to-happen scenario played in my head, someone I respect by default because she has been there done that, Seanice Kacungira, shocked me further. In a thread, the ‘queen of radio’ who goes by numerous such titles got insinuatory. “How do you know they didnt do it themselves?” she asked someone seeking her side’s word as the hashtag generated quite a good number of tweets. Did I mention Ms. Kacungira’s tweet started in a chicken way? My bad. The full tweet.


Humans became chicken and with no evidence, it was suggested that the group of people wondering why a rival’s Facebook page is carrying a picture of their defaced banner might be behind all this! According to that angle, someone here at Radiocity came up with a collage of Sanyu FM logos, went to Venom where the original banner was, probably attended whatever event it was, while everyone was busy pulling PSY moves, they stealthily plastered it on the Radiocity banner, and went ahead to hack into the Sanyu FM page to fix it right next to Seanice’s picture at the event. Sounds like someone is trying to out-stunt James Bond with a Seanice-tistic touch. Image

Ironically, a smiley Seanice who is seen in a picture bordering the defaced banner picture wanted none of this after her ballsy (acquire new balls already) tweet. “Leave me out of this”, she tweeted moments after her tweet above. Madam, it becomes your business when you indiscreetly add your voice to the crowd.

In ensuing tweets in which Seanice was copied, while some saw it as me, Songa Samuel-Stone, a nobody taking on queen S, it just corroborated the way people carry themselves around here because well, that is the way they are carried by others. Seanice partly goes ahead with the ridiculous claim that “they” might have done it simply because, when the big blunder, it is the fault of those offended. No evidence is needed. And they have starstruck followers kissing their feet in support.

One minute, Kibuule is right because feminine clothes are getting shorter…so we should rape them…and no one should listen. He denies and the public moves on. The other, a big brand such as Sanyu FM finds itself under some not flattering light and guess what, there are people who are very sure, that never happened, maybe photoshop was used, new radio is just trying to associate with the big fish because yada yada yada. Yaaadaaaa.

Something not right was done; the evidence seems stronger than the allegations. And we are coming up with excuses to defend the offender…after all, they are big. Untouchable. No surprise, Seanice sprouts out of God knows where and well aware the very people who hold her highly are not about to condemn the possibility someone in her camp did this, throws words around like she is eyeing Tamale Mirundi’s seat.

In an age where a screenshot can be used against you in the cyber courts of law (I am told even in some courts), pulling that picture off the page would have sounded more reasonable than the hollow excuses above. An apology in this case was like asking the Queen of England to carry a jerrycan of water but, STFU and letting the storm pass, was another option. Until Seanice snapped. Riding on the horse of a society evidently talented at irrelevant justification, the queen who does digital PR while away from the microphone, rode up the cliff of digital PR blunders.

And this is not personal. I must admit the first time I ever listened to this talented woman was last year. Truth. I am not a fan. And I have nothing against her. This was about a territory invaded. My radio. My Radiocity.

Shame upon whoever defaced that banner (and who posts that online for #TTs to be created?). Shame upon Seanice who clearly came into this with so much ego adamantly shunning the fact that a mistake had been made. And shame upon Ugandans who use every opportunity to winch up excuses in the wake of a misdeed, however excusable. And this wasn’t.

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Dear Uganda Police, Please Answer My Questions On Mueller

Posted in Uncategorized on October 2, 2013 by SongaStone

On closer look, the Uganda Police statement today on suspected terrorist, Ahmed Khalid Mueller, now said to be in Uganda identically resembles a Daily Monitor story from more than a year ago.

The Inspector General of Police, General Kale Kayihura’s statement partly reads: “…entered [Mueller] the country from Limulu, Kenya and traveled to Kampala, Uganda, aboard a Kaliita bus, Reg. NO. KBF 057N. He was dropped off at some point along Jinja Road in Kampala.”

The June 1, 2012 story which tells the first time this man reportedly entered Uganda partly reads: “While boarding Kampala-bound Kaliita Bus, Reg. No. KBF 057N…”

Is it possible that this man used the same bus, owned by the same company with the same registration number, on two occasions? Or, was today’s statement copied and pasted from last year’s?

The story and today’s statement indicate that Mueller’s original destination before Uganda was “Limulu in Kenya”. If it so happens that this coincidence is indeed truth, maybe you need to visit Limuru (not Limulu) to perhaps establish what this man who uses the same everything when coming to Uganda is doing in that part of my father’s home country.

And I am not attempting to undermine or belittle the serious issue at hand but the oddity glares brightly. Uganda Police Force, my eyes noticed but I am sure many more did too. How are we supposed to stop people who as Patrick J. Kennedy once described them, ‘try to manipulate us and change our behaviour by creating fear, uncertainty and division in society’ when we seemingly create similar atmospheres ourselves? If the threat that this man might be to us all is to hold credibility, a statement to perhaps explain the coincidences above will help.

Update: The Uganda Police never came out to clarify on glaring gaffe; no changes have been made to the website or Facebook page statements to this day.

VERBATIM: What Minister Kibuule Actually Said

Posted in Uncategorized on September 25, 2013 by SongaStone

State Minister for Youth and Children Affairs, Hon. Ronald Kibuule has since joined Twitter a day after his name was the most tweeted about topic in Uganda. His enrollment on the micro-blogging site is being seen as a PR move which further puts him in the eye of the storm thanks to comments he made over the weekend about rape and “indecent dressing”.

As the social media backlash brewed and the calls for his resignation grew louder on Tuesday, the 27-year-old Prime Minister Amama Mbabazi protégé in an interview with Radiocity 97FM said the Daily Monitor story had “misquoted” him. Upon the Speaker’s summoning Tuesday, the polygamous minister told Parliament Wednesday that his statement had been “misunderstood”.

Personally, I walked into the RC studios the day before his parliamentary appearance just to have him say to me the words, “I was misquoted”. And he did.

After hours of waiting to land my hands on the audio recording from which the following Daily Monitor excerpt was extracted, I finally took in what sounds like a collection of words worth throwing under the bed and moving on, but, words which ought not to be celebrated. Words whose owner must own up. Whether Kibuule was misquoted or misunderstood, I will let you be the judge. I warn you, there’s lots of misuse of the phrasal verb “put on”. Guard your English.

First, part of the Daily Monitor story:

“Rape victims who are dressed indecently have themselves to blame, according to Youth Affairs minister Ronald Kibule.

Addressing youth in Kajara County, Ntungamo District on Saturday, Mr Kibule said the police should instead charge the victims with inviting the crime.

The minister, who was attending the launch of Kajara Youth Development Cooperative and Savings Society, said the police must scrutinise each rape case reported to them to establish the dress code of the victim. He added that once it is established that the victim was indecently dressed, the suspect should be set free.

When this newspaper called him last evening to verify these reports, the minister reiterated his position, noting that indecent dressing was “an open invite to rapists”.”

And now the verbatim of the 2:22min long clip:

“Let’s get to another war (also sounds like “this brings me to another war”)…the way of dressing…the dress code. I am happy in this hall, I’ve not someone in a mini-skirt; I’ve not seen someone in a balanced trouser. I thank you, people of Kajara. (people clapping) I always get ashamed whenever I go to attend functions in Busoga and Buganda. I don’t know what they want to show me. Then you are in the taxi, carrying newspapers to cover. Who told you to put a mini-skirt? Me I have told even the police chief, “You shouldn’t listen to the person who comes to report a rape case putting on a mini-skirt.” The intention was, “please, why don’t you rape me?” (people laughing) Because in the first place, I’m not even sure that your intention was not to be raped. You’re putting on a mini-skirt, with a slit. Then, you cover. You start sitting. Please, comfortably, why don’t you put on…what…like these ladies now. They are comfortable. But now, as a youth minister, when I talk about this…these parliamentarians chased me…”ahh, we don’t need it”…because the ethics tried to bring it out… You are looking for a job; you come with your balanced trousers. Who wants to see you? I had to go and look for a musician called David Lutalo, asked him, why don’t you compose a song; talk about a dressing code, talk about the drugs…and you have seen me in that video. The reason was, let’s now create advocacy…that people just see, by the mercy of God, cease to dress up in such a manner. Someone in a balanced trouser; I see them that they have come for interviews. Who can employ you? If the…any operation came, you will not survive. They just see you as a suspect. If they’re looking for thugs and they happen to see the balanced trouser, they will just put you on ‘kabangali’ straight to the next the next police station.” (Link to audio below)

While I would have tried to stomach the misogynistic joke that the above words portray, that the minister goes ahead to even stand before Parliament and say he was misunderstood, I will only labour to respect him if he resigns. While at his resignation destination, I advise he also grows out of the mental state that assumes a woman who feels smart in a little black dress or hot pants is begging to be raped. In the past is where the act of assuming men have the powers to censor what women wear. And the people applauding in that clip ought to be ashamed of themselves, too. SHORT has never been a RAPE ME sign. That a man who even has daughters suggests so and goes ahead to deny is disgusting.

If you can’t control the little mister, men, have him amputated after all the Bible calls for those parts that might derail you off the route of righteousness and decency which “horny(rebel)” Kibuule seems to be advocating for, to be done away with.



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The Day I Auditioned For Tusker Project Fame. (PART 2)

Posted in Uncategorized on September 9, 2013 by SongaStone

The team of Ugandans proceeding to Nairobi, Kenya for this year’s Tusker Project Fame is good. The other five nations sending representatives to the region’s biggest vocal talent show will have to triple what they are bringing to the stage. But, contestant number 6012, Songa Samuel-Stone, is not part of that good team. 

I know. Disappointing. I lived the moment and surely, for as long as it lingered heavily, it was deflating.

Sunday September 8th, 2013 will always be that day when one risky move brought to an end what could perhaps have been a longer journey. Since my first audition in Mbarara, I segued through the list of songs from which I intended to choose songs for as long as I stayed in the race. Two options were earmarked; I studied them line by line, I understood the notes involved and in some cases, carefully made changes. But as I would later learn, even two can be many. 

The day before was spent catching up with Christine and Ritah. The two were part of the six who made it out of the western region audition. We chatted, lunched…they met my friend Deon and later, we attended the Saturday service at Watoto Central where they congruously met Tony, another friend. But as Tony who is on his way up the ladder of music directing shared a few crucial tips with the girls, one unanswered question lingered silently. Which one of the two songs is perfect for tomorrow?

If only Tony had listened to the two and swerved my mind the other way. But he didn’t. If only I had listened to Ritah who insisted I sounded better on option #2 that bright Sunday morning. But I didn’t. IF ONLY Danny’s advice less than an hour before I went in had beaten my insistent gut. Again, it didn’t. If only my mind had changed when the compère called out my number. Still, I didn’t. A million respondents would have nodded YES to the me rolling in the deep but I insisted on doing things personally. My reason? A slower mellow chorus-only version of P. Square’s PERSONALLY was not heard of and it portrayed my ability to deliver consistent notes. (No I didn’t sing the “bakaboom boom” version). How about we preserve the Adele-tistic notes for the next rounds?

Moments after I walked into that room and my eyes met three pairs of familiar eyes, they unanimously fronted the assessment that my choice gave me away as someone that can sing. But not as someone who deserves to proceed because I stood out. 

More IFs. If only I had asked them to give me a second chance. But contestants had been warned against that because the judges were to say no. Later, the judges were asked by the producers to grant a second shot in scenarios where the contestant deserved so. If only I had broken that rule. I didn’t because I guess I am not one who breaks rules. 

And that was it. I spent the next hours going over and over the scenarios that could have made this story different. I even lurked around for a second chance. I nearly got it but I didn’t. 

Music has been part of me immemorially and on countless occasions, I nearly ventured into it. But that never happened; ideas such as going for singing competitions have always been distant…the closest I have allowed my vocal talent to shine was being part of a choir. Even as a chorister, I shunned (and perhaps still do) graduating into a lead singer. And there is a sound reason. As early as I can remember, I have always aspired to be a journalist and I have dedicated (and still do) the past years of my adulthood at achieving success solely in that line. At 16, I coupled childhood dreaming with action to embark on my journalistic journey. From contributing articles to magazines for free to my first day in a newsroom…first radio job and the current one, the story is already something. All along, music sat in the back seat and even when I resolved to give it a chance (just one), it was because it presented itself as an inviting boat that could take me a step(s) closer to the ultimate journalist I see myself becoming. That is like shunning a girl and the only time you choose to pay attention to her, it is because you want something from her. And what did “she” do? Shunned me too. Sounds like fair game. 

But the whole experience underscored something. Forget the docked boat, however inviting. Strip to the undies and jump into the cold water. And swim. That is the harder way of doing things but having tried to hop onto the TPF boat and scored insufficient success, it looks like that is my only option. And I am glad it is. Such a route is like going through a long tunnel; the other side is a distance away…the uncertainty is abound and the challenge is real. But when I make it there, I will be back here to tell you about it. For now, I choose to roll in the deep. And do things resolutely and PERSONALLY. Sorry music, journalism wins. Not the best place to enter with thirst for the mighty dollar but I will take it. 

One of the judges said they will buy my music when it comes out. Speak of comments I can only smile at. I will always love music and as an avid consumer of worthy arts, it will always remain a book I love owning. But not making. 

To the fifteen that will soon be in Kenyatta land, the journey gets tougher but when the chance comes, take the steep road…opportunity comes once. ROLL IN THE DEEP. 

“If Only I’d Rolled In The Deep. But I am Glad I Didn’t…”

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