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When Your Baby Boy Goes Missing

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The morning was not any different at our home, in the hills of Nateete. The place is a panorama of rolling hills, gentle valleys, a few drying water streams. The roads that meander round through the meadows punctuate the beautiful landscape dotted little houses or baby houses as Kibubu, our house-help’s kid calls them. Our mysterious aunt, Zubedah, had arrived the day before amidst...

The Sweet Desires Of Forbidden Love

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It is universally known that decency and guilt are qualities wield by hearts of men with a modicum of faith. I am a vast reader but then perhaps I should account for my sleazy appearances with his wife. For whatever that doesn’t seem real to me, I task my soul testify that at its prime, I never paid attention or never was I ever interested. She looked gratified by my company or perhaps we...

She died for a love that never was

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Conventionally, every human is capable of even the worst of behavior; with or without recent experience of it. It’s almost like a natural inclination to vice and animosity. One that of course cannot be corrected even with a proper education. All that has to happen is them to be pushed hard enough to break. I stared at her, being consumed by the cold. Her fingers in one hand clenched and in...

The Life without a father

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In African society it is always presumed that any child growing up needs both a father and mother figure in their lives, and to this everyone agrees.  This same theory and assumption desperately kept many women in their marriages even if they seemed like they were sitting on sharp 9-inch nails. In Buganda, It was common to ask, “abaana bange bakuletedde nga tebalina kitabwe?” A...

How a girl became the beautiful stranger to love

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She met a guy she didn’t know. “You are beautiful”, he said to her. His eyes were quite big for a man. His lips too. He spoke with a slight stammer, as if fidgeting for breath. “There is so much power in  words. Just three of them accompanied with a sexy smirk and we are done!”, she thought to herself. She only managed to smile back in response. He smiled back too as he blushed...

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...

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...

Witness to a beautiful love crime

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The night creatures gave life to the night, it all sounded familiar with stale rhythmic tones; those creepy sounds! The darkness overlapping the shadows. I stared far to the end where the men had no recourse but sought satisfaction in the darkest solitude of the room. My eyes caught a man, troubled, drenched in the void writ large on his entire visage and ragged countenance. A man of such ilk...

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