Privacy Policy
Last Updated On 09-Aug-2023
Effective Date 01-Aug-2023
This Privacy Policy describes the policies of Shem Opolot, email: info@shemopolot.com, phone: 0772100100 on the collection, use and disclosure of your information that we collect when you use our website ( https://shemopolot.com ). (the “Service”). By accessing or using the Service, you are consenting to the collection, use and disclosure of your information in accordance with this Privacy Policy. If you do not consent to the same, please do not access or use the Service.
We may modify this Privacy Policy at any time without any prior notice to you and will post the revised Privacy Policy on the Service. The revised Policy will be effective 180 days from when the revised Policy is posted in the Service and your continued access or use of the Service after such time will constitute your acceptance of the revised Privacy Policy. We therefore recommend that you periodically review this page.
Information We Collect:
We will collect and process the following personal information about you:
Name
Email
Mobile
How We Use Your Information:
We will use the information that we collect about you for the following purposes:
Testimonials
Customer feedback collection
Processing payment
Support
Manage customer order
Manage user account
If we want to use your information for any other purpose, we will ask you for consent and will use your information only on receiving your consent and then, only for the purpose(s) for which grant consent unless we are required to do otherwise by law.
Retention Of Your Information:
We will retain your personal information with us for 90 days to 2 years after user accounts remain idle or for as long as we need it to fulfill the purposes for which it was collected as detailed in this Privacy Policy. We may need to retain certain information for longer periods such as record-keeping / reporting in accordance with applicable law or for other legitimate reasons like enforcement of legal rights, fraud prevention, etc. Residual anonymous information and aggregate information, neither of which identifies you (directly or indirectly), may be stored indefinitely.
Your Rights:
Depending on the law that applies, you may have a right to access and rectify or erase your personal data or receive a copy of your personal data, restrict or object to the active processing of your data, ask us to share (port) your personal information to another entity, withdraw any consent you provided to us to process your data, a right to lodge a complaint with a statutory authority and such other rights as may be relevant under applicable laws. To exercise these rights, you can write to us at info@shemopolot.com. We will respond to your request in accordance with applicable law.
You may opt-out of direct marketing communications or the profiling we carry out for marketing purposes by writing to us at info@shemopolot.com.
Do note that if you do not allow us to collect or process the required personal information or withdraw the consent to process the same for the required purposes, you may not be able to access or use the services for which your information was sought.
Cookies Etc.
To learn more about how we use these and your choices in relation to these tracking technologies, please refer to our Cookie Policy.
Security:
The security of your information is important to us and we will use reasonable security measures to prevent the loss, misuse or unauthorized alteration of your information under our control. However, given the inherent risks, we cannot guarantee absolute security and consequently, we cannot ensure or warrant the security of any information you transmit to us and you do so at your own risk.
Grievance / Data Protection Officer:
If you have any queries or concerns about the processing of your information that is available with us, you may email our Grievance Officer at Shem Opolot, 256 Kampala, Uganda, email: info@shemopolot.com. We will address your concerns in accordance with applicable law.
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“Is it good? Is it bad? Only time will tell…”
My Ohioan Mormon friend always said this when I congratulated him on—what I perceived as—an achievement. Several years later, I think I get it.
Change schools and leave your friends behind. Good or bad? Only time will tell…
The year was 1997. Vimto was bottled nectar from heaven, Voltron followed an episode of The Oprah Winfrey Show that felt longer than an awkward handshake from a creepy uncle, and Buganda Road Primary School was still basking in the afterglow of Mr. Almeida’s revolutionary leadership.
I don’t remember much about Buganda Road, but I remember the canes. My buttcheeks still clench at the thought of the canes thumping on my bum and sending me into unrehearsed theatre.
T’sounds jarring but I remember Buganda Road fondly: The hard-to-wash but easy-to-soil brown uniforms. The delicious lunchtime chips bathed in tomato sauce and stuffed in polythene bags. The mangoes from the lady hawkers that mobbed you outside the school’s gates: the lush yellowish-orange insides. The ounce-perfect salt pinched onto the mango tip. The salmonella my mum warned against. The childhood disobedience. Perfection.
I loved Buganda Road, but in July 1997, my parents transferred me to Lohana Academy in a move likely fueled by their academic aspirations for me and fealty to Mr. Almeida, who helmed Lohana Academy at the time.
Plopped in Lohana in the final term of the year, I was confused and disoriented. Like Trump-led America. But, my life changed forever. Lohana opened doors I’m still walking through today.
Canceled visa. Good or bad? Only time will tell…
August 2016. I was about to be one degree hotter, academically speaking. Only data collection and Kampala revelry stood between me and my master’s degree. A few weeks before the start of my last academic year, a visa denial cut in line and replaced the data collection and revelry like a scoundrel in the bank with no respect for queues. One day I’ll write about the American visa application process but today, I am choosing peace.
I spent the rest of the year stuck in Uganda in a daze. My parents were anxious. I was anxious. Everyone was anxious. Amid this daze, an old acquaintance wrote a book and I platonically slid into her DMs to get on the waitlist for a hard copy. I attended the book launch a few weeks later because I was a school dropout with a research stipend to blow. That author is now the mother of my child.
Broken-heart. Good or bad? Only time will tell…
The year was 2010 and I’d just broken up with my first girlfriend. Inspired by my chiseled Pocahontas-lookalike roommate, I hit the gym to deflect. I bounced into the gym with the confidence of The Rock and got humbled by the bench press. Stuck under a 100+ kilogram weight; my figuratively broken heart literally breaking, a stocky half-German-half-Turkish lad with a full beard and a large button of a nose raced to my aid.
“You good, bro?” He asked smugly, with a thick accent you’ve heard on Al Jazeera. “Go lower, bro,” he said, advising me to stop overestimating my manhood like a middle-aged white man standing 10 inches away from the urinal bowl. The stocky button-nosed Turk became one of the best friends I have ever had.
Missed job opportunity. Good or bad? Only time will tell…
November 2022. The Kampala sun was upset at us. Why else would it be so hot? Luckily, I was leaving for a one-week vacation to a hotter country. Yay.
“Get snacks from the supermarket.” my wife texted. I hesitated to open the WhatsApp message immediately because once you read the message, the urgency becomes as unrelenting as a running stomach on a hot day with no clean toilets nearby. I rushed through the day’s tasks like a cat caught in a hurricane—helpless and flailing but determined. I finally got home to finish packing. As I placed my shoes in the corner near the front door like a good African, I got a phone call:
“Hello! This is Andrew from Bella Uganda.” The fuzzy voice on the other line muttered.
“BELLA?” I retorted; my tone rife with impatience.
“BAYLOR UGANDA,” Andrew repeated in a slower, more audible tone.
“Aaaaaah Baylaaaaa!” I said, confirming my recognition of the organization.
You see, I applied for a job at Baylor Uganda a while ago and when I didn’t hear back, I assumed the job application abyss had claimed another victim. Hearing from Andrew filled me with joy for 20 whole seconds.
“Are you able to come to our office tomorrow for an interview?” Andrew asked.
I was delighted and disappointed. Delighted I got a call back but disappointed about the timing. I asked Andrew if the interview could wait until I returned, but he offered no assurances.
Was the missed opportunity a good thing or a bad thing? Only time will tell…
Have a good week and remember, more often than not, things will be ok…
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