Category Archives: Every Day Life

To the star that never shone…


Government releases O-Level results. In Ntungamo District, Sekyondwa goes to pick his results from school. It is Third Grade. Aggregate 68. He is devastated! He goes home. Takes poison. Dies. His parents weep. His friends miss him. His head teacher … Continue reading

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I killed a man last night


It started like this. The Doc said I have a syndrome. When the syndrome comes, it sets my spine on fire, my intestines go into a pull and shrink mode, my mind forgets what it should remember and remembers what … Continue reading

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My midro income status


I was just minding my mouth eating a samosa when I saw them. I slowed down as I inched closer to the roundabout and the traffic lights turned red. The rest of the cars ground to a halt and they, … Continue reading

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Teach Me How To Loot


(Extract from a novel in progress) BY HARRIET ANENA  The mouth of Aswa River is full, its stomach rising and falling against panting waves. By its banks, an army of men, women and children stand in a line, their hearts … Continue reading

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Kampala, beloved


Omera, Kampala is a lover with bad breath Edible lips, Firm hands that know how to cup a face before a kiss Then He’ll breathe that thing Besigye hates into your eyes But… You’ll love the pearl of seven hills … Continue reading

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A dreamer’s guide on how to remain relevant on Facebook


Social media is like a marketplace, a slum, a village, a city, a lonely yet crowded street, or a queue of people screaming or whispering or, even begging to be read, seen, watched and listened to. My MA thesis that … Continue reading

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This tribal exam: I’m tired!


I don’t rant. It’s not in my nature to send my mouth on a verbal parade. I rant from within and… I sweat words through my hands onto the paper when I’m angry or happy. And today, I’ll rant, because … Continue reading

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