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…
Bonn Again
You live in a city and build a bond with it. You become friends. It is your first cut of a city in this country. You have experiences and build memories together. You know the distinct smell of many of its neighbourhoods. You discover its corners of fun, its secrets, its dark spots, its light…
The One To Meet
I showed up every day for last year’s Winter Afrobloggers Challenge. I ran that marathon, mile after mile, stride by stride. I turned at each corner, kept it going, took the straight path, ran up hill. I got to the 21K mark. I was still strong. My mind was focused. When I got to the…
Her Story
Afrobloggers, I’m taking a different stride from today’s writing prompt. It’s probably one thing content creators should be open to. Try something off tangent. Twist the rules. Jump off a cliff into the writing waters. Give the reader a few pieces of you that you’re okay letting out. When I read Becoming Vanessa, her experiences…
Favorite Local Food
I’m writing this during my lunch break. I’m working from home today. On one side of my table are biscuits with lemon flavored cream fillings. Those will be dessert. I would’ve had yoghurt as a starter but that would fill me up. To the left of my table is a glass of orange juice. My…
Designer Babies
One. If you crossed your arms right now, you’ll realize there is a natural tendency to have either the right or left palm on top of your biceps. Doing it the other way will make you feel uncomfortable. Two. If you crossed your legs right now, you’ll notice an instinctive action towards either the left…
Unplanned Thoughts
My workplace has an internal blog dedicated to Covid_19 experiences. It’s a place where staff let their hearts out through stories. I like it. I sit at my table having yoghurt, grapes and apples (because I want to keep the doctor away) as I read the feelings of some people like me living alone and…