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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.

Friday, February 23, 2018

GRIEF HAS A FACE

There is something about grief that makes me humble.
Humble to the reality that it is a mater of time before all this fades away into a distant memory.

Grief re-echoes my limitations my fears and my vulnerabilities. In the quiet of my pain, I wary and worry for the impending future. I then hope to find peace within for what is yet to come.
I wonder if the dead have it easier, if only they would tell us. I ache with the pain of knowing that this life makes it impossible to go the long stretch  without re-sounding the bells of pain and fear, heartache and grief.

So I sit here, caught in my grief, captured ever so to what is unknown to me.
When will the darkness lift? If it lifts how do I pick up my cage and rebuild new walls? Do I just go on with my grief hanging around my sleeve? Will this pain ever be redeemed? Will loving another soul change the story? For I know the tale keeps on, the cycle doesn't change.

So I grieve and carry my heart open. I grieve and let the tears flow. I let the ache for a while, for no one ever tells you of the amount of pain in grieving. Grief has a face.

But ever so subtle and real, I hear a still small voice say; " Earth has no sorrow that heaven can't heal" And in that moment I know, everything will be just fine.

Monday, February 12, 2018

IN MY EULOGY



 In my eulogy

Remember that I lived
That I stood the taste of time
Remember that I made it to this end
That I fought the good fight!

And in my eulogy
Remember that I loved in my own way
Remember that I cried for my dear ones
And remember that I shared this life with them

And in my eulogy,
Laugh!
Laugh at the mistakes I made
For in those moments I was human
Imperfect to the core!
Mourn the things I didn’t get to do
For in them, was my hope for a better day;
And then dust off!

Right there as you sum up the life that I lived
Dust off and move on
Keep living
Keep laughing
Keep merry

Make sure you eat
And dance and stay happy
For I want you to keep on keeping on
I want you to be happy
To be hopeful
That while I am gone...
I am only off to the other side

Until then
Sing the psalms of life lived hopeful.
For I will be in resting for a very long time
So long dear ones.


And then you will say
Rest child...Rest In paradise

DEATH WHERE IS YOUR STING?



When a friend dies, it hits you hard!
It hits you so bad because then you start to wonder, "Did I love them enough, “was I there to support them and give them all my best?" You start to re-evaluate what would have been, what you should have been. And then you sit cold and frozen that they really are gone.

The night comes and as the night goes on, you pick yourself up between the spasms of fear, and you ask silently, "Are they really gone?"  But you know the answer to that question. So you cry bitterly to the power that death displays every time it takes a loved one.

When a loved one dies,
It stings, it re-awakens every dead sense in you, you desire to hate less and love more. To spread more hope and peace than you would otherwise. It calls you out on your trivial indulgences in bickering and endless fight among each other and within yourself.

Death makes you grow before your time but grow you do. Death steals from all of us; from our every core she dances with us all day long only to snatch the best dancer at the peak of their dance. And she drains what is left of the being. I wonder not where her sting is, for I have felt it and lived with it.

This somber state too will pass but the real fight is in keeping these people alive in our memories, the guilt in forgetting how they really looked, the search for old photos, the search through what you used to say, the need to keep you alive. I know I do see each of you in still photos where time held you static and kept you forever, yet I wish the memories to come would bring you along...

It never gets easy to keep saying goodbye; there was never an easy goodbye... Maybe beautiful beginnings and amazing in betweens but never one easy goodbye. So we dare to move on, we dare to leave the place where your candles burnt out. We dare to go on without you, we risk losing you in the busy of life but each step we take, and we carry the burden of yet another heart break.

We long to know what the other side is, we long to believe that the ever after really holds you waiting. We long to trust that you are okay now but we know not of what is on the other side of the grave. So we cry bitterly at the realization that you are gone and only what you did in the dash (-) is what we are left with.

Rest dear ones, for in due time death will silence us too...Until then. We bitterly miss you

P.S: In memory of my departed loved ones:
My mother; Vidah Namuddu Zirimenya
15 years and it feels like yesterday
(1966-2003)

Danielson Barbara (Babzee)
(1992-2014)

Joel. B. Ntwatwa (Nevender)

The grave robbed me when your candles where brightest

We carry on, but we dare say that, anything can happen even to us here...It is never a win-win with death.

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