The phrase “Boss, some Soda” means much more than meets the eye. The country’s economic realities have turned majority of its citizens into beggars who live off “soda tips” in order to make ends meet. This satirical piece has been dramatised to critique the hapless situation that most Ugandans find themselves in.
I touched heaven the other day, While the little children outside shuffled their feet I saw God write lettersWhile His angels stood guard I stretched out my handAnd tightened my grip at the clouds It could have been a dreamBut I felt the sweat drip off my skin So, I closed my eyes and let… Continue reading I Touched Heaven
I usually have a horrible time gathering sleep especially during allergy season. I use this time to observe and write…with the hope that I will gather sleep soon.
Empty.Been feeling like that lately.A shut out soul,And a forgotten manWith Whithered prospects.So it was,That I would be,The kind of being that you see.Bereft of redemptionAnd in need of admiration.I sang about droplets of honeyAt the time I cared for no money.Naive and talentedCareless and arrogant.Tasteless and quasi-smart.So, it is,That I am none of these.The… Continue reading What Happened?
I sought a hero because I was in need of saving,Kin and consanguineous connections failed meI used regret and pain to paint my canvasAnd made myself into a messy masterpiece I loved that she wore strength and hope,that she easily waltzed around without a care.I loved that she dressed in hope and glamour,that she lit… Continue reading Green Death
Dearest Nyakwenks, It will take long getting used to the fact that you are no longer with me. I was deeply shattered when news broke on Sunday. At least I am glad that you are resting well and that you do not have to feel anymore pain. Yesterday was extremely difficult for me. I kept… Continue reading To you, Nyakwenks
On Sunday, I met up with a close friend who was to embark on a trip abroad. She had been here since December and with Covid 19 in place, I had hoped she would stay around a while longer. We met at a popular local eatery and when we were finished with the meal, she… Continue reading Questions
Unlike most people, I dread the rainy seasons. Rainy days are not just characteristic of mud smeared jeans but of endless snuffles too. I have always had nasal allergies since I was little and this time of the year does not help matters. I have always preferred to sleep alone during the season because that… Continue reading Apologies for the Allergies
The sea looked and fled;
Jordan turned back.
The mountains skipped like rams,
the hills like lambs.
I taught her all I set out to Three years it’s been, Of incessant “love you too” and hey, no gin! Shocking, That departure, was achieved. Choking! Even I hadn’t believed. Yet in all fairness, the feat is remarkable Remarkable because well, I was able to disprove the biggest fable but in the… Continue reading I Taught Her (Outro)