Rising Star

Anne toyed with the idea of skipping Belinda’s birthday party altogether but, on second thought, she decided to go. She did not want to upset her closest friend and besides, she had already promised her that she would attend. She dragged her tired body out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. Lately, her life seemed to have turned uneventful since she broke up with Frank six months ago. Just the passing thought of him made Anne’s heart wrench with pain. She had loved him so much and missed all they did together. For once in a very long time, as she sat in the bathtub, she allowed her mind to drift away to the very first time that they met. She had traveled to her rural home that weekend but on her way back she’d been stranded at the Old Taxi Park because there were no more vehicles going to Mukono. Though it was a bit late, vehicles usually commuted to and fro Mukono up to as late as midnight. So, when she alighted at the Park and realized that some of the vehicles had been

  Miranda was an only child of a rich family. Her parents ensured that she had the best education could offer. She was not only beautiful but also intelligent. Money does not buy friends but it gets you a better class of enemies, so, Miranda knew no friends. She was called ‘the rich girl’ with so much contempt that sometimes she wished to disassociate herself from her wealthy background. To accomplish this, she refused to be dropped at and picked up from school, instead, she walked all the way to their posh house. But no matter how much she tried to show her schoolmates that she was not made of money, her attempts failed short. With time, though, she stopped craving for their company for there was Frank. They were in the same class but he did not ostracize her as others did. To say the least, he protected her from the sharp tongues of the schoolmates and made sure that she never missed company.   One event really endeared Frank to her, and which she remembered vividly, was when

I write this post in gratitude for the far I have come. I am grateful to God, my parents, my friends, my mentors and all the others who encouraged me in my First Year of my Masters. I did finally finish my first year and the feeling was quite exhilarating. I felt like screaming and jumping up for joy. Truly, hard work pays. When I started in October 2011, i knew it was going to be a tough journey. And it was. I almost gave up especially during the last months. But i survived by the grace of God. So, I am done with my first year. I am done with excessive traveling. Now to second year. I have been warned about research and fieldwork. To be truthful, i am not really looking forward to the whole research issues but I have to. In every year, I have people who encourage me and urge me to push forward. At this time, I am grateful to all those people who are up there in their professions, for constantly finding out how i am fairing on. For telling me to keep on working hard and telling m