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THE DAB OF A LIFETIME

In one of those high school days when we had sneaked out, I sat quietly at the counter, my lofty legs dangling towards the neatly tiled floor of the night club. It was happy hour, in the midst of the frenzy, music blaring, the girls screaming and dancing wildly, the haves and have nots, both whining their bottoms,wiggling their waists plunging into their own sexiness; the overwhelmed men...

In My Wildest Dreams …

I am laying down here on my bed Thinking about you Like I always do. Trying to catch some sleep But these fantasies of you Keep creeping into my dreams Am imagining how great it would be If I gave myself to you. I pledge to honour every single command In this vast sea of wanton reckless desires I can feel your breath on my neck When you kiss me Your body pressed into mine It is difficult to...

At Last!

My soul is bleeding My heart is aching My life is trying I had a talk with myself And it got me thinking Am I on a ship that is sinking Or am I simply dreaming People keep complaining The questions continue to flow...

WHY ARE THERE FEW MUSLIMS IN MUSEVENI’S GOVERNMENT? ANALYSING SHEIKH MUZATA’S APPEAL FOR MORE MUSLIM MINISTERS

In many of his addresses, the self-proclaimed “lion of the Ummah”, Sheikh Nuh Muzaata has made it a point to hit at the Museveni government over the lack of Muslim representation in the cabinet. At a graduation party in January that I attended, he stated that Muslims in Uganda have past the level of ignorance that was so much attributed to them in the past; and he believed that now we were ready...

She found herself alone with a dream!

Nothing prepared her for this thoughts.. wishes… dreams.. none of that or anything. all she thought she knew, was about to come into reality. his gaze burnt right into her skin… her senses so heightened like a wolf on the full moon In the reflection of his eyes, was a little girl creeping out of her grown body. Emotions so intense, she could feel them growling out to her unwanted...

OPEN LETTER TO MY DEAR IN LAWS

I greet you honourable elders in the name of our ancestors. I hope all is well. I received your letter rejecting my request to let me visit you officially seeking your daughter’s hand in marriage. I received it with great reservation and utter dismay for the lack of a better word. I find your reasons avarice, unjust and unfortunate. Quite rightly so, my family has nothing much to our name...

African Child

African child Came with no wrapping Into a sea Of misconceptions And misunderstanding Yet so happy and glowing Clothed in nothing But her strength Speaks in depth and walks in power With wounds all over her heart You can not bare half of what she has dealt with With scars all over her body Oppressed. Depressed She will bring forth the blessings she has ever desired She is so brave yet naive She...

Why Vultures Laugh

We have dipped Half-fired pots In the well of independence Like vultures sinking Long beaks in the soft parts At least the vultures harvest Chunks of stinking slippery flesh Which sail gently Down welcoming throats But we have stayed by the well Soaked in frustration Our arms heavy stumps Our hearts shrivelled nuts As the water defies ur pots Little winder then The vultures laugh at us...

Dreams of Freedom

“Freedom”
My voice husky and pale
My fists fletched and raised
My legs battered and weak.
I cry for
“Freedom”
The sky’s dark
Dry. Sad
Loud, mourning my youth
In a thunderous yet scared voice
It screams
“Freedom”
I hear it
The rhythm of my heartbeat,
Shattered in pain
But filled with resilience
“Our power!”
“People power!”
“Freedom!”

Why testing her will not work out for you

Testing a person is not an appropriate way to really know them. This is because you have just met and everyone has to be his/her best person to impress the other not what the other person expects. Different reasons make different people fall in love; you will not act poor, uneducated, shabby just because your testing a woman’s real love; telling her insulting words all in the name of...

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