When I say I love traveling, my inner self feels convinced. To many traveling may mean boarding a plane to a place a thousand miles away or probably sitting on a bus to go on a long journey, but for me, it means refusing to sitting in one place for more than 30 minutes. This is not because of the kind of work I do, … Continue reading Two hours in Mogadishu
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
Have you ever kissed a shadow The shadow of the one you love The one you love but have never met Never heard, never held, never felt. Head is buried in palms Mind in deep contemplation Imagination swaying in the air I can see him, I can hold him, I can feel him. Caressing his shadow Feeling the great works of an artist … Continue reading Kissing his Shadow
When I say nine months, first thing in many of your minds is Pregnancy. Yes and no! Last May I conceived, I was however not sure if it was a boy or a girl but I was sure it would be Joy at the end of the nine-months long journey. In fact, my belly has for this time through beamed with joy, notwithstanding a … Continue reading Its been Nine Months
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…
Somewhere in East Africa Sits a small but sweet Nation Also famously called the ‘Pearl of Africa’ The home of all beauty The Nation that holds the future of its citizens Somewhere in East Africa A child was taught to love and respect her motherland. The land upon which she was sired and reared With utmost respect, love and compassion To honour that … Continue reading Somewhere in East Africa
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
She is black and beautiful. A black woman’s smile like a two-edged sword cuts the eyes of those who receive it. Her teeth shine through the gloom of her complexion. Even free of any makeups, her clear and dark skin still glitters. Sometimes bold headed, other times with rough, thick and black hair. The Masai woman wears a bead head crown with filaments flowing right … Continue reading The Masai woman: a true reflection of African Beauty
I hustle through shortcuts in Kamwokya slum, before I arrive at Kyebando-Kisalosalo, another slum and wetland. Besides Passover Harvest Church in Kyebando is a huge, filthy trench filled with rotting garbage and stagnant water. Across the trench is a cluster of rows of rooms, the kind low income earners rent. One of the rows, comprising nine rooms, is in an enclosure. The compound is concrete, … Continue reading Origin of Kampala’s Beggars
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