Beverley Nambozo describes her remarkable experience, offering creative storytelling training, with five laudable scientists , from Uganda. Photo from Science Stories Africa.

It drives me to indescribably awesome heights, when I’m invited to speak, perform poetry, and train. When firebrand and mastermind behind Science Stories Africa, Patricia Nanteza, extended a request for me to train some of Uganda’s most ingenious scientists on how to creatively share their discoveries to the world, I accepted the invitation in a heartbeat.

At the start of a much-needed two-month holiday, in June 2019, I plunged into the training. Science Stories Africa is a platform intended to create connections between leading Ugandan scientists and their discoveries, to the rest of the world. The intention is to make science more palatable, relatable and creative. My job was to articulate that and train the scientists into managing their discoveries, difficult laboratory terms and impossible to believe experiments, into stories, so that entire audiences could hear and learn from them.

Allan Muhumuza, Engineer at Kiira Motors EV. Photo Courtesy of Science Stories Africa

In 2008, Vehicle Design Summit (VDS) Teams from 35 Pre-eminent Research Universities built a 5 seater Plug in Hybrid Electric Vehicle, The Vision 200 Led by Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). 

Makerere University, the only African team, developed the Power Train and in-Vehicle Communication Network for the Vision 200. The electric car made by the Makerere University Vehicle Design Project, was finished and was taken for its first test-drive on Tuesday 1st November 2011. The test-drive was successful and attracted a lot of local and international attention. Allan Muhumuza, who was amongst the senior team members of the project, a passionate and inspired new father, used his daughter, Atara, as an inspiration to model green cars that are environmentally friendly and offer more socially compatable options for other commuters and pedestrians.

 Let’s embrace ourselves, too, for the first electric powered environment friendly public bus. We can’t wait!

With Dr. Priver Namanya Bwesigye, Photo courtesy of Science Stories Africa.

Priver genetically engineered entirely new plants, from a process known as cell suspension. Targeting a specific type of matooke highland breed, Priver, in four arduous years, challenged by walking away from the project, depression and fatigue, soldiered through with fortitude. Being able to re-generate plants from cells empowered Namanya and other scientists to try to enhance the plants’ defence mechanism through genetic engineering. This came at a crucial time when the particular matooke breed had begun significantly reducing in quantity. Now, it’s possible to reproduce this breed, through genetic engineering.

Martin Tumusiime,  of Yo-Waste App! 

Yo-Waste, is a mobile app that explores ways of reducing the heaps of garbage in your community, Their mission is simple:

 To create sustainable and waste free communities. We do all this through developing innovative technology solutions that allow people to recycle more and haulers to divert more collected trash to recycling industries. As a young entrepreneur with knowledge of advanced technology Martin set to work with a group of youthful smarts and developed this timely, convenient and resourceful application.

Above is the entire group of five laudable Ugandan scientists, at the launch of Science Stories Africa in June 2019.

Prof. Wilberforce Tushemereirwe, Director of The National Agricultural Research Organisation (NARO), as a child, experienced the morbid reality of attending burials of other children. As an adult, his observation led him to realize that the large deficiency of Vitamin A in foods, could possibly be a leading factor of those early deaths. 

 Using Genetically Modified processes, he , with other scientists, have increased Vitamin A content in matooke. He stands by the word that the foods are safe for consumption.

Engineer Alphonse Candia, another formidable scientist, on growing up in Arua, where smoked fish was a delicacy, realised that with tragic deaths from liver cancer, there could be a link to the local ways fish was smoked. Through the invention of a smoking kiln, a prototype that was tested and found to be effective in preserving fish without the dark-smoke, Engineer Candia is heralded for his magnanimous work in science and in improving livelihoods.

Above are the mesmerized crowd, filling the National Theatre auditorium, listening to the heartfelt, endearing and empowering stories of the five scientists.

Photos are from Science Stories Africa.

For me, being part of the enchanting thread where dreams and nightmares turned into possibilities, to hear firsthand how lives are actually changed, thanks to scientists who sharpened their grit to make a difference. It’s nothing short of wow!

By Beverley Nambozo Nsengiyunva



Every writer will tell you they need space to write. Aside from it being physical, this space is more importantly metaphorical; in order to writer, the writer needs space in their head. Change of scenery and environment usually achieve this effect.

Bunyonyi Safaris Resort (photo by Sarah Ijangolet)

In a country where hardly any funding is given to the creative arts, it is hard to just get away from work, school, or home, and just go on a writing frolic. So when such opportunity presented itself in the form of the Babishai Niwe Poetry Foundation tenth anniversary celebrations, I was overjoyed.

I was looking forward to the cool picturesque hills of Kabale and its fresh air, and in this I was not disappointed. Our vantage point to Lake Bunyonyi was enough to calm the mind’s eye; the resort’s decor charmed me from the moment we arrived. Needless to say by the time we left I had marked out a favourite couch, upholstered in velveteen lilac and lavender.

We had barbeque by the fire, we shared poems, and it was interesting that despite the country, age, and gender differences we all spoke one language; the language of poetry.

Poetry and Barbeque (Photo by Sarah Ijangolet)

A self-diagnosed insomniac myself, I could relate to Cindy Lynn Brown’s poetry on insomnia. I was especially taken by how she personified this mammoth intangible element that pre[determines] a person’s demeanor, output and essentially the rhythms of their life. As a creative, I have often suffered fitting writing into the straightjacket 9am to 5pm life that we Africans are predisposed to. I know, I make it sound like a sort of illness, but it is in the sense that it can feel oppressive when the little energy one has is spent feeding the capitalist machine, instead of one’s writing. So I knew that my erratic sleeping patterns had a toll on me but I hadn’t quite found the words to express it. Come BN at 10 years and I meet Cindy Lynn Brown, a Danish poet who talks about this bedfellow who induces anxiety, tinnitus, and puffy eyes, etc, but life has to be lived.

Cindy Lynn Brown at The Danish Embassy in Kampala.

I suppose humans involuntarily seek out other humans to counter the feeling of experiential isolation as they go through life. These seemingly tenuous connections with other writers strengthen my tether to artistry because I see that I am not alone in trying to give faceless things like insomnia a face. And if one can see that face then we can deal with it. Of course at a basic level it is also comforting that someone across the boundaries of colour and heritage grapples with the same issues you do.


In Jami Proctor-Xu’s poetry I felt the fear and horror of living with the knowledge that humans use rape as a tool to break men and women in war, in peace, and in mundane daily life. I think about this often, and how the world is impassive to the individual and collective suffering of sex offence victims; the body is a warzone as long as you are human. What better way to share human experience than through our suffering? In this statement, I am intentional with the collective ‘our’ because it is only with empathy that we can become a better human race.

Jami Proctor-Xu in the center (Photo by Sarah Ijangolet)

Simon Ortiz, an indigenous American poet drew my attention to that age old debate on whether African writers should write in their local languages and not the language(s) of the colonisers. He preceded each address with a greeting in what he termed his ‘indigenous’ language. His greeting included a mini oration of his lineage, which is no different from most of our local languages in Uganda. Here I felt, again, that nothing unites people like the human experience. I admired the rooted way he spoke of his language and culture, and it struck me that most of us, born and raised in African cities, have little or no knowledge of their local languages; we speak and write well in English, while our languages languish in our foggy lineages. There’s also the type of African who speaks their language with shoulders slunk, yet when Simon opened his mouth in native tongue, what glided out was a musical pride.

Simon Ortiz. (Photo by Sarah Ijangolet)

Poets are always in conversation with language and I am no different. Consider for instance the way Simon Ortiz used(s) the term ‘indigenous’ languages of the Native Americans, and it with it is instantly imbued with the understanding that original inhabitants of the USA were Native Americans. When he used the same term in reference to Ugandan ‘indigenous’ languages I paused and time seemed to do a time warp to colonial times when the colonisers tried to kill their languages. Etymologically, the word ‘native’ would make sense, but then in the Ugandan contest ‘native’ immediately transposes to our bitter colonial past. Simon narrated how post the 1924 American Indian Wars native Americans were literary forced to wash their mouths out with soap, so that their tongues could forget their languages. As a child in 90’s post colonial Uganda I had to hold out my palms for caning as punishment for speaking ‘vernacular’ in school. I realised that the erasure of our local languages is something I have taken lightly, and I know many of my peers have done the same.


Then came the visit to Kabale University Faculty of languages, which I hope the students benefited from. As it is with someone you meet for the first time, there was a sense of eagerness and mild mistrust from the students to us. However, the lecture room grew noisier as we started the sharing sessions with the students in split up in groups. Their eyes lit up when I pointed out that the myths, legends, Kwevuga, folk songs, that they all know so well, is actually poetry. They performed some of them and after that they looked calm. I could tell that they did not expect snatches of Runyankore in my own poetry; as I grow as a writer I find that I cannot ignore the issue of my lineage, and that in some cases, something is lost if I don’t maintain it in Runyankore. I told the students that they could write in whatever language they felt comfortable in, yet some of the more proficient ones in the Runyakitara languages had never considered that option; they felt they were expected to write in English only. What was encouraging is that a good number of students were keen on the proposed poetry club at the university.

Kabale University (Photos  by Sarah Ijangolet)

I did not get much time to actually write but I jotted down several things as my mind began to open up in Kabale. Babishai at 10 was a huge success and the team was great.


The Babishai Team also visited Grace Villa, a space opened up by Ruth Bahika to provide a home, education and health care to young girls who were previously in dire and abusive circumstances. The girls at Grace Villa have flourished under the care; winning football tournaments in the District, winning scholarships to leading universities in the world and becoming accomplished professionals.


Lillian Akampurira Aujo, the very first winner of the BN Poetry Award in 2009, received an honorary gift for progressing in her poetry and making an indelible mark on the continent.