The Tap Root: Before I Called It Love
By Babirye Aidah Charlene Twenty years. The number sounds enormous when spoken aloud. I never say it aloud. Not because I am ashamed of it, but because numbers have a…
By Babirye Aidah Charlene Twenty years. The number sounds enormous when spoken aloud. I never say it aloud. Not because I am ashamed of it, but because numbers have a…
By Kamali Godwin They call herThe Pearl of Africa.Land of green hills,Golden sun,And children who laugh barefoot in the rain.But tell me—How can a pearl shineWhen its people sleep hungryOutside…
By Patricia Kihunde We are living in unprecedented times. More than ever before, we have access to an endless amount of information from all over the world about places and…
Butterflies do swarmAround love’s new river bank, And joy overflows. Roses in the rain, Dance to a beat like lovers Whose hearts are in sync. Bees buzz in…
In 2006, Kamwokya was on fire. The elections were raging, a veritable inferno in the bellies of disaffected voters. At the time, Kamwokya was so yellow you would think it…