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Young Christian professionals in pursuit of life … and love.

Stories from the late 90’s; Kampala Pentecostal Church’s Campus and Careers Fellowship (CCF). [“You trust people because you’re courageous, that’s why, because you are grateful. It’s a mark of courage, it’s a mark of commitment.It’s like you and I are going to make an agreement and you are full of snakes and so am I.… Continue reading Young Christian professionals in pursuit of life … and love.

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A silent retreat – good for the soul

“We were hot” Robin said, “We know hot!” as she flipped back her gray ponytail. She added, “Don’t get us wrong, things may have shifted (she pointed to her body) but we turned heads in our day.” Her face filled with color as she described meeting her husband. “He wore a denim jacket and a buttoned-down shirt” she flipped her hair again – she’d clearly gone back to the moment somewhere in the 70’s – her eyes glistened. Patrice added, “Yeah, we did things that would turn your hair grey”. At this point Mindy and I were doubling over in laughter and cheering. It was nice to see older ladies light up – remind us that all ages are beautiful and life doesn’t end when one hits 60 and above – sometimes it actually gets better. Needless to say, our table was the loudest that night. But that was alright because those who needed would go to the confessional and we’d be silent for the next three days.

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At the Spa

This got me thinking, we need male masseurs in Uganda – although the way the world is going, it doesn’t look like that will solve some of these issues. I’m just advocating for a balance of gender. I read somewhere that the strength in the hands of male masseurs can help heal aching muscles faster. But also, if I walked into a spa and a male masseur was the only option, Cheptegei would have a real contender for the gold medal in 5,000m. Good ol’ Chep would know he had fierce competition.

Africa · Community · Culture · essays · Uganda

Kampala – a Rowdy Teenager

Kampala felt like a rowdy teenager caught between childish ways and maturity. The wild swerves of boda-bodas through the alleys of Industrial area, Wandegeya and Ntinda – left me breathless. My son likened a trip through Kampala city to survival in Grand Theft Auto – surprises and life-threatening events swing out of nowhere – a pothole, a bump, a motorcycle swerving in from a blind spot, a street kid suddenly peering in through the car window. The sun’s laser gaze, and a gush of dust blown by the wind for extra measure. Traffic-jams riled my stomach, pasted over by police officers flagging the car down every few meters.

Children · Community · Creative Writing · Culture · Femininity · Motherhood · Parenting · Uganda

The Mystery of the Woman’s Body

Whether we are equipped with knowledge on contraceptives or not, the bigger issue is the delicate nature of the woman’s body. The woman’s womb, nurture’s life and extends the human race. The woman’s womb is also sensitive and when mishandled can lead to a tragic end - the irony of woman’s existence.

Creative Writing · essays · Uganda

In the flower of youth cut off

A thought settles in my mind and insists it be written. Ignored, the thought screams, pitta-pattering around incessantly until I yield. This is a little note on a young lady I met over 20 years ago. Annette was short and stout and brilliant. She was feisty like many of the Budo girls I met –… Continue reading In the flower of youth cut off

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To love a woman

“To really love a woman, to understand her, you gotta know her deep inside. Hear every thought, see every dream, and give her wings when she wants to fly …” Three guys got a revelation; Bryan Adams, Michael Kamen and Robert John "Mutt" Lange. These guys wrote the lyrics to this song. “Then when you… Continue reading To love a woman

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Young attraction : a short story

What is the feeling you feel when you're young and attracted but can still count your age in single digits? “Do you think he is handsome?” I froze. My eyes circled wide like an owl perched on a branch. Could he hear my heart furiously thumping against my skinny rib cage? I clasped my hands… Continue reading Young attraction : a short story