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


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


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


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


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


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...

Does God really have a reason?


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...

How a beautiful morning got ruined in a strange way


I have realized this morning how brittle our lives can be. In a very strange and bizarre way, I have seen that life is indeed a wave of chaos which we might never fully contemplate its inner fabric. It was a beautiful morning that promised a bright colorful day, full of hope and remnants of yesterday’s joy. The rain was on temporary leave but we were all sure it will return sooner rather...

Religion in the way of love


I am not sure about being in love with a non Muslim guy, but i can talk about loving one. As a young Muslim girl I can positively say that it is the hardest thing ever. The non Muslims understand absolutely nothing about our culture, religion and mindset. It is hard because they will always have terrible misconceptions of us (Muslims) being submissive judgmental and extremists. It is also hard...

7 billions, how much do you need?


7,608,238,040. That’s how many we are here. Think of that number when they show you the rear. With 7 billion souls available why would you shade a tear. Yes I know true love is rare. But why live in fear? Problem is that you cropped out the entire – world, created for yourself a dark limited facade. Just outside the door lies another friend for your retreating heart. I see your face sad...

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