Should I talk to you?

It is a beautiful World we live in. If someone says something I disagree with, I can change the channel, look for a different website, unsubscribe from a newsletter, leave a Facebook or WhatsApp group, or even set the place on fire. I have options. Someone told me that I’m thin skinned and needed to... Continue Reading →


Sourcing Great African Literature

African Literature. Sigh. People don't want to be called African authors, Africans shun African authors, Africans fight other Africans about what African literature is and should be. It is a complicated space to occupy, especially because those of us who write stories know what the publishing World desires from the African continent. But they cater... Continue Reading →

Micro 0331:

Once upon a time a woman gave birth to a son, the first seed of her womb. When he was placed upon her breast, tiny and wrinkled, the weight of her hopes and dreams descended upon him. The crooning of family and friends who laid eyes upon him bolstered her hopes and she built formidable... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

Micro 0122: Silence

It is silent here. Not 'absence of noise' silence. I can hear the Movement, slow and unchanging. I can hear crying. Someone is wailing. And yet it is silent, like laying still under dead earth where you cannot hear the sound of birds or the voices of family that just threw dirt over your body.... 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 →

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