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Turn to your creator

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

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

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

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...

HOW I MET MY FIRST CUT

And there we were, attending that high school seminar at a top school back then. l knew it was long overdue so l needed to finally have a girlfriend for myself. l had turned 18, my loins beginning to get the better of me; my longing heart having fed enough on the denial. My mind always projecting into the fantasies of a would-be relationship; I now wanted to feel it; to experience the...

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...

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