Patricia Ssewungu’s biography, “A PIECE OF CAKE” MY STORY, brings the reader up close with the author through the ages.
In the first pages of her calamity-packed addiction biography, she digs into being born in the greater Masaka district into a politically active family till today.
She takes a look back at growing up facing several stereotypes, taking us fast through early school.She makes her debut to Kampala in search of the good life, the green grass, her much desired “Piece of Cake.
This move was largely resultant of good reads and stories about Kampala from her friend Aeron Nakamya.
Kampala wasn’t the much desired green grass she had anticipated.
Not for her, Ssewungu looks like the new Oprah with a rough, lurid, not entirely verifiable story to tell.
In her biography she piles on layer after layer of degradation and pain in quest of a better life.
After finding Kampala not sufficing, and being the benefactor of the financial generosity of a friend, she leaves Uganda for London to buttress her search for cake.
Life in the Queens land doesn’t come easy, it took almost a decade and more before she could stabilise into work, losing all her savings along the way.
Life momentarily degenerates and she even ponders suicide but she was not yet done, not tiring and keeping on.
Eventually she gets the redemption and reprieve after all mothers living in Britain are granted citizenship, this accelerated her rise to success and consequent prosperity.
From then on, she never looked back and she’s never been the same again. As it will soon be known, she succeeded in turning her life around, all the way around to the point where she is fast rising into an inspirational speaker and writer based on her shocking past, a tattered and rugged life abroad and being able to bring conditions under control.
In a biography that makes a needless point of genuflecting to many writers of her nature, Patricia radiates polish and a celebrity of her own, bringing strategic skill to the trick of describing moments during which she was not quite conscious including her own wedding that lasted a paltry three months.
With an over simplification that’s her biography’s shortcoming, as well as the confessional bluntness that’s her book’s biggest lure, Patricia describes two chilling life events including, losing her sister in primary five and the death of her father while she’s in London, let alone not being able to return bid farewell because circumstances couldn’t warrant such a move.
The battle for her soul shows up in her prose as well as in the events she describes. Most of all, “A PIECE OF CAKE” MY STORY, is written straightforwardly, in articulate language for everyone to discern.
After 100 odd pages of smelly, scrappy, shame inducing experiences, Patricia describes hitting the roof and ascending success. “PIECE OF CAKE” MY STORY sells a trip to hell and back as a tasty treat.