I folded my clothes and placed them in my suitcase. It’s a bag that can fit two bunches of matooke, a cook stove, molokony and food that can last a month. It isn’t my case to start with. It’s one of those things that stays with you and eventually, by the natural process of passage…
A series of random very short stories
The craziest I’ve seen a woman do was when she stopped our taxi in Nakawa. It was about 8:00pm. I was returning from class. She got out of the taxi, asked the driver not to leave her behind. She went into a trench, pulled up her skirt, pulled down her undies. She squatted in that…
On The Road To Nairobi
I watch the yellow sun making its ascent up the sky when we get to Elementaita. It is cushioned between two pockets of foamy clouds the shape of mountain ranges. They reflect silver and gold and orange on their edges. The rising sun is an attraction. It’s majestic. It’s a marvel, one that draws your…
India
You call up this girl that you like. She knows you like her so you won’t pretend about it. She’s mellow, wears a smile that beams like sunflowers. She carries the personality of a fresh tantalizing aroma that draws you to her. And she’s into Neo Soul music, a genre that you started paying attention…
Lonely Bloke
He walks into his house. It’s a single room with rough walls that have lizards crawling on it. There are spiders and webs resting in the corners of the ceiling. He’s staggering and dripping with water from the rain that beat the warmth out of his skin. His house has a minimalist setting. A wooden…
Day #30: The Finish Line and Afrobloggers
“For wherever your treasure is, that is where your heart will be too.” Matthew 6:21 and Luke 12:34 [I wanted to use a picture of Eliud Kipchoge setting the marathon world record in Berlin but I couldn’t find one that was clear and free to use. I’d have to fork out at least USD 100…
Day #29: To You My Readers
The first person to post a comment on this blog was Kevin. That was in April, two months after I started this blog. It was a big deal for me. I jumped in celebration as though I’d scored a goal and poured myself a glass of wine. I was elated and thankful and out of…
Day #28: You Inspire Me
Throughout this blogging challenge, there have been many bloggers across Africa from whom I’ve picked lessons. Bloggers who have unknowingly taught and inspired me to tweak stories, to be bold and authentic, to read and create more, to come here every day and to fill these pages with words. And in no particular order; Nobuhle…
Day #27: The Lessons
I use one of two main routes on my return from work. It’s either from Katonga road to John Babiiha Avenue and then to Kamwokya where I jump in a taxi to Kisaasi. Or I take Sezibwa road to Ternan Avenue, then to Kampala road and finally to the old taxi park. I prefer the…