Category: Cooking Pot

With his right arm on my shoulder, after we had spent most of the afternoon and evening at my boss’ home, one of my managers says to me, “Tuape, I think you’re my only staff I’ve never taken out. I’ve never bought you drinks. Let me do that for you today.” And off we were…

I’m getting distracted by one of our guard dogs. Goodness! It isn’t giving me a break. It’s sniffing at my fingers and toes. Its jaws are open, pink tongue out as though it wants to lick my skin off. Does it think I stole its meat? Com’on, I wouldn’t do that. Why would I steal?…

The plan was simple. I would wake up, pick my laptop, type out a draft story for this blog, brush my teeth, take a bath, dress up and go to church. And the rest of Sunday would unveil itself whatever way it wanted until sunset. The first part went as planned. I woke up. Then…

For most of my primary school holidays, I’d go to my hometown Pakwach. I loved it. Spending time with my folks over there made for a perfect childhood. My friends and I would climb cashew trees. I always aimed for the juiciest yellow fruit that hung by an unlikely twig. It was a daring attempt,…

I know. I’m silly a lot of times and I write some utterly stupid lines that make no sense like some of what you’re about to read. I don’t set out to put down such ridiculous words but look, here’s the thing. I’m shaking in my pants right now, holding in a fart that’s making…