This is just an ordinary Tuesday morning. Nothing, absolutely nothing significant takes place. Perhaps the…
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Short Stories
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It is still hard for me to write this but I suppose one has to.…
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It is a small thing, to learn a language. Hard for some, easier for some.…
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We met way back, in 1996 or 1997, somewhere around the New Vision offices. I…
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When they give birth to you in a wrong place. I was supposed to be…
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It was one of those days when the road feels good under your tyres and…
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Here comes cruelty. And I beg all advertising wives in Uganda to forgive me right…
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It happened, I suspect, on 8th July this year. I was thinking about her lately…
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My mother named me. In protest. My mother was a charcoal-seller. When she met my…
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This is a shit life. I’m standing in the water, knee-deep, my trouser is wet…
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