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…
Category: Cooking Pot
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 #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 #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…
Day #26: Photoblog
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The WhatsApp Doc (In Conclusion)
The copy of The WhatsApp Doc I put up last Wednesday received all manner of feedback. I got left hooks and uppercuts. I got elbow hits, pepper spray, and knife cuts. At one point, as I ran for my life, I got stuck in a thicket with thorns that tore at my skin. I survived…
What I Learned (Idea copied from Bett)
Never mess with a regulator. Never pay a deaf ear to instructions from a regulator. They can shut your business down and stop you from transacting. Or you’ll end up paying fines that’ll leave your business hanging by a hair strand. Treat a regulator the way you’d treat a boil on your unmentionables. Take care…