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What if everybody looked exactly the same

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Many of us that have had a chance to live with extremely identical twins must be appreciating the power of identity and the ability to identify someone easily. This never comes easily when living with such unique creations of Allah. In 2006 and thereafter, I had a chance to share a class with a pair of identical twins. Identical in the true meaning of the word; skin color, accent, head shape...

The Love Of A Mother Is Indeed Priceless

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It’s a bright Sunday morning and I am in church to worship my creator. I have no idea whats going on, I see kids fumbling to get small presents being given out at the alter. All the women have been requested to keep standing until they receive a gift from the random Sunday school kids. Then it dawns on me suddenly that it is actually mothers day. I get carried away with emotions when I see...

He is Al Musswawir; the source of fashion

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We have all known renowned designers D$G, CK,  Kardashian, Victoria Beckham which is on an international level. On the Ugandan scene, we also have some fashion gurus like the late Keturah Kamugasa, Ahumuza Brian of A Bryans,  Minisipha Muslimah for the ladies. We still go ahead to have the fashion awards,  music awards, and all that red carpet appearance where we expect everyone to put their art...

One of the best functions of its era

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And there we were, neatly clad in our traditional tunics and gomasi, embarking on our itinerary off to Kawempe. The longed day of merry-make , fun, flare, color and pomp had finally arrived. Our very own Sharif Kiberu was finally going to explore the un-chattered waters of marriage. A life step never for the faint-hearted. Shakes, like he likes to be called, was at it again; leaping over bounds...

The pain of misplaced hearts

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There I was, standing in front of a mirror, struggling to pay attention to the detail of own reflection. At this moment I was so vulnerable and kind of a stranger to my self.  The background music wasn’t anything more than the water rapidly gushing out of the tap and hitting the floor of the sink wildly and unceasingly. My heart beat was of very strong thuds against the walls of my ribs...

The literal pain of growing up

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Here I was numb, bones broken, soul void of life, body crushing hard to the cold floor. I curled my self into one feeble pile of emotional rock bottom, I had to feel something for the emptiness in me plunged dangerously; looming through my mind. I loved the uncouth cold, the dusty ground, as I weakly breathed in the heavy dusty air that pierced through my nostrils and riled the temples of my...

The Plight Of an Urban Poor

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The Plight Of an Urban Poor Time check, it’s 4 am. Because of the morning drizzles, he hasn’t left to escape the wrath of the beast. The unforgiving mosquitoes, rain drops through the holes aloof, and the loud moans from the neighbor next door made the night go unnoticed. The land lady has unsuccessfully been hounding him for a week now. She has just arrived, on  the usual time so he...

Teach me how to love you from a distance

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“Teach me how to love you from the sides” Teach me how to love you from a distance That when I see you, with all that I feel, I will just smile in my heart even when my heart longs to be you. And that it will be comfortable with in, loving you Teach me how to love silently That when my heart feels burdened and everything wants to come out through the mouth, I shall keep it in the...

Does God really have a reason?

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I honestly think God is kidding me at times. Like how on earth does He create all this enjoyment and tell me not to go? And funny enough, I still not go. Maybe I’m naive. I am naive because I have to put up with waking up a girl leaving for a bar in the middle of a cold night; with an Uber that was paid by the guy who recently bought her iPhoneX! I am naive because I do not relate when she...

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