It’s an AfroCelebration!


Last weekend two of the content creators at AfroCocktail graduated! Yes, Christine and I killed it and it was such a great moment to share together. I wish Vanitah flew in to celebrate with us at the party!

After four whole years of so much fun together and the tests, lord!, last Sunday gave a reason to party. I’m just really grateful for all the moments we shared. It all feels like a blur! A really good blur. My best moments with Christine I guess was when we would cook dinner together, it was mostly spaghetti not some fancy meal but it was the company that made it amazing. Sometimes I’d just take my hunger to her room hoping for her to cook for me only for her to give me the groceries and tell me to prepare it myself 😂😂. Then the catch up talks were the most! There is even a time her mum found us cooking hehe. Then I recall the time I told her I was starting gym and we would laugh about it and when it actually happened she was so supportive, I’d always pass by for drinking water 😂😂. There was always something going on, either it was her needing some advise or it was some in need of a push. I’d describe our friendship as a great support system everyone needs in life.

All these moments and more are the reason why I was so happy to celebrate our graduation together. Graduation for me is a stage that I felt I needed to pass to leave the school hustle and go out make some money!!! which is the end goal hehe. It’s not essential to make money but it can a be a good advantage. I’m just beyond glad that that’s over, for now. Watch out world! We’re grown now.

Well on this blog this week, I want to congratulate Christine on this great achievement. I’m so happy for you and I wish so much more success. Thankfully we are both on AfroCocktail so we are still stuck together 😂😂😂.



Well that was a good four years…I recall the days of sleeping late (to try out a dance club, binge that serie!!, late night I am going to change the world conversations), the doing every little thing with your bestie and then the aftermath of a newly found independence. The break down to be rebuilt I-don’t-know-if-I-can-make-it-through phase, the journey to Christ and then finally the finding of self (a never quite ending path)…i loved, laughed, cried, broke, GREW (still growing) and then finally graduated.

Graduation for me was the official ceremony commemorating the transition from student to fully fledged working adult. The proud look on my parents’ faces made the kinda hurtful high heels worth every step. So the best part was I got to celebrate with my family and some of my best friends. I am so thankful…first that i get to have parents who’ve supported me unendingly, friends whose love and devotion I pray I never take for granted but most of all God who heard all my prayers, even the requests I deemed silly and still does. I am indeed a lucky girl…

Now Derrick, my a lot of things that I cannot begin to exhaust without bawling my eyes out. People get curious as to why he’s one of my favorite people of all time. Well let’s see…I never knew a friend that forgives wholeheartedly like he does. He is such a mushy person and will include you, genuinely care about you and take your side even if you’re at your worst. He’s very non judgemental and encouraged me to try new things (cocktails haha but generally how to loosen up a little). We’ve gone through karaoke nights (insert call-me-maybe😂), cooking sprees (he learned how to cook 🤷🏽‍♀️), and just beautiful life altering conversations. I am so glad I got to graduate at the same time as one of my best people. See how we just always have a good time…..Congratulations Derrick! May you continue to be the light and laughter we all need and thank you for being everything you are to me😇.


Growing up African!


We would literally have kept this within our landlocked Uganda but having exchanged a few stories with other residents from the great African continent I quickly realized that the tales from our homes are abit similar even with our different demographics hence the broadening of the spectrum.

So it’s graduation week in Uganda right now and this got me thinking of how great it would be to talk about How the Education acquiring experience is in an African home so buckle up.

Childhoods in African households are pretty much mapped out by attending school where you seriously face your books during the week and attend church on Sunday. You are pretty much expected to be the best and most displined student but this still won’t save you from getting punished for not doing better than what you are already bringing to the table or just for not living up to your parents outrageous expectations for example you could have 96% in mathematics but you will still get questioned about where the 4% is and why you didn’t get it too. Coming in second best in class is not enough and just be ready for the inquiries about the person who managed to get the first position in the class and if he/she has three heads or if both of you don’t attend the same class. And this inquisition is always followed by a lamentation of how ungrateful you are of the opportunity they are according you as well as a day dream like narration of all the things they could have accomplished if they were the ones blessed enough to be equipped with half of the resources you possess. You will be reminded of how easy you have it in comparison to their time in school. This would be followed with stories of how they had to wake so early everyday and walk long distances to fetch water for their parents before they went on a cross country journey just to get to school and how they still managed to be the best in their class despite all the challenges🤦🏾‍♀️.

Any slight backsliding in your academic performance and your parents are already convinced that you are turning into a criminal <same goes for if you show any interest in anything they don’t consider worthy or respectable enough for the child to be partaking in>

Then this brings to the life long battle that is choosing a career to pursue and when it comes to this, the expectations in an African household are pretty much traditional and straight forward. A few careers such as law, engineering and medicine are perceived to be better than others (choreography, acting, music, fashion designing or anything in the arts and creative industry because this is a very hopeless field to them). A mention or slight show of interest in any of this area will be quickly shut down because they are not real jobs. Everyone that knows African parents knows that they are all about and the ability to speak proudly and confidently about their children when conversing with their friends, colleagues as well as other members so them being able to confidently talk about you being a lawyer or a doctor is much easier than them trying to support your new career venture. Much as this is their mentality, you should not be discouraged to step out of the box and pursue what you are really passionate about because once the money starts coming in and you can take care of them, all the fussing will be gone with the wind. In simple terms they prefer the traditional careers because to them these seem more secure and a somewhat guarantee that you won’t end up poor or homeless. All in all they are just worried and scared of the unknown.


So my version of growing up African…

I loooved everything foreign that is American or European. As long as it wasn’t African, Ugandan mostly…then it was cool. Tbh so did many of my friends. We abhorred speaking our local languages, finding it “local”. When I further analysed this though, I realized this shame stemmed all the way from school where speaking anything non English a.k.a vernacular resulted in absurd punishments like wearing a sack the whole day…I mean what was that about? Even the kind of music we drifted to….like I’d know the entire lyrics to a Beyonce song and be clueless about those in my mother tongue resulting in being referred to as “cool” and we all know how when growing up that’s all you wanted to be…hence an endless cycle of evolving in everything foreign but my culture. Our people’s ways became the outlier, a tragedy realized as I grew up.

So what have I learnt thus far….my culture is rich, beautiful and different and I cannot believe it took me this long. I looove melanin skin (seriously cannot believe it’s not everyone ‘s envy yet) plus this kinky hair craze going on, I’ve never been more in love with my once impossible-to-comb hair. Not that I dislike anything non African, I’ve just reached a balance where my taste is independent of origin where my kinda cool is just based on preference for example I love myself a good Jeffery Archer novel but Chimamanda Ngozi, there’s just something about her literature that reminds me of home. I have found the best of both worlds a fine in between, a deep love for everything home and an appreciation for the rest. I am still exploring, still learning and still growing up African.


I think it’s so weird that I’ve never really felt bad that I was born African. I don’t mean that I have not admired other cultures, but wishing I was born of a different culture is not something I’ve indulged in. I guess its because I’ve lived a good life and I cannot complain. Well lets dive into my feelings about this title more:

This is how I’ve always looked at life; We are all human beings, all with the capability of achieving whatever we set our minds too. This fact does not rule out whether you are black, white, asian, or even brown. As a child, color didn’t mean anything until I started learning about racism.

Growing up African wasn’t always easy for me though hehe. The fear of parents was way too much. I recall dad would come back home from work and we (my siblings and I) would all clear out of the living room and go hide in our bedrooms. I feel like we missed out on having a closer relationship with our parents because of the fear of punishment heheh. The punishment here was real! That’s something I wish I had earlier even though after the third child is born, Parents become so chilled out and the punishment disappears. It’s therefore hard out here growing up the first born of an African 😅. I guess the fear was our kind respect but oh well! I wish that could be changed a bit

Growing up African, I also had the opportunity to travel to different countries and have a taste of what’s out there. And guess what I fell in love with some aspects out there. I mean I love so many things about the African culture most especially the music and the dancing. That’s just definitely the aspect i love the most! The Arts are way ahead here. However when it comes to Innovation, Engineering, Planning and many other aspects, which are things that I really love Africa is way behind. I’m really hoping my career prospects will be beneficial and influential to the development of those aspects of Africa.

I guess a little exposure has led to me live while to merging a variety of cultures. This pop-culture is all about what’s new, what’s aesthetic and also living a good Absolute Fun Quality Of life without changing all the fundamental amazing qualities of the African Culture that I’ve grown up in.

Any thoughts and experiences on growing up African? Leave us a comment below this post.

How we met…


Afro cocktail is probably not the most ideal name one would think of when it comes to a blog, but Hey we are africans and we love drinking plus our culture feels more like a fusion of a little bit of everything just like cocktails. We usually get together with our friends to buy drinks, have fun, party and all but how cool is it to get together with your friends to do something you all love and are really passionate about like writing a book, opening up a store or randomly starting a blog 😉.

Even if we went to the same school We were initially not as as close back then as we are now. We were nothing more than mere strangers back then. (Well I believe they didn’t even know that I existed back then 😂😂). I bet the only thing we had in common was our friendship with Chris (yeah he is that one friend that gets unintentionally left out because he won’t show up) oooohhhh and probably being in the same house with Christine.

What I distinctively remember about both of them from that time is probably Christine’s philanthropic work at Sanyu babies home. And well Derrick 😂😂, i could talk about that one time him and a bunch of other guys showed up to their last s4 rollcall in skirts or how him and other Saf boys used to terrorize us with their laughter as we walked past their table in the dining hall (much as I love him now, I would probably have wrangled is neck back then if I had the chance 😂😂). Long story short we kind of met on Snapchat and trust me when i say it has been one of the best things that ever happened in their lives ( jk.) but it’s definitely one of the greatest things that have ever happened to me. These two are the Best support system a girl could ever ask for. The understanding, love and support is forever present even if we don’t talk everyday (because of our crazy schedules and time differences plus i am bad at calling and Texting people). These two dwanzis are the kind that will cry, celebrate and stand by you through all situations and i love them for that. I am a very loyal person <that kind of ride or die friend> just like my two co-bloggers and it’s just funny how we are so different yet so alike. But that’s a story for another day.


So how did I meet these guys?

Let me start with Vanitah. Interesting as it may seem, we are from the same secondary a.k.a. high school (King’s College Budo), but while there, our lives had never crossed paths, her being classes below me and all. We actually became friends via Snapchat. So she happened to be friends with an old friend at the time. I’d heard of her in that dismissive way you get to know about a friend of a friend. I am not sure who reached out first, via DM but I was very sceptical. You know how you just cannot trust the internet, I really thought she had an agenda. However, I gave her the benefit of doubt and well the rest is history. (PS: I am still weary of internet DMs, she was just the special exception). I just had no idea that I’d meet a friend for life; someone with the right mix of humour, empathy, kindness, ambition all tied up in one tiny knot of woman. Life…

As for Derrick, well he is my SPECIAL person. We met at King’s College Budo still and were pursuing the same combination (Physics, Chemistry and Mathematics) for the advanced level, a class of 3 girls and 33 boys. That’s an intimidating static despite feeling anything but. Me and Derrick became fast friends, with his unending laughter and ready smiles, it was a match made in heaven. We always sat next to each other in the mathematics lessons and it was a never a dull moment. I might have aged backwards due to that constant laughter (we do laugh a lot!). Well after high school, we joined university at the same time, were in the same hostel, did karaoke together, cooked, laughed more, talked life and generally grew as humans. I think he was the most constant person in my life at a point where most friendships were swinging doors. I always knew to expect a friend in him regardless plus my go-to for a good laugh…always.

I am glad we happened to be in the same universe at the same time and crossed paths. These guys really give me life ☺️.


//Typed on my work desk on Friday evening right before leaving work. 

Ha, Hard question! Well How I Met Christine is easier to answer. In A-level, Christine joined my school, King’s College, and she was from Namagunga ( a school we all knew had hot chics and were frankly always excited to meet). She just so happened to be in my class in which we talked mostly in the maths lessons since we happened to sit across each other on the same table. Christine and I together with two other acquaintances at the table in that maths class called ourselves “the corner”. All I can remember about that corner is that we laughed all the time, it was crazy. Hell, we almost failed maths. We probably never got chased out of that class because the teacher was her uncle hehe. Anyway i guess that’s when we really clicked and once we were at the university and living in the same hostel we practically talked all the time. We cooked food together. Hell, we even gossiped haha. We went on fun Karaoke nights alone on Mondays and we even sang “Call me maybe” and literally shut down the entire bar that Monday haha. Good times!!! I miss hanging that much. We were literally in each others business so much that we got close to Vanitah together.  

I guess this in now the best time to introduce how I met Vanitah. Well, it was through social media. I know what youre thinking, I slid in the DM. heheh. Nope. We were snapchat friends and we definetely watched each others stories. Till you know we got to chatting, which led to me knowing that she was in King’s College too. So yeah! It turned out that we were all in the same school at the same time. And before i knew it, Christine also knew her from snap and we were always facetiming her since she lives in Denmark. Trust me, Vanitah is hilarious! and she also cares about her friends. She’s just good good vibes. We all got so close that we actually hosted on each others snap accounts.

Finally, a few months back, Christine and I got to meet Vanitah for the first time when she came to Kampala for like a week. It was such a good dinner. We caught up, laughed, ate and started the idea for this blog.