Love, chores, and Soulful Sundays

By Ronnie Musiimenta

It’s a Sunday in Kampala, the kind where the sun glows gently, chapatis flip lazily on roadside pans, and the city takes a deep breath. From Ntinda to Najjera, Makindye to Bweyogerere, something sweet fills the air — Soulful Sunday on 106.1 FM Next Radio.

At exactly 6am, the city tunes in. In Kololo, a man leans on his Benz pretending to wash it, eyes closed, lost in Luther Vandross’ voice. In Kireka, Kakeeto Fredo, whose Ipsum only starts with kind words, nods to the same rhythm. Music makes everyone equal.

In Kamwokya, Kasule’s Bar & Lounge (no lounge actually) is already buzzing. Bottles clink, and debates over Arsenal’s draw turn into shouts of “DJ, increase volume!”

Across town, single rooms become mini concerts. Brooms turn into microphones, saucepans into drums, and bedsheets into stage curtains.

And in Najjera, Sarah once went to borrow cooking oil and met Benon. Three songs later, she forgot the oil. Five Sundays later, they shared playlists. Now, they’re planning a wedding — and Soulful Sunday tops the list.

Every Sunday, Kampala slows down and feels alive again. That’s the power of soul.