The Little Ethiopian Angel

  Bright and beautiful, Wrapped in a long cream dress, Strapped with gold finishings Complimenting her little curves Oh! the Little Ethiopian Angel Corn rows run through her head Like little meandering routes through a tropical forest Her little eyes focusing on her little fingers Her Little fingers banging her little African Drum Oh! the little Ethiopian Angel Every thing about her is little and … Continue reading The Little Ethiopian Angel

Just Beneath Mulago hill…

Kampala stands on seven hills. One of them is where Uganda’s referral hospital (Mulago Hospital) stands. we all believe hills are synonymous with beauty, most times including the surrounding areas (at least as far as I can recall for the ones I have known.) Yes, but there is something rather unusual about this one.  Between Mulago and another slum Kamwokya lies a very small slum, … Continue reading Just Beneath Mulago hill…

30 minutes at the mortuary

My daring self never ceases to amuse me. Last Friday, it got stubborn again, this time however for something a nightmare to many. I set out to go to the Nairobi city mortuary, with two other colleagues, we decided to stroll the distance and finally we were at a place, not deserted, but for lack of a better word, de-congested. Speak of a mortuary and … Continue reading 30 minutes at the mortuary