A Tale of Nation Building
Democracy in politics cannot hold without the improvement of the lives of the people…
My Big Sister
In many ways, Uganda is our pivot and anchor. We must all steady her, for in doing so, we steady ourselves.
A Short Story on the Making of Uganda
He was a soldier and a diplomat. As cunning as lethal. A puritan and a rogue. A reformer and a schemer. The calm in the chaos that was Uganda politics. And he would set the template for wielding power in Uganda.
Glass Houses and Yellow Sweaters
The wananchi positioned as fodder. If not on the battlefields, then in our streets and the places we call home, work, school or other, in this land we call Home.
Nanjobe and The Others
You swore you’d never forget what would’ve been her name—she had come into the world distressed and a few sips of air were enough for her not to continue.
A Quill Evolution
Some people are flexible and take on change with the eagerness of a hummingbird to a flower with nectar. They seem to bloom with change. Their not so fine features appear to be what makes them more endearing.
Green Apple trees in Tropical Climate
You wrote a book. It was much harder than expected. It was tears you never thought you’d shed. Pain you never thought you’d feel. Victory you feared you’d never taste.
Hey, How Are You?
Secret source number two was always the people around you, each with unique stories that were somehow interconnected by the same air we breathe.
Unfurling
Surprisingly most times that we write, silence is distracting. Every sound bursts into our “zone”, a curiosity, demanding an investigation.
The African Story Doesn’t Exist.
Undoubtedly the Africa of today is different from what the writers of yesterday imagined would emerge but an Africa nonetheless that the artist of the day must grapple with and reflect authentically in their works, at least their space in it.
We’re Afraid of Being Killed.
Even as daunting as the potential physical assault or death is there exist forms of dying daily that we are forced to live with as women and these gnaw at me.
How Literature Written By Africans Shapes Africa.
The language used, the lifestyle described, the characters created, the settings described all read as elements we could just walk out of our houses and into. We’re living this literature.