Dark Taxi Tales

Yesterday, at about 8pm, on my way home from church (yes I did go to church yesterday. No it wasn’t Prophet Mbonye’s church. Those of us who don’t have money for offertory were told to pray in this late evening service. My dear pastor doesn’t want to listen to our stories of hard life and shit. So we were preached to by the deputy assistant pastor. I think this guy is an intern pastor – training or volunteering as he builds his own church. His preaching was all oba how!? We were just about 20 congregants, mostly youth and two or three old women who looked like widows searching for husbands. If anyone wants an old wife, come to my church. We got plenty.)

work..

We walk side by side Strangers linked by destiny Graduates of varied fields Paper in hand Searching for jobs Non existent work In shrinking economies With near hyper inflation We believe in destiny Trust our instincts Hope for the best Pray to God For silence in return Who will write down The stories of we…

That Little Street Kid

You would barely notice him That little street kid Strategically seated in that wide corner At the junction between Nkrumah and Nasser road He’d barely moved for over an hour Small hands outstretched in a begging stance That little street kid Sat staring stoically ahead The muscles in his neck bulging in concentration He was…

Brush Poems

I held a candid conversation with my t-brush today she had a few bones to pick with me I’d thought things were never better between us She begged to disagree with those fantasies and wild notions I wasn’t certain when our relationship had begun to fail She seemed to know the exact date and time…

Graduate Studies

I have been looking for the perfect university at which I could study for a sponsored Master’s degree in Water Resources Engineering…and I thought I had found one…   ..and then…   ..50 dollars…this translates to about Uganda shillings. 190,000/= (one hundred ninety thousand shillings only). Just when it looked like I would finally get…

Swimming at Her Own Risk

As if swimming were not scary enough, she ventures off to the river for an open water bungee jumping experience. All by her lonesome. She and her friends coined this part of their lives, “Lonely Fear.” It was where they went when they didn’t feel like being social or seen. She walked in on a…

13:23 to 13:38

13:23 to 13:38 She prefers numbers to words. The numbers maintain their meaning whether she says them or someone tells them to her.  She’s sitting outside this afternoon, warming in the sun, thawed out for the first time today. The sofa faces the garden downhill and she sifts through the chores in her mind, the…

Coffee and a Timer.

The same wind that scattered the leaves outside accompanied by the sounds of a passing train fills the room accented by the crisp morning air. The vibrant aroma of a fresh cup of coffee seemed to have extricated itself from the thick, cream coating over the surface, penetrating deep into his nose and watering his…