African Literature on Facebook

A few weeks ago a dear friend asked me if I could help admin a page on Facebook.It has taken over my life! I LOVE IT.Our little family has grown by leaps and bounds, and the people who have joined and are actively participating in discussions surprise me with their passion every day.Africans have long... Continue Reading →

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When it is good to be a woman

The past few days have been almost whirlwind like. Finally, one of my projects is complete and I'm proud to share it with anyone who thinks things like these are totally cool. In doing the research I needed to compile my super duper list of African authors, I came across the story of an Algerian... Continue Reading →

Unpacking my Afrocentricity

I was born and raised in Uganda. A few years in the middle were spent in Canada. I came to consciousness in Uganda, first fell in love there, bones were nourished there... I consider myself Ugandan even though I do not live there right now. I'm not sure how else to exist. My identity is... Continue Reading →

Old Poetry

Because I'm feeling it today. For Your Love I see you, Dark Chocolate Swinging your hips to the throom throom of this foreign music Your skirt so short, my imagination is unnecessary Your titties jiggling in your dress like the many eyes trying to keep up with them. Know that I love you, no matter... Continue Reading →

Micro 0119: Welcome

Welcome. Your mother told you not to join a gang. But here you are, foolish rebel. You have romanticized this moment but it is not going to turn out the way you think. You need to stop watching movies. There is no information in there that will tell you the truth. We live hard lives,... Continue Reading →

Thankful to all my subscribers

The African Literature Magazine on Flipboard has gone from strength to strength. What a journey! Thank you for being a part of the journey in 2014 and for continuing strong into 2015. With 15,491 subscribers catching up on stories coming out of Africa, it is easy to forget where we started. With humble beginnings in... Continue Reading →

Micro 0112: Through the Yellow Door

The hallway was empty. The clean floor, polished by years of moping rags and stomping feet, reflected the cool, crisp early morning light through the glass door that marked its end. The brightly coloured doors that separated adjoining rooms from the hallway entombed the sleeping girls, who floated on the last vestiges of their dreams.... Continue Reading →

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