By Gerald Tenywa
Dear River Nile, in this month of lovers (February), I am lost for words yet I want to say I love you.
My heart races like the cars cruising on Kampala Road. I cannot run away from you because even the bottled water that I take comes from your bosom. Your water bathes Kampala, Kisumu, Mwanza, Juba, Khartoum, and Cairo.