I was struggling with a way to describe it till she came to my rescue. NTV's Patrick Kamara 'unveiled' Owobusobozi Bisaka. To his followers, he is god. His following has continued to grow for three decades and counting.

I had heard about him when I was a little kid in parts of Kyenjojo, Masindi and Hoima. A lot of people have since stopped using their pet names (empaako) on Bisaka's orders in surrounding districts.

Once converted, Abwooli becomes Muhereza (follower) so and so. Just like that, the sweet pet name is gone. This came at the time when I was recovering from viewing Sudhir Byaruhanga's visit to Bigo Byamugenyi - the site believed to have been the capital of the Bachwezi dynasty, between 1000 and1500 AD. That is enough of the godly stuff.

On a Godly note, Bishop Desmond Tutu and Pope Francis came out on the touchy issue of homosexuality. Personally, I have no problem with what two consenting adults do within the confines of their bedroom. I was later educated that being gay does not necessarily mean you take part in the 'act'. I have my reservations about the whole issue but I have nothing against the people. That is my stand on homosexuality.

Some of my gay friends have tried to hit on me (yes, both males and females hit on me). I politely tell them that I am a 'lesbian' so I like only girls. I have been invited to a party organised by the lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender (LGBT) community in Uganda, so I will need to take a hot female date by my side.

The invite reminded me of a cold October night in Mbarara. Tired and drunk after hours of bar hopping, we sauntered into Vision Empire. By then, it was the place to be while in Mbarara. Like any other place, not all the girls were worth an offer of a drink. When I move with a gang of dudes with raging testosterone levels, I like to play the laid-back lad.

As my boys scamper for the diamonds, I like to wait it out. Overtime, I realised that the best diamonds are found in the rough, all it takes is a keen eye. I had been eyeing this hot Rwandese babe from the moment we walked in.

I did not make a move but she did when her man went for a smoking break. "You look bored," she started. 'Not really,' I replied and took a sip of my Guinness. She asked if I wanted to dance. So to put her off before her guy hits me with a bottle, I told her I am not into girls. Had she come along with her brother?

She could not conceal her shock at my revelation. By the time her date returned from another smoking break, she seemed more than determined to show me that it is better to be into girls than fellow guys. She wanted to be the first woman I got to take to bed. Now this was the testing bit. Would I muster the courage to walk away from such a dare, to reject such an offer?