This is a hostage situation, Mable’s blog is being held hostage! Call 911….wait that doesn’t work in this here Uganda, call 999! Seriously though, today, on this final day of blog week, I have the privilege of hosting one of the brightest minds I have the pleasure of knowing, a person who also happens to be one of my closest friends. Nga I begged and cried and threw tantrums (OK this is a bit of an exaggeration) for him to putĀ something to paper and finally, finally he did…and its a promise, a contract of sorts, for him to write …
An interview with the Grim Reaper
He’s been called many names over the centuries; the grim reaper, walumbe, Angel of death, Hades and so many more and today He/she/it chose to sit down with me for an interview…….ME!!! Like whaaaaaaaaat! Ignore my squeaky voice, shaking voice and the very suspect wet patch on my jeans. Here goes nothing…
Sweet Nothings
I take your hand. You look away, I’m almost sure, you don’t want to be here. But I want to be here and I know I’ll maybe pay for this later on. You turn to me and kiss my cheek, and whisper how you love me. I try to not to smile, but I can’t help it. Damn you and your charm. My friends look on, I can see how jealous they are and for a moment I enjoy their envy. The song “mbakubye equalizer” plays in my head. And indeed, I have, I’m so gleeful. I remember everything they …
Book Review: Eyo
Okay, so I’ve never actually reviewed a book. So this, right here, is my first time doing it. I’m sure its going to be awkward as hell, probably painful and definitely uncomfortable. But you know what they say, you never forget your first *insert winky emoji* Anyhoo here goes nothing:
#UgBlogWeek Day 1: Short Story Writing Competition III
Hello Blog-o-sphere So, its been a minute, well a whole lot longer than a minute and I have been, not writing doing so many things.Here now is a story I wrote for the third edition of the Short Story Writing Competition organized by a Facebook group called The Gathering which sounds like a cult now that I think about it. This gem came in 7th.
The Take-Over
Today, my blog has been taken over by the incomparable, awesome, and amazing Gloria (Pnky) Nakyejwe. I have known her for like a decade now (mehn, we are old) and let me tell you, she is one smart lady. Like really…. She’s an architect, an artist, baker extraordinaire, and CEO of not one but two businesses! Seriously how awesome is she!?
DAY 6: THE TRUMP.I.NESS OF HIGH SCHOOL ELECTIONS
Donald Trump is running for the highest office in the most ….. super (?)Ā country on earth. Donald Trump used to be a TeeVee star where he popularised the three words, or two depending on the primary school you went to, that every employee dreads or welcomes, also depending on who your boss – ahem: former boss- is…was(?). Donald Trump has also been called:Ā the cinnamon Nazi, an over ripe orange, the guy with the best hair style (I do hope sarcastically intended), the Bringer Ofthemuch Feared….and honestly anticipated…. Apocalypse and Donald DrumpfĀ (by THE QuintessentialĀ John Oliver).
#Ugblogweek: School things and Self Esteem
Did School make me better? The answer to the above question is……….. I have no freaking idea. I loved and loathed school in equal measure. Loved because it brought me closer to my one and only love: books…..and I am a bit of a nerd. Well not just a bit, a whole lot. I am not ashamed to say that I was teacher’s pet. However I was not one of those kids that looked forward to assignments, homework, tests and stuff…those kids are crazy. I just loved learning for learning’s sake. Still do.
Insomnia Things
inĀ·somĀ·niĀ·a inĖsƤmnÄÉ noun habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep. synonyms: sleeplessness, wakefulness, restlessness, inability to sleep “I’ve tried every wild remedy for insomnia, including cinnamon baths and standing on my head”
Freedom to Express…..Dumb Thoughts
So this week’s theme is Freedom of expression. And I, in my capacity as the owner of the mattress I’m currently seated* on, have decided that its my week to express a lot of things that I have kept inside for long. (Side note: why on earth is it seated and not sitted?)