In my previous article, I wrote about family away from family. The people we meet along the way, who go on to grow close to us. Almost as close as family. They are as close as friends, yet in so many ways, they are more than friends. In this article, I would like to suggest … More Family Away From Family, Do We Need Them?
I have been thinking about my family a lot lately. A twinge of pain feels my heart every time. Sometimes, I manage a few tears because am not able to see them and do family things as often as I would like. The occasional visits, exchange of letters, gifts and calls are sweet but I … More Family away from Family
I am privileged to have been raised by a wonderful stepmother (I call her mama), to who I owe what I am and everything I hope to be. Our relationship started one evening when I was six years old. Mama came home from work and found a little strange girl playing with her seven-year old daughter. She later learnt that … More In Honour of Stepmothers
It is 28th February 2017. I rise at 03:00 am and hastily prepare to go to the airport. At 4:00 am, I bid my love good-bye. I ask him to look after himself well and keep up with our diet. See, we are trying out a reduced carbohydrates diet. Later that evening, I am in … More Of Joblessness, Optimism and a Second Honeymoon
Image Credit: Xavier Sotomayor My womb aches Sometimes it aches more Sometimes it aches less My womb aches. I did all things right; Went to university, Met and married a good man Then I was ready to bear fruit My womb aches. Then I was ready to bear fruit Found a good job … More Aching Womb
There we were, peering into the darkness. Watching, waiting for Charlie to come home. This was one grey, rainy evening of 1996. A regular rainy season evening nonetheless, except it was nearly 8:00 pm- two hours after Charlie’s usual time to return home. Back then, my family reared chickens, goats and turkeys. The birds and … More Charlie, Our Cockrel!
Image credit: Lucy Oribi It is a beautiful sunny February afternoon in Palenga, a trading centre about 13 kms from Gulu town on the Kampala-Gulu highway, in Northern Uganda. The place I call home, my village home. It is scotching hot. The splendid afternoon quiet is broken only by the sweet singing of birds and rustling … More Housekeeping, Sex and more from my over 75 Year Old Grandma