Someone asked me if I am still writing. This someone had reached out on Facebook Messenger – I had not logged into FB for a very long time. One can say I have not been as in-depth with FB since Museveni blocked the internet in Kampala during the 2020 elections – COVID time. Once the […]
I hesitated, not wishing to call it out. My cards splayed out on the table, the dealer looking at me expectantly …and you? Your cards are held close to your chest and I cannot tell what floats in your eyes, and the dealer perhaps knows, but His face remains neutral. You steal glances at me, […]
I attended my very first creative workshop this weekend. It was a full day affair punctuated by great snacks and food; my own personal measure of event worth. I met 6 ladies and a gent who were charming, endearing, sensitive, funny, poignant, honest, quiet, exuberant and all things writers can be. Our master of ceremony, […]
This September, I vow to write something every day for the 30 days in the month. I don’t have a specific reason for picking September except it is the next new month. And I am raring to go. Thanks to the friends joining me in this quest to spark creativity! #30DaysWIS (WIS = Writing […]
It was an amazing feeling, she thought, as she sidestepped stones jutting out from the freshly machine-pressed dirt road. It had been an exceptionally difficult journey but she was finally at a point where she could release her breath and just breathe. Nobody had warned her that it was going to be such a challenge. […]
The winds of change are blowing, and the sands of time scatter in hesitant and muted response. Jumbled emotions arise and uncertainty marks each step forward and back as decisions pondered, home-bases considered and discarded ideas rejuvenated. Changes are two sides of one coin, one welcomes it or despises it but, like a coin, must […]
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Stress Less and Live Free
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Love, Loss, and Life's Adventures
The heart harries the mind to tarry; only dead fish go with the flow
The dream is free; the hustle is sold separately
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