A home for my fiction & nonfiction.
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Depression Made Me
What did you know about depression when you were ten? I knew nothing. Heck, the word depression was not part of my vocabulary as a preteen. But at ten my sense of being was loneliness, fear — an outsider. It could be farfetched, me saying I was depressed at ten. Except I’ve been to that place as…
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AIN’T NO MAMA LIKE MY MAMA
Ain’t no mama like my mama. * She gave me life. She gave me an identity. She gave me hope. She watched over me. She believed in me. * Once upon a time, I hit rock bottom so hard I had no strength to get up. I was lost But she held me up. *…
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Ex Factor
Now don’t get me wrong, I love me a tasty piece of chicken. But not when Joe my ex is involved. So it wasn’t much of a surprise To my family and friends When I launched my plate, filled to the brim at Joe. Why would anyone in their right mind invite both of us…
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Glad I Know Him
Dear Jesus,I thank you for my lifeAnd the breath you give me daily.You are awesome and loving.No one is like you Lord.I thank you for the weather,The rain and sunshine you provide.King of kings,You watch over me when am sleeping and when am awake.Through all my journeys, you always lead the way.I glorify you Lord…
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I Fight for Carrots
It may have started with Jerome, my competitor’s son trying to steal my clients but it ended with my baby girl six inches in the ground. Looking at her freshly covered grave, I wonder what she would have wanted me to do. Cry myself to sleep or drive to Kampala for my court date? What…
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ON THE OUTSIDE: Story of an unconventional Misfit
I remember I was always on the outside. I could never quite place where I belonged. I was too pretty to hang with the nerds, too good to hang with the outlaws, too much of a tomboy to hang with the pretty girls, and too intelligent to hang with the invisibles. I was in my…
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Why Am Single
I would like to think that the reason why am single has nothing to do with my cynicism but that would be a big fat lie. The reasons why am single have everything to do with my cynicism. “Why are you so cynical?” that was the last question my ex-boyfriend asked me. “I am cynical…
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A Lone Star
What do you see when you look up at the stars? I see little twinkly lights. I fold my thumb and forefinger and look through like a telescope. Then I imagine myself holding a star, the brightest star. I wonder where they go when the sun comes up, I wonder where they come from when…
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The Lighter
Let shining stars shine bright. Let the little ones play. Let the dreamers dream. Let the writer write. Let the oppressed rise. * Be the peace the oppressed need. Be the love the broken need. Be the hope the hopeless need. Be the strength the weak need.
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THE PLASTIC COLLECTOR
I wake up at five thirty a.m to the sound of the Muezzin’s call for prayer. I am not Muslim… I am not religious at all. But my life is time-stamped with a schedule and for as long as I’ve lived in Kikoni, the morning call for prayer signals the beginning of my day. I…
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A Fire in the Mind of Eve Muyanja 