So I showed up at her doorstep and introduced myself. I said I was the girl who liked her son (naye kajanja of youth 🤦🏾♀️). I didn’t give the lady many choices now did I? She welcomed me, let me in, into her home, into her life, generally... Her son came back from outside countries … Continue reading Mother in-law? Mummy will do
Cravings for local dishes intensify when one is away from home. The aromas and tastes present a form of security, a familiarity, a remembrance of place. When a meal is shared guards vanish, there’s an understanding - a shared experience. A semblance of unity among people from different tribes and tongues. This probably explains why … Continue reading A celebration of cultures – food fest
Acen’s stomach tightened to a rhythm. She stiffened and took a deep breath as her palms moistened and skin glistened with sweat. She felt another wave coming like a potent force rushing through her veins. She trembled. Her stomach tightened like a pumped up football. Her lower back pulsated. The numbing ache would not let. The … Continue reading A Good Friday
Uber rides are full of surprises. One never knows what could happen on the journey between destinations. Uber drivers come in different shades, from the quiet DJ’s to the talkative – I’m-so-glad-you-can-listen types. Meet John.
Ever meet people who effortlessly sweeten your existence? The interaction may be brief but it leaves an eternal seal, like an elegant tattoo. Guardian angels on assignment? Maybe. Meet the Landlords: He was about 5’6, his eager bright eyes sparkled through his specs. Gray hair spread gently over his head like budding cotton fields, he … Continue reading The beautiful imprints people leave
That place, that ordinary mystic lounge tucked up in Ntinda’s Minister’s village. Seated under its blue neon light I shut my eyes and fade. Sink into calm, the music washing over me, I’m a pebble on its shore. It smooths my edges. Troubles like metal filings are zapped up in a magnetic field. Music and … Continue reading Poetry for Old Timers sake
Lost in the green hills of Kabale, scratch that, let’s start again. Lost in the brown hills of Kabale, (for it was the dry season and nature was coated brown with dust). I looked up and there she was, like a rain drop on a sweltering afternoon. A glistening fresh water pearl curved out of … Continue reading Uganda: A pearl, a beauty, a country
