By Atuhwera Daphine
The rain always found the weak parts of Kampala first. It slipped through broken roofs in Katwe flooded narrow trenches in Bwaise, and turned the streets of Kisenyi into rivers of mud that swallowed gumboots whole. By morning, the city looked washed and exhausted, as if it too had spent the night begging God for another chance. That was where Evelyn Nabukkela grew up. On the filthy streets of Kampala.
Her mother roasted maize during the day and assisted her tears at funerals for money when business was so bad. Some nights they slept in church corridors. Other nights under market stalls that smelled of rotten tomatoes and dust. Evelyn learned very early that poverty was not just hunger. It was humiliation. It was watching people look through you as if you were smoke.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Atuhwera Daphine, a Ugandan writer and journalism student with a strong interest in literary fiction and creative writing. I am submitting my work for consideration in Fasihi Magazine.
Attached to this email are:
- My 1000-word submission
- A brief author bio
- Two high-resolution photographs
I have written several original fiction works, including THE MEN I KILLED, I WRITE MY FATE, and Wild on the Inside. My writing focuses on identity, emotional survival, power, trauma, and human relationships through character-driven storytelling.
