Her veins popping out of her shiny dark brown forehead like tap roots, I watched her with building annoyance as she handed me her equally dark brown drooly baby. I hate it when people do this, hand me their children in a taxi because I do not have excess baggage.
The first time I went to Owino Market, I went with my best friend. We had both just joined university, and the pressure to “appear” fashionable while there was so high that we needed to revamp our wardrobe. We had heard that they open new stock at dawn, so we
It was the very first time I had ever really stayed out late. It was around 3 am, after my friend’s after party following his Kwanjula; a traditional wedding. That said, we turned up at Gurvnor; Kampala’s premier night spot in gomesis and Kanzus; our traditional attire. After dancing to
Ha! Now that I have your attention, let me tell you a story. Growing up, I was always on the skinny side. Even when my classmates started to fill out their uniforms during puberty, my body insisted on being a bag of bones consistently until I was done with school
It’s not every weekend that something hot happens in the heart of our city Kampala and costs only five thousand shillings! Why are events so expensive these days? In this economy?
Over the weekend, the Break Fast Jam finals took place at YMCA, Wandegeya. Every time I had to tell someone