BLOGS

IN RESPONSE TO THE POEM WRITTEN ON THE MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE

I am a dirty lover Drag me through the mud  And lick me clean. Scorch me with your love till all that’s left is an echo of a girl who drowned Cleared of all names Shining and new. Thrust me up  That you may see the stars in me. Open your skin and let me…

Permanence

The breakup of a friendship for me feels something like a potato peel to the heart. You’re left astounded about how certain you were of its permanence just yesterday. But I think the unveiled truth of adulthood is that change is certain, both a comforting and completely frightening concept. 2021 forced me to once again face this idea of permanence, to be grateful for the beautiful experience…

Bursting

I’m… what do they call it? Crawling up the walls? I think I have cabin fever, for my life. I can hardly stand the constraints of my own skin for much longer. I want to stretch it and tear it till I’m free. Till I can gulp down air And I can feel the rain …

58th Independence Day

It was the 58th anniversary of Uganda’s Independence recently and naturally, I was reflecting on what that means for me and for Uganda. I was trying to figure out how I could celebrate as someone in the diaspora both in a meaningful and in a fun way, (because 2020 will not come and kill me).…

Picnics and Gratefulness

As the food preparations for our little picnic were under-go, I scoured YouTube hoping to find the perfect upbeat playlist to mark the occasion, while I moaned about how ridiculous it was that there wasn’t a Spotify app on the TV. Around me, the warm air blew in the smell of the sun as one…


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