I have suffered from writer's block since the clock struck midnight this year. It is not new for anyone who claims to be a writer. Today, for the first time since that night, my fingers are pleading. They beg me to immortalize this night. As I begin to type, it is 7:54pm Ugandan time--East African … Continue reading NOVEMBER 3RD, 2020.
In this Think-Like-A-Man world, this Fault-in-our-Stars universe, it embarrasses me to say that I am inept at love. Falling in love is something most people have to resist. Shaking off suitors should be as easy as wearing lipstick. I am still staggering in nine-inch heels when it comes to understanding how romance works. I believe that my inefficiency at … Continue reading UNDER THE WOLF’S BONNET
“When a man is born, the human race as well as the individual, he is thrown out of a situation which was definite…into a situation which is indefinite, uncertain and open. There is certainty only about the past — and about the future only as far as that it is death.”- The Art of Loving … Continue reading To You, My Sister and Sisters
This essay was first published in the Kalahari Review platform on 25th December 2019. “Away in a manger; No Crib for a bed. The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head. The cattle were lowing, the baby awakes But little lord Jesus, no sound that he makes. The little lord Jesus, asleep in the … Continue reading A Very Weary Christmas
I live in Uganda. It is an unpolished pearl sliced in half by the equator. In Uganda, we don’t trust numbers, statistics, or headlines. However, every morning, you will find us squinting at the rack of the dailies we don’t intend to buy, reading the many versions of the truth cooked up by the media, … Continue reading The Pearl Of Many Colours
For days and then for weeks the sun had shone so fiercely that I had begun to wonder whether I had started receiving some of the wages of my sins on earth. In a few short weeks, the sun had barbecued the iron sheets and baked the dusty streets. Even the animals, unable to take … Continue reading AN EYE ON THE SKY
Of course I am angry. I am angry about racism. I am angry about sexism. But recently I came to the realization that I am angrier about sexism than I am about racism. Because in my anger about sexism, I feel lonely.Because I love and live among many people who easily acknowledge race injustice but … Continue reading Of Blood & Vinegar
Whose face do you see when you imagine your greatest love?
I used to be an open-air bar. I was Legends on a Saturday night. My door was never closed because I had no door. My heart could not break because I had no lock. Everybody could come in and everyone could stay... I used to think I couldn't change who I was. I was right. … Continue reading The Black Fountain