Where Are You? December’s Most Tempting Question

The festive season has arrived quietly by day and loudly by nightfall.

By 7 am, the roads are usually buzzing with rushing boda bodas and cars in long files, bumper to bumper, but not in December. Now the roads breathe easier, traffic has thinned out, and alarms ring with less urgency.

Then comes the season’s most dangerous question: where are you? A subtle question that carries the weight of Kampala–Jinja journeys, decisions, and dawn regrets.

Imagine waking up to go to work and realising you slept at some resort in Jinja or Entebbe. It can move you from a simple evening plan into a full night of wandering, laughter, loud music, and choices you promised yourself you would pause before making.

You wake up with a heavy head and eyes as red as the brake lights you followed all night. No one hit you. You simply overcame your common sense and misused your God-given free will, then called it freedom for a few hours.

More amazing about this season, money does not stand in the way. Piggy banks are broken, cash is flowing, and generosity is next level. You can have a free drink at any given time, one of your choice, by the way.

It often begins innocently, a car pool, a quick stop to sit somewhere, a brief escape that grows legs and runs into morning. Every turn feels harmless until it is not.

So call upon your inner discipline and ask it to stay alert this season. Let January find you proud, rested, and whole.