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Falling sick is something one does not normally spend time worrying about as one goes through one’s life’s journey, especially...

You might have noticed that I normally start my blogs with definitions of the key topic I am writing about. I think this is a carryover from my training in mathematics where one must lay out the premises upon which the ensuing argument is based.

Dictionaries define human Friendship as a relationship of mutual affection between people. It is a stronger form of....

Welcome to the Fork in the Road Blog: Reflections on Life, musings based on my perception of life spanning decades of...

I would like to mull over the challenges of growing old. We are born, and as we grow, we age or grow old. As an old man of more than 8 score years, I want to muse over the life stage I have reached.

While I do not have to define the meaning of the word memory, I find the concept fascinating. I believe that we all have areas in which our memories are strong and areas in which they are frustratingly weak.

I would like to ponder over events that happened at school more than 60 years ago. As is the case with most memories, the fine details may be blurred. If you were to ask ten people who experienced an incident 60 years ago to retell the story,

There are freedoms which we take for granted and this is something I want us to think about. The Baganda have a saying that “travelling is seeing”. Literally, what it means is that you learn when you travel outside your environment. I have had the opportunity to travel to the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea (DPRK), commonly known as North Korea – twice. I will continue referring to the country as North Korea, for ease of reference.