Do you remember your favorite book from childhood? Don’t think I had a favorite book in my childhood because growing up I didn’t care much for books and so mostly read whatever the adults wanted me to read. On second thought though, I mostly read the Boble because of the stories in it and possibly…
Geoffrey Oryema and my Love for Music
Day 6/22 of the Afroblogger Winter Blogging Challenge and I shares a personal story about my love for music and influence of my parents musical taste, my love for Geoffrey Oryema, and it serves as a tribute to the legend and his impact on Ugandan and Acoli culture.
3 Books that Have Stayed With Me
Daily Word prompt entry on the books that have had an impact on me
The Joy of Poetry:
I’ve felt uncontrollable joy listening to feelings woven neatly into words and rhyme,smiled as Francisco pauses and faces his audience before unpacking a monologue,Been amazed by the beauty that escapes from the lips of Huwa,loved every bit, admired the accuracy with which she draws her thoughts onto her lips,Been on the receiving end of the…
Apollo to Pen, Finding My Spark
In my first Winter Blogging Challenge entry in two years, its reflection into how I found inspiration to tell stories in the unlikeliest of places.
Hellos from the Past
What happens when you suddenly feel the urge to talk to people you used to know, do you face your fears and make that risky phone call?? is it worth the risk of reopening healed scars? or should we let the dead chill in peace?? well, my latest story describes the feeling and my own experience making that call. What would you do? let me know in the comments.
Stories for H: On the Uncle you never knew, Unsaid words, Loss and Regrets
You’ll lose people and sadly you have no control over loss, what you have control over however, is on how try not to leave beeadcrumbs in your relationships. At 6:00 am on the 1st of May 2022, I got a phone call from your grandpa telling me that your uncle Morris had been involved in…
03:55,That last kiss before we slept,Those Tears in your eyes,hurt and blood in mine,When I promised that we’d be fine,When we fought to keep it together,and I spewed together forevers,wishing that the night had been longer.that we’d slowed down time,That we weren’t mere mortals.When I started to miss you while you were in my arms,and…