James Odongo, Journalist A student at Uganda Management Institute, he went dancing to Club Silk with over sh800,000 meant for tuition fees in his wallet.
He vaguely remembers dancing with a girl who might have pinched his wallet. “I realised later that my money was gone asked everyone, from bouncers to waitresses about the girl, in vain. I sat down on the dance floor and let out a loud wail as people laughed at me.”
Richard Senkwale Marketing Manager Multichoice
I cried many years ago. There was this girl I was supposed to marry.
We planned our introduction and wedding within days of each other.
With only months to go, I found her in a compromising position with another man and yet we had sworn fidelity to each other. Without saying a word, I started crying openly.
I went off and continued crying in my car. After all those tears, I found the strength to overcome my feelings for her. We split.
Ken Lukyamuzi, former MP I cried in public in September 2006 at my mother, Elizabeth Nantege’s burial. I actually cried my self into a coma; I was admitted for two days. The loss was so deep, I felt hopeless and disconsolate.
Incidentally, I had not cried that much when I lost my father. I also almost cried when the former IGG (Faith Mwonda) thwarted my attempts to contest for my parliamentary seat.
However, I realised she was not worth my tears. I only maintained a gloomy face but no tears came. (His constituents, however, swear he openly wailed).
Kahinda Otafiire Minister of Trade and Industry
Me to cry in public? What for? What are you talking about?
Why should I cry? Where will I get the time to cry? Who will have beaten me to prompt me to cry? Public or private, I never cry.
Deox Tibeingana Tibeingana and company advocates
The flashy lawyer, who represented Uganda at the Apprentice Africa show in Nigeria, cuts across as a hard man who never cries.
To the shock of his co-workers, Tibeingana was reduced to tears when Barrack Obama was declared president of USA. “They thought I had lost someone, but I guess they were tears of joy,” he explains.
Mark Kaheru, Utl Pro I never thought I would ever cry. I grew up thinking that crying was for other men until I walked into that maternity ward when my wife gave birth to our son. I tried to fight back the tears; they failed.
They were tears of joy and pain. I just imagined the pain my wife had gone through and I cried to the nurses’ consternation. My wife must have been shocked; she teases me about it to date.
Bobi Wine, MUSICIAN He is a Bad man from Kamwokya. On one of his cars is the bold inscription “100% Bad news.”
Do tears have time to cross his path? Has he ever cried anyway? “Yes. I cried on my 26th birthday,” he says. “As a present, my wife gave me a framed picture of my late mother.
It still haunts me that my mother died in a motor accident as she was coming to visit me in boarding school. I cried in my wife’s arms and even cancelled a performance slated for later that day.
We went home because I could not stop crying.
Mark Lwanga, special hire driver He confesses that: “Crying is part and parcel of my life.
For example, it only takes the sight of a doctor injecting my daughter to send him into a crying frenzy.”
