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Welcome to my world. I'm Tricia Gloria Nabaye, on a mission to advocate for gender equality, human rights, and democratic governance through the lens of feminist intersectional practices. With nine years of experience, I've honed my skills to be a force for positive change. My strengths lie in problem-solving and effective cross-cultural collaboration, and I thrive in leadership roles. My analytical perspective ensures that my advocacy is data-driven and impactful. My primary focus is on feminist leadership consulting, where I provide valuable insight and guidance. I also offer rapporteur services, ensuring that essential discussions are documented and shared. As a feminist researcher, my deep commitment lies in addressing gender issues, empowering women and girls, and advancing public policy advocacy. I'm a visionary dedicated to shaping the future of advocacy with a strong focus on human rights. Join me in our journey to drive positive change. Together, we can build a world where gender equality and human rights are at the forefront, ensuring a more inclusive and just society for all.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

THE COILED BUNDLE OF HELP


No one ever prepares us for life's uncertainties and nothing is spelled out to the dot as we start our life's journey. Not even the beggar expected less of life but there he lay,with his frail frame to the ground,his small body covered by a tattered cassock,brown or may be red with the dust ,blood stains evident on his legs obviously tired from doing nothing but begging.   As I passed by one more time, still looking at the  lifted hands and holding tight to the coins in my purse,I felt the guilt mount. I see him yet I fail to help him.I see his helpless state yet I tell myself,he is just fine.After all,he might be having a day's wage better than my own. In reason,I missed his call for help. Wasn't he the least of brothers that I am called to help?
And through the day,I have been seeing his frame burst through my mind.How he sat down to a meal of stale,cold leftovers,I saw him as he sheltered himself from the sun with  a sack.How is it we do not see them? How is it that I could pass by  without holding down my pace to help?                                                   There in the presence of my compassion,I felt his plight,I felt him beckoning for a helping hand but most of all for a redeemer.Many as they are,this little frail being needed help the most. So I decided I had to go back,I have to help him,maybe to survive today but help anyway.I am going back and this time,when I pass by and see his hands lifted or when he follows me about,I will stop and from  the depths of my pocket I will give him some money to have or some fresh food. On that day,I will carry an extra coat to keep him warm through the rainy days.
I will smile to him and tell him, everything will be fine someday.I will plant a hope for not just another coin for today but for  leverage of a stable tomorrow. And each day I will plant a seed of a better providence to the coiled bundle of hope,until the day the streets are no longer his home. With my small efforts I hope to redeem his life and maybe beat the uncertainties that have accompanied him through the years. The little bundle of help beckons to me and I will surely reach out this time with a greater need to redeem him but mostly to redeem myself,for with time I have forgotten how to help the stranger that looms besides me.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

THE LINE IN THE SAND

I decided I want to be sold out for God.I am on a pursuit for Christ.At a point in time,I have come to realise that in pursuit of the things in my life,I have often become bitter.The other day I was beyond irritated when I could not get my Degree certificate 8 months after graduation,because it is pending a signature...a signature. And there on the wall stood a written declaration"A delay on your side,is not a hurry on ours" But what about a delay on their side which was going to turn into haste on my side?
I prayed for sanity found in Jesus,that I can forgive such injustices done to me.


But in that moment,I made a choice,I needed a better view of life,I needed to fight my battles,insecurities and indifferences with a being far better than me.I needed to find God bigger and deeper and if God was drawing a line in the sand,I wanted to be standing by his side this time around.
So casting all my cares,all my doubts and my heartaches (both heavy and light) I went back to the one man,whose pursuit for me,has been of a holy mission.


I had to find purpose in the things of God,something supernatural should be holding my thrill for life somewhat. Holding on to the words of a friend," Pursue God,for he pursued you first." I hit the journey off,knowing he will keep his promises to me,If I can walk in his footprints.


I am sold out to Christ,I will be always found about the business of my father and if in this pursuit I get the urge to back away,I am sure God's got my back. I am drawing a line in the sand...I am standing ,walking,searching for God and the things that move his heart.

Monday, August 17, 2015

CONFESSION BEFORE THE MIRROR


And there I stood, The mirror showing me a reflection of an innocent yet experienced little lady. How did I end up here? How did I make it through the journey of life, untouched yet so used! I stood there in pale likeness to the me that I used to be, held back by a lot of the chaos life has caused to run through my journey.

Screaming, "HELP ME LORD" and standing in sorrow but with no tears to make me hold back myself. I knew... I knew a lot, yet I had as well touched very little. Then, I heard a voice speak from with in...In little gulps for air.
I asked the image in the mirror to relate with my journey, A little lady with a journey not spoken, a journey travelled but with loads to carry... the cares of  life should not deter living, yet they do! How is anyone ever ready for life? I had sinned in subtle yet profound ways. I had found that evil is incarnate and real and definitely not far from me. I had walked a journey of men and women in flesh.
How did I get it perfectly wrong?

That I could  be the center of affection of the momentary whims of a great man in my eyes, that while I had a strong affection for him, my pride wouldn't let me be just his thought-about thrill killer.
That I could have friends who bring out the best in me, yet fail to share my life with them fully.
That I would love God, yet sin without guilt.

How did I get it perfectly wrong?
That I could long for men who by far may never care for who I am....but that doesn't count for the heart, if it loves...it just loves. Yet, yet in moments of sanity, the mind tells you otherwise, that you have it within you to let God lead no matter what.
A puzzle of sorts life has become, Mirror. That this little lady has grown at the rubbing of each minute. That life has changed the way things were...or maybe never were.

Mirror dear, tomorrow's confusions may have to wait, for my plate is full, full of disgust but yet again glimpse of pride.
Of how I got it perfectly right?
For the woman I am becoming and the beauty I am polishing. For the lessons I am learning, for the men that pursue me, for the God I am learning, for the Mary I am tearing down, for the Shulamite woman I am becoming and the Proverbs 31 woman I am polishing. I am getting there by the passing of the wind...oh yes I am.
As I battle with the demons of life that make it hard to see the beauty with in, I am becoming that which HE called me to be...his child.
I am learning to fall and rise again,  I have learnt how to say no, how to fight my own flesh out bursts and like a grown woman, I am learning to hold on to the sanity that comes from knowing HIS will.

And yes, though pale, as I stood there before the mirror, I saw a beauty that is being shaped not in time spent in anything, but in the mirror of the word of the Lord.
How am getting it so right?

Friday, August 07, 2015

ON BRIDE PRICE AND WHY I NEED MY MUTWALO PAID

 After a petition raised by MIFUMI foundation, a women rights organization in court to remove the bride price because it was a cause to domestic violence if not a catalyst, but without scientific backing the court did not provide the needed remedies for the question on bride price. MIFUMI then appealed to the supreme court , "The Supreme Court of Uganda declared demanding a refund of a "bride price" - the traditional custom of exchanging money, cows or goods for a wife - unconstitutional on Thursday.
In a 6-1 decision, the justices ruled that a man doesn't have the right to claim repayment from his spouse's family if the marriage ends. Husbands often expect the dowry to be returned in cases of dissolution of the marriage."

 
 
Between  the Mahare for the Muslims and the mutwalo for the baganda and whatever name other tribes call bride price, the question then stands, how do we determine payment if the guarantee for the return  is not assured. Aren't we indirectly asking our men to detach responsibility in taking a bride. I am a muganda, and while the Supreme Court rules, my father deserves his mutwalo and I want my future husband to stand ovation when my dad receives his mutwalo from the next protector of his daughter. It is a pride for both men.
"While the practice itself was not struck down by the court, MIFUMI said it hoped that at least the ban on refunds of bride prices would help women leave abusive relationships." My fear then  is for a man to pay my bride price without killing me for not returning it.  How do you then leave, knowing that the man holds wrath on not getting the worth of his cattle heads from me?
How does the Muslim hajat leave without returning Mahare...lest a duwa is said for her disgrace? How do I then get the assurance of any man paying my bride price, if walking away is that easy?


White weddings are easy to dissolve because the ability to share assets is a given and divorce has its terms of process. But in the wake of the fact that our long time traditional pratises have actually spared us broken homes, we might be up for a stake of more broken marriages, single parenthood and an alienation towards marriage in the age to come. We are slowly turning into a society of less family upbringing to a disposition to individuality...

I need my mutwalo paid and regardless of what happens after that, I need the assurance that while my Mutwalo was paid, my marriage should not be held on the fact that I was bought for a price, that I have to pay at the end, or even still my guarantee to stay or leave should not be based on the fact that  I can now leave because the refund has been scrapped. Mine will be a decision, of a vow made to God and to man...For better and for worse...till death do us apart.
 
 

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