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Turn to your creator

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Ensconced in distress,disquiet and disillusion,? Turn to your creator. Wallowing in excruciating pain,terminal illness crushing your bones,ripping your tissues? Turn to your creator. Heavily indebted, creditors breathing on your neck. Barrenness, rejection and loneliness? Turn to your creator Biting poverty, going through the furnace of affliction, Living in shame, filth and squalor. Turn to your...

FATHER IN HEAVEN

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A lie to my daughter I have always had many things to say, but not this time I have had answers to all her questions, but today I didn’t I stood numb in front of my daughter, doing as much as I could to avoid her sight Her question echoing through every fabric of my soul And so I walked away from her without a word Resigning to my room in utter destitute First my lips fail me, now my eyes...

A tribute to the single mothers

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To the voice of the unheard, the single mothers! I salute you all I haven’t come across anything harder than being forced into the role of mother and father all at once.Because some man decided not to bother at allOr maybe because she was naive enough to believe his liesUnfortunately most of which were just raped by the heartless menAnd sadly some lost their dear husbands due to...

MY VALENTINE

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And there it was, the long-awaited D-Day; the Valentines day. The serene day of love and affection; bliss and bloom; make and break. A romantic amalgam of expectation and anxiety hovered in the air with distinction. Spontaneously, I had chosen to have the date at a fancy hotel next to our swanky neighborhood. Everything was set; the dinner tables neat and cut-clean. The candles flickering to give...

THE DAB OF A LIFETIME

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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...

African Child

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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...

The good men still exist. Here is how you can find them

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Today, let us talk about the real man. In case you have invested a lot of time, effort and investment in relationships but you have still failed to feel loved then this is your place. You probably have tried out different men but after all the disappointments and heartaches you have convinced yourself that all me are the same. My dear, read this carefully:. Yes there are no perfect men but good...

All she needs is a protector, not a tormentor

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She curls into one feeble pile and crawls excruciatingly onto the rugged floor. She helplessly inhales the heavy dusty air. The cold blood oozing from her frail body rills through the tattered doorway. “Help! Help! Help me please!”, she wails for rescue. Her chocking voice goes mute with grace. Her silence is loud. She is a woman, the mother of your children; a mother to this dear...

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 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...

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