I will let you decide where. l have no idea if l am believer but as every good religious person, I pray silently to God only when l am in trouble or want to obtain something. I also pray when I don’t see any escape or options coming out from a certain situation. Sometimes I…
Dating After Funeral – By Animas
So, after the Dutch/American architect cheap yahoo boy, I decided not to give up and kept hoping to meet my virtual charming prince riding one of the matchmaker Apps. Mission accomplished, again with no success. The journey was the way any outstanding surgeon would say, “The surgery was successful, but the patient did not survive.’’…
Erase, Shine and Delete – By Animas
After free fall, I learned to fly. My spirit is still under construction. I am still searching and looking for more surprises, more frogs to kiss and waste my time with, more adventures… I started packing, moving out of the place l lived in with Za Decedent. It was essential to me! I had never…
Za Decedent’s Funeral – by Animas
As I mentioned to you, I will nickname my ex, Decedent, also known for six years as the love of my life. I choose the name Decedent as a form of revenge, out of anger and pain that he caused me when he decided out of the blue to break up with me. Some might…
Cultural Differences – by Animas
Living in a civilized so-called western country made me realize that I had a very normal childhood. Can someone define what normal means? In my opinion, normality is reflected by everyone’s perception. What to me seems normal, might sound strange to you and vice versa. It has shapes. It has behavior patterns. It’s boring. Let’s…
Who am I? – by Animas
We met at Sausalitos, a Mexican restaurant and bar that played La Bamba when she walked in. It was a chilly November evening, my fourth Friday in this city and I was still staying in a hotel room. I should’ve ordered a whisky to warm myself up, but a cold glass of beer sweating on…
The Liebster Award 2020
Kia Martina, who writes at Kia’s Notions, asked some piercing questions. She nominated me to respond to those deep questions. I knew right then, when I saw the tag and read the questions, that I might flout some rules. I had questions of my own too. How honest should I be? How open should my…
To Know or Not to Know
There are people who want to know stuff. They stick their hands in a beehive. They study what a sting looks like. They are curious. They ask questions. They poke – not their noses – their brains in affairs that concern them. They sniff for signs. They probe. They value feedback and seek it as…
Celebrate It
I like sports. I enjoy watching the celebrations when someone scores a goal, makes a basket, completes a try, hits a hole, races across the finish line. I like the passion with which people lift their hands, thump chests, raise fists. I like seeing the hugs and kisses, the flying confetti and fireworks, the champagne….
Papa and Food
My earliest memory of listening to Papa Wemba takes me to when I was 10. Mum and I sat on a mat outside our house in Arua. The vast compound on which I played football with the kids from the neighbourhood was green with the exception of one spot that was clear. It’s where we…