One of my cousins accused me of being in a writing rut. How dare he! I can write in my sleep. I’m no Toni Morrison, but sheesh, I can put ink to paper. Okay?!.

Not. A. Rut.

It’s such a big deal for me to even be able to write for/to my cousin, because, like I’ve said 100 times, I’m from Terego. We Teregians avoid anything personal like we avoid the chic with open festering zits, because feelings/sharing/being deep is for punks who think we care- we don’t. But, lately, there’s been a shift. My cousins and I can sit…


Before I could write this, I thought I’d first sit and get figures. How many people today are living with HIV in Uganda? (1.3m) How many infected are on treatment? (70+ percent) How many new infections are there? (50,000) Are the numbers getting better or worse? (Worse)…

Then I read on about a hustler chic who when she has to make the choice between earning 2k, with a condom, and 20k, without a condom, she goes for the 20k. Obviously. Guys. 20k. Not 500k that pays rent and school fees: 20k. Basic hunger. As for the guy that makes these…


A story about healing? This isn’t a poem about growth, no, still not it. Something to lift your spirits? My God no. This is just a rant. A rant about pain, wounds, doubts, bleeding. More specifically about wounds that get infected and finally after a while, a piece of you is lost and scar tissue finally forms in it’s place.

Doubts

When someone makes you doubt yourself, your beliefs, your judgement

Makes you question your standards ,what is right and wrong

Belittles your insight and thus your intelligence, your opinion

Dims the light in your heart and eventually your eyes…till its…


Some time last week, the errand boy at work quit. He walked out of the office and did not turn back. It turns out that he had been craftily planning his escape for about 4 months. So on the D-day, the boy pretended to be doing his morning chores and with neither luggage nor notice, he unceremoniously stepped out of the gate into ‘freedom’.

It dawned on us in the evening that he was not interested into turning into a pillar of salt. Phewx anyway. …


Chic,

I just bit into an over-fried gizzard. Why am I being polite? The thing was burnt. It was like biting into coal. It seems the woman at the side of the road at my stage is having the same kind of day as i am…

When i woke up, i had like 10 seconds of being Sasha Fierce. Forget Beyonce. I was the dragon herself! I woke up to reviews of a journal I’d participated in making. The reviews were rainbows and butterflies!

Still in the zone of things going well, I decided to get the hairstyle id always…


This past week had me thinking about my third year internship. That internship, I worked at a private consultancy company managed by a lady that owned a restaurant as well. The restaurant was a walkable distance from the offices and because we were about only 5 employees, it is where we always had breakfast and lunch from. That internship was heaven. Campus was a hard place; especially for those of us that had to make do with the dumbfoundingly horrible hall food all semester long. I still wonder how I didn’t gag each time I swallowed that food. Being able…


So, I’m writing this piece from this old old computer that makes me sad. It takes like 7 minutes to boot, its bulky, there’s what looks like a crack across the screen, and the constant anxiety that if power goes off, it’ll take me 100 years to turn on.

What happened to the one you usually use?

Well, soda poured in my bag: this gorgeous H&M bag in which my laptop magically fits. And a notebook. And a scarf. And old chewing gum. And a bottle of soda…

Does anyone else ever get the feeling that they are not meant…


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I am a 26 yr old and my story began about 14yrs ago. Life was normal, it was cheery and blameless, as it should be for a 12yr old without much of a care in the world except to wake and play tomorrow. Anyway who am I kidding, was never normal, never have, never will, just like God intended it. OK well, life was as normal as it could be till the fateful day the pangs and waves of sickness started rolling in, one after another as if honoured guests to a grand feast. Do forgive me if I tend…


My father comes from the generation of gentlemen who learnt the Queen’s language directly from British instructors. That generation of gentlemen who know how to pronounce words according to the placement of vowels or a consonants. The same generation that have never had issues differentiating between the use of “your” and “you’re.”

As a 90s child, one of my fondest childhood memories includes the gatherings in our living room somewhere along Mawanda Road. Our home was the kind where kids in the neighborhood gathered to play. It was so “bad” that one day when daddy came back from shopping, the…


(caught between modernity and tradition )

Dating

Def; a trial period where two people explore whether to take a relationship to a more permanent one.

Courtship

Def; a period in which. a couple develops a romantic relationship before marriage .

Dating is hard ,that’s not a scientifically proven fact or theory or something of that. sort but it might as well be given all the overwhelming evidence. So now we agree that it’s hard , and for some of us ,the lazy ones , it almost becomes painful. …

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