Life is intuition woven on fickleness.
Everyone has had depression being mentioned, nobody or very few truly understand what it truly is. Unless you have been afflicted, there is no telling how you’ll handle it. I think depression makes one a fly inside a bottle that is itching to be free. We know how this might end; the fly can either… Continue reading Walking as a form of therapy.
Why do the South Sudan elites need war? Why are they continually propping a venture that only leaves death, destitution and suffering in its wake? I am opposed to war. It is a waste of lives and by extension resources. The answers are in their bank accounts. During war, money flows. If peace were to… Continue reading War is Money:Thoughts on John Allan Namu’s The Profiteers.
In light of MP Robert Kyagulanyi's, popularly known as Bobi Wine, arrest and treason charges by the government of Yoweri Museveni of Uganda, it's important to channel our efforts towards the his freedom and the ultimate liberation of the people of Uganda.Language plays such an integral role in this struggle. I once wrote a poem… Continue reading breaking to dance
Death cannot find me the real physical death- of the noose, of the razor cut on the wrist of the poison in the juice I have tears, the bubbles can be enough shield even if the sheets are wetted and the eyes become somber I know alcohol, vodka wins for me always. Enough… Continue reading tears, bottles and words
As it is, to all who’ve managed to watch Game of Thrones season six premiere episode, The Red Woman, it is packaged with an avalanche of how exactly the series will wind up. This is with the hindsight that there are probably two more seasons on the trot. Another interesting thing about season six is… Continue reading Game of Thrones and why Jon Snow is coming back!
You live to know grief, when it rests its head on an anvil and however hard you try to crash it, the mallet bounces back. It all works up on your despair. It's that feeling of a scoop planted in your heart then forced out. You're left with a gaping hole that you have to… Continue reading Not an inch wiser.
My mother still wonders why We talk for long hours over the phone And meet over dinner And yet Awila, The neighbor’s daughter Fetches her water Amina, you are a watershed If you are not then your love is I find it hard to delineate between the two My temple dances then bends down for… Continue reading Amina.
I want us to go to a place, somewhere you pass by daily in your wake through life. There, we will witness the winds bed there ambience (not that I haven't been there before), I'd want to savour how your nose glitters in the solace of breezes. And below the same trees, let us spread… Continue reading Lust of hearts.
There is a huge roll of diapers in our cell- Ayienga, plans to make a kite out of them. From the edges of his blankets, He has been drawing off strings for his work. There is paint packeted under his mattress And he is going to squeeze his kite through the ventilation windows. I am… Continue reading Kites from diapers.
Today I danced with a lady. I have danced before, On the edges of life with the smithereens of my soul, And I have danced just for joygasm it gushes out. Yet the dances have been for me. As I have danced to the yearnings of my loins And to the tingle of my nerves.… Continue reading Today, I danced with a lady.
