He said I lost all my marbles I started to cry, Really weep As I remembered the marbles I owned as a tot. I wondered how he knew Perhaps he was a clairvoyant. No, he definitely was a psychic Oh, but those marbles Red, white, blue and yellow, they were. Their colours reminded me of …
My Rose
Dear Rose I won’t ask how you are doing, I mean, I really don’t need to. It’s been what, 15 years, since we last spoke? Back then, with all the hope and naivety that comes with being young, I thought the world wouldn’t let me down. Though I guess it had let me down long …
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He won’t let me leave
Maybe I shouldn’t, maybe I should. I know I must and yet I mustn’t For my own sanity, for my own sake. I know I must, but then I won’t? A step forward, no more behind. Maybe he’ll come for me. When I finally get the courage to leave his house. Do I want that? …
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Day 4: Defeat Vs Hope
This is a story I wrote for a short story writing competition on Facebook. I came in second! Don’t ask me how, I’m still not sure myself. But here it is:
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2016
This is my mantra for 2016… I’m part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have the Holy Spirit power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made- I’m a disciple of his.
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Sarah*
This week, I wasn’t feeling well and I decided to go seek help at a local clinic. I found the nurse occupied with a young girl of about fourteen. Unfortunately or fortunately, whichever way you look at it, this particular clinic doesn’t have a ‘doctor’s room’. I swear i did not mean to eavesdrop but …
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NANKYA
She was from a poor family. They lived in a two-roomed house in Bwaise that would flood whenever the rains came. Her mother could barely afford rent, let alone fees. But she was determined that her children would go to school. She was determined that her children would not end up like her. So she …
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PATRICK
On days that seem to go on and on, I cannot imagine sweating over a charcoal stove trying to cook supper, when I finally get back home. I usually just go to my rolex* guy at the roadside and supper is set. Yesterday was such a day. So in the evening I just trudged to the …
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AKELLO
First Term: March This is not it. This cannot be it. It’s not what is written in all those novels. The Mills and boon and all those other novels with the half-naked couples on them. Am I not supposed to be tingling all over? Or as the books say, ‘….in places that she didn’t even …
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Day Five: Someone please help me find a fitting tittle for this Story
Continued from day three SANDRA Sandra sat on the ground listlessly staring as the paramedics lifted Kenneth’s body from the ground onto the gurney. She didn’t feel the rain as it started to fall. Her bridesmaids tried to pry her from the ground. But she didn’t put in any effort. She started to cry when …
