“My sun sets to rise again.”- Robert Browning Ah, what an ominous title, Dad might be scared to read this one because he thinks I am going to vent about or write a sonnet about my heartbreaks. It’s OK Papa, sibiwamba khwise tawe.. 🙂 I am writing this with permission from a friend … Continue reading Tears At 2AM, Bond7 In A Cup.
So last year, I quit my job due to personal reasons and I have been doing Communications Consultancy (Crisis Management, Public Relations, Business Development and Marketing) since then but as always everything has its hurdles. Some days are so good, some are OK and the worst ones are horrible that they can make you wish … Continue reading #Pizza Cravings On An Empty Wallet
Heart of my heart, how have you been? I have not heard from you in awhile My heart aches for your touch But should I reach out when your ego silences me? Yet, deep down I wonder Are we OK? Are we fine? Is there someone else? Am I still the one you crave? The … Continue reading Wilting Sonnets
I have this thing about traveling, it fills me with utmost joy but I never got chances to do it. It was either too pricey or just too hard to fit into my schedule. I would see cute pictures of people’s travels and get this mega travel envy, wishing that was me experiencing all these … Continue reading My #SseseXperience
On some days I miss travelling; it is one of those blessings that came with adulthood. The freedom to traverse Uganda as well as some other borders whether it is for work or just one of those random fun weekends away. Yet with this very adulthood comes responsibility, I am struggling to get used to … Continue reading A Few Birds, Rocks And A Lot Of Water
I have been cooking for ages now, most people that know me seem to use that against me. They will call me over to their places to chill and somehow manipulate me into cooking. Its so bad that they even try to guilt me into cooking for them, I am quite sure that as they … Continue reading The Food And Those That Cook It
The feeling you get when you start on a new journey can be overwhelming, you recite so many mantras when taking that first step that someone who can read your mind will think you are working on a new Buddhist chant. Maybe, it’s just me, I am always scared. Like right now, I am currently … Continue reading A Mantra Too Many