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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‘Twas the summer of 2013 in New Albany, Ohio, and Pharrell’s Blurred Lines was nauseating at this point. I was sleeping on my friends’ couch but they were leaving in 2 weeks and I still had no place to stay. I had just started my first job out of college at JIS but I didn’t have money to spend on rent. Not in that affluent suburb. My salary was best spent on Nikes and dates at Piada.
One evening after work, I got a call from Mike who asked me to meet him in the hospital parking lot. I cleared my desk, turned off Minesweeper on my work laptop, and rushed downstairs to meet Mike. As I stood in the middle of the parking lot, I couldn’t see Mike. Then it occurred to me that I didn’t know what Mike looked like and therefore, didn’t know who I was looking for. I called Mike and he said that he was driving a blue car and would pull out of his parking spot immediately.
The second I saw Mike’s car, my life in New Albany changed. It turned out that “blue car” was a euphemism for a blue Porsche. I walked up to the car, preserving my shock and awe for later. I dared not touch the door handle until I was sure. Mike rolled down the window slowly like a Top Gun Tom Cruise and yes, he had shades on. He told me to hop in and I obliged in a heartbeat.
Sportscars are deceptively large on the inside. I enjoyed more legroom in that diminutive Porsche than in any Toyota Landcruiser I have sat in. Once seated, Mike sped down the freeway like he had forgotten the chicken in the freezer. He assured me it was a short drive and it was. Or maybe we were in a boom tube. I am still not sure.
About 6 minutes later, he turned right and pulled up to a massive short white gate. The kind of gate meant to keep out cattle, not black men. I was comforted by that. Mike punched in a code on the machine to the left of the gate and the gate flung open. As we drove into the neighborhood, my heart was still absent from its usual chambers. Plush green stretches graced by massive mansions. I chose not to interrupt this dream with questions about my bearings. Mike pointed to the right of the narrow road to show me his house, but then we took a left. Left we went, and up a narrow road paved with beautiful tall trees. It was as though the trees were narrating a suspenseful tale as they revealed inches of the road ahead conservatively with each mile we crept forward. Think—the internet in the ’90s.
A few minutes later, the trees became more forthcoming and revealed grand red brick architecture. Mike pulled into a large driveway in front of what I can only describe as a castle and parked. Mike looked at me and said: “I hope this is big enough for you…”
And that kids, is how I lived alone in a 15,000-square-foot mansion in New Albany, Ohio.
Pictorial evidence of me at the mansion
To be continued…
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