Category: Cooking Pot

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…