Wedding shots: Behind the scenes

One of the employees at Serena Hotel, Entebbe pushing a dish cart towards the kitchen area late in the night.
The beautiful coliseum venue at Serena, Entebbe light up with different colored lights at night.
Moses and Elly syncing up their color profiles before filming the morning church service
Moses adjusting his settings on a Panasonic GH4 at All Saints Church, Nakasero.

TBT: Adjumani

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At Wrights quaters in the night. We were chewing sugar canes with only a torch light. The heat in Adjumani makes it ideal to hang out of the house more often.
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A tree in the middle of a garden in Adjumani.
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At Wrights quaters in Adjumani. We were hanging out the house too during the day. The heat! Mehn!

Abong Brian: A different way to look at Traffic

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I was born normal. Details are sketchy, partly because I’ve never sat there and thought. Hmm, this would be a nice time to put the chicken wing down, call my Dad and ask about the day I was born. I know it was a Thursday, or past midnight on Wednesday. But from the fact that I have a birth certificate, with the name of a hospital and not GPS coordinates of a river bank, I believe it was a normal birth.

It becomes rather interesting then when, at age 26-ish, I’ve been called weird almost 1000 times (figure may vary based on inflation).  I don’t eat glass, no. That was some French guy I saw on the dumbest Guinness world records. Admittedly when I eat, it’s hard to understand what witchcraft is at play. It’s like quantum physics, a lot of food goes into this small vessel and releases no tangible effects. No extra heat, fat, energy, nothing. It is just released as a shadow of itself, usually in the morning, at times with a sigh.

Was that weird? I’ll probably stop asking. This is a monologue of sorts, a polite rant. I was once staring at traffic from the balcony of the flat I like to call, my flat. Traffic at this time was heavy, as it was every day at that time. But I wasn’t just staring like someone without the ability to look at meaningful things. My brain, who I like to call my namesake AKA Brain, was processing what we call random stuff.

Brain; there’s something about this traffic, I don’t know. But let me rub your chin a bit”

Brian; As Brain rubs my chin I know what you’re trying to do. You want to find something almost no one would think of while staring at traffic. And by that, create a conversational ripple effect. A different way for people to look at traffic.

Brain; stop thinking, that’s my job

So the staring continued, fancy cars driven by sexy ladies distracted me a bit. It was a Friday, and it was getting dark. Oh how a warm body would be nice. Maybe she could lie on my clothes and leave them less creased. Or on me, and leave a part of me less creased, I dunno. But at this point, Brain had a light bulb moment.

Brain; I’ve got it

Brian; What, a way to move this Friday from the balcony to one of those ladies’ thighs?

Brain; Shh, you’re weird you know. Now, look at the exit of that basement parking lot.

I turn my gaze about 10 degrees left, or south, whatever. I notice two cars, parked next to each other. A red Audi A7 and blue VW GTI. Both were waiting for a gap in the traffic so they could join the rest of the commuters. But the wait was taking a while, and the cars started to look good together. It’s like they developed feelings for each other. At this point I turned to my boy, who was standing next to me all this time;

Brian; Imagine if cars could fuck, and you get a mix of an Audi and a VW. People would be getting together because they want a mixed car breed…….

MyBoy; Dafaq, you’re weird bruh

At this point, I had to explain how we got here. And Brain wasn’t cooperating. Apparently, as these thoughts were being fired up by Brain, Brian was sipping Heineken.