dear uganda tourism…#eish! from a local tourist and his children


Below is a copy and paste job I am particularly proud of. Not because of the quality of my copy and paste skills, but because of the content therein.

Alex Twinomugisha is a resident of East Africa, living in Nairobi and Kampala and working right across the region.

He is one of my favourite Ugandans for a long list of reasons, some of which will be evident to you shortly if you pay attention all through the article he has written below and shared with the Uganda Tourism Board.

Please don’t let your anger, reading his piece, distract you from the content, ideas and possibilities around what YOU could do to improve things in Uganda. 

Sadly, some people are going to go on the defensive and engage in some whataboutism instead of applying soap, water and polish to those antique limousines and doing other childishly simple things they are paid…

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Car Free Day

Once every month, one Sunday is designated a “car-free-day” in Kigali, Rwanda. This is an initiative by the city to encourage Kigalians into some form of sports and in the process hopefully mitigate diseases like heart attacks and diabetes. The major road from the city center to the Amahoro National Stadium through Kimihurura, Kacyiru and Gishushu is off limits to vehicles and motorcycles hence the appellation “car-free-day”. 

Only joggers, skaters, hikers and bicyclists are allowed access to this road up to 10 AM when normal traffic is allowed back onto the road.

I had spent over a year without doing any Meaningful exercise, but last Sunday (11th/September 2016), I participated in this month’s car free event and I did an impressive 11.7km jog/march. You can follow the workout by clicking this link.

On the road I captured some brilliant shots for which I have the pleasure of sharing with you.

(Yours truly. Kigali Central Business District)

(Kigali Central Business District)

(No traffic in site)

(Kigali roads)

(St. Famille church)

(Exiting Kigali CBD)

(Ministry of Foreign Affairs and International Cooperation, Kimihurura)

(Rwanda Revenue Authority, Kimihurura)

(Ministry of Defence and RDF headquarters, Kimihurura)

(Radisson Blu & Convention Center, Kimihurura)

(Kigali Heights, Kimihurura)

(Adventist University of Central Africa, Gishushu)

(Jog ends: Amahoro National Stadium, Remera)

I hope you have enjoyed.

The Rwanda Focus

I have uploaded two opinion articles in The Rwanda Focus newspaper about the political and security situation in Burundi especially focusing on the two most influential political personalities in the country. President Peter Nkurunziza and first Vice-President of the Burundi lower chamber of commerce and leader of opposition party National Forces of Liberation (FNL), Mr. Agathon Rwasa.

You can follow the newspaper at but I will be reblogging my posts from there on here whenever I write something.

Enjoy and cheers.

Faustin L. Kanuma.

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The Rwanda Focus

The Enigmatic Agathon Rwasa
The photo of Agathon Rwasa, leader of Burundi’s National Forces of Liberation (FNL) party, circulating on social media where he is shown joyously congratulating Pierre Nkurunziza at his swearing in ceremony for a controversial third term as President, must have rankled and perplexed both party loyalists and neutrals.

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The Rwanda Focus

Nkurunziza’s political headache
If you have been following Burundi’s political and security situation, you would be excused for concluding that President Pierre Nkurunziza’s has the survival instincts of the proverbial cat with the nine lives. Of course if you are looking at it from another angle you would wrongly assume that Nkurunziza is still surviving because of his popularity both in the army and in the population.

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Massacred Trees

Over two years ago I wrote this about my fight to save a particular palm tree in my compound, from the landlady’s axe 👉 .

I won that particular fight and I have since continued enjoying the oil from the tree and the music by the birds that feast on the insects and small rodents that call the tree home. However, the compound is big and we have a guava tree, a lemon tree and another big tree whose specie I have yet to identify. Well, the operative word I should have used here is “had” instead of “have” because recently, for the want of firewood, the landlady wielded the axe and it did a massacring job on all these trees. Fortunately, the palm tree was spared thanks to my desperate plea.

A pickup full of firewood goes for about BiF 300,000 (about USD 180). Three trips of the pickup were made to evacuate all the wood. The landlady assured me she was just doing a clean up job on the compound- to a certain degree she had a point on this. A mini forest was growing in the compound (not that I was complaining about it). But do the maths on the cost of the three pickup fulls of wood and tell me your eyebrow won’t raise as well in suspicion of her exact motives.

The big tree in my reckoning was over 30 years old and used to provide us with much needed shade and breeze. With a few strokes of the axe, in a few minutes, it was felled.

No more tree. No more shade.




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The Eastern Congo Imbroglio


By Rugumire-Makuza E. Development Analyst, President Rwanda Evaluation Society

A man found a snake on the roadside, in a bad shape. It had been run over by a car. Overcome with compassion, the man took the snake home and nursed it to health. Then in a fit of kindness he decided to share the warmth of his bed with the snake. In the middle of the night, the snake bit him. “What have you done that for?” asked the man. “Honestly I don’t know, after all you have done for me, but I guess that is what snakes do” replied the snake.

When I first heard the story I thought it was fiction. Then I read about Mark Wolford the “serpent-handling” West Virginia pastor who died after his rattlesnake bit him during a church ritual, just as the man had apparently watched a snake kill his father years before.”


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An incident with the traffic Police

My Run in with the traffic cops.

This Burundian Life

By Faustin L. Kanuma

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I first came to Burundi in August 2004. I came looking for business opportunities and a new challenge in life. Burundi, then was recovering from a long civil war with the main rebel group having accepted to down their weapons after a cease fire with the government. Not all the rebel factions had ceased to fight however, and Burundi and Bujumbura were not considered safe. But I am not one easily scared of travelling to new places because of the media set narrative that the place you are about to go to is “burning in ethnic chaos”. Nah. Not especially one in my own backyard. I’m Rwandan. Neither do I easily heed fretting relatives’ and friends’ advise not to travel to such places for the obvious reason that by refusing their advise, they would probably kiss me a teary goodbye, thinking that that…

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