You know my steez.

It was at a media-upbuttering function on Tuesday, a cocktail party thrown by a new internet company. They hold parties of mid-level lavishness to lull the press into a false sense of camaraderie so that we will be positively disposed to their product when we write or broadcast about it. Free booze and chicken are availed.

In attendance were many prominent journalists and myself.

Also in attendance was Rosemary Nankabirwa, who is well known throughout the nation as one of the few Ugandan news anchors who know how to speak English.

In addition to English, Nankabirwa also knows one of the the other prominent journalists I was sitting with (shouts out) so she joined our table and conversation was struck up.

We did not discuss Salvador Cerinza, we discussed how the telecom industry in Uganda will be impacted by the introduction of broadband services, taking into account market differentiations and the impending arrival of Seacom. What about.

Actually SHE discussed it. I sat there and nodded with my finger on my chin, saying, “Hmmm”, “Really?” and “I see your point” at the correct intervals.

I was enjoying this very much because I was sure other hacks were looking and saying, “Kale look at those intellectuals discussing intelligent things. Those of Bazanye and Nankabirwa.”

Especially those losers from radio (edited out).

But Hah! The joke’s on them. For I am far from that clever. I don’t even know what a gibagite is. Is it an animal? Does it have wings? No idea! I was just nodding and acting as if I was not entirely at sea yet I was drowning like a Backstreet Boy.

I left the party with the media fraternity convinced that I am a clever man, at par with the likes of NTV news anchors – (well, the likes of some NTV news anchors. Let’s not get carried away) So be advised: you may not think that much of me, but there is a roomful of people who consider me intellectual.It was at a media-upbuttering function on Tuesday, a cocktail party thrown by a new internet company. They hold parties of mid-level lavishness to lull the press into a false sense of camaraderie so that we will be positively disposed to their product when we write or broadcast about it. Free booze and chicken are availed.

In attendance were many prominent journalists and myself.

Also in attendance was Rosemary Nankabirwa, who is well known throughout the nation as one of the few Ugandan news anchors who know how to speak English.

In addition to English, Nankabirwa also knows one of the the other prominent journalists I was sitting with (shouts out) so she joined our table and conversation was struck up.

We did not discuss Salvador Cerinza, we discussed how the telecom industry in Uganda will be impacted by the introduction of broadband services, taking into account market differentiations and the impending arrival of Seacom. What about.

Actually SHE discussed it. I sat there and nodded with my finger on my chin, saying, “Hmmm”, “Really?” and “I see your point” at the correct intervals.

I was enjoying this very much because I was sure other hacks were looking and saying, “Kale look at those intellectuals discussing intelligent things. Those of Bazanye and Nankabirwa.”

Especially those losers from radio (edited out).

But Hah! The joke’s on them. For I am far from that clever. I don’t even know what a gibagite is. Is it an animal? Does it have wings? No idea! I was just nodding and acting as if I was not entirely at sea yet I was drowning like a Backstreet Boy.

I left the party with the media fraternity convinced that I am a clever man, at par with the likes of NTV news anchors – (well, the likes of some NTV news anchors. Let’s not get carried away) So be advised: you may not think that much of me, but there is a roomful of people who consider me intellectual.

It was at a media-upbuttering function on Tuesday, a cocktail party thrown by a new internet company. They hold parties of mid-level lavishness to lull the press into a false sense of camaraderie so that we will be positively disposed to their product when we write or broadcast about it. Free booze and chicken are availed.

In attendance were many prominent journalists and myself.

Also in attendance was Rosemary Nankabirwa, who is well known throughout the nation as one of the few Ugandan news anchors who know how to speak English.

In addition to English, Nankabirwa also knows one of the the other prominent journalists I was sitting with (shouts out) so she joined our table and conversation was struck up.

We did not discuss Salvador Cerinza, we discussed how the telecom industry in Uganda will be impacted by the introduction of broadband services, taking into account market differentiations and the impending arrival of Seacom.

What about.

Actually SHE discussed it. I sat there and nodded with my finger on my chin, saying, “Hmmm”, “Really?” and “I see your point” at the correct intervals.

I was enjoying this very much because I was sure other hacks were looking and saying, “Kale look at those intellectuals discussing intelligent things. Those of Bazanye and Nankabirwa.” Especially those losers from radio (edited out).

But Hah! The joke’s on them. For I am far from that clever. I don’t even know what a gibagite is. Is it an animal? Does it have wings? No idea! I was just nodding and acting as if I was not entirely at sea yet I was drowning like a Backstreet Boy.

I left the party with the media fraternity convinced that I am a clever man, at par with the likes of NTV news anchors – (well, the likes of some NTV news anchors. Let’s not get carried away) So be advised: you may not think that much of me, but there is a roomful of people who consider me intellectual.