Have you ever had a cry? Not the usual crying but that cry that comes from all the pain, frustration and anger that has been hiding deep in your heart. That cry that rips you apart and you wail like a child. A cry so strong your body shakes in release. I had one of … Continue reading Gladness For Mourning.. 🌻
Can we have a genuine conversation about drug addiction in Uganda? Lately you cannot attend an event or a festival without the presence of dangerous drugs being sold by someone. Sad part? These drugs are actually brought in by people with the means to import, those who manipulate their positions of power for their greed … Continue reading What Should We Do About Drugs And Our Friends?
“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.
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
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