Category: Finish Line
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DO NOT DISTURB
“Aaah aah, Muleke Winnie! Winnie alikuwandika katabo.” Which is Lusoga for, “Leave Winnie alone! Winnie is writing a book.” That’s my dad’s tough voice this morning severally reminding the gang of little holiday makers to stay out of my room. I would have locked my door to spare him repeating the same statement over and…
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Day 30+1: Grand Finale
In the past 30 days, my blog has changed into one of my most visited virtual spaces. On my phone, WordPress is now in my top five favorite apps, thanks to the past 30 days and the month June. In the past 30 days, this site has become my go to place for both critical…
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Something I Miss
I miss how our entire family used to gather around the television to watch songs in languages we didn’t understand. Our dad’s music became our music for he was the DJ. Ever returning home with video tapes of his favorite songs. We watched alot of Lingala music, Oliver N’goma, Brenda Fassie, Yvonne Chaka Chaka and…
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Are they?
Many a man does not have a girlfriend, yet a girlfriend has him Mokokoma Mokhonoana “Many a woman does not have a boyfriend, yet a boyfriend has her.” Allow me twist Mokokoma’s saying abit for I believe it’s the case for a great percentage of opposite gender best friend relationships. In many such bestie relationships…
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Chopped
I love Food Network’s Chopped because it’s both nostalgic and educative. It takes me back to our food production practical examinations. Those exams would start with us running around the demonstration kitchen after we were told to “START”, then the clock would start ticking. They would still end with last minute runnings and a frenzy…
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The Good News
I had many ideas for my last entry in my first Winter Afrobroggers Blogging Challenge. In as much as it would be wonderful to talk about the fun we have had, the friends we have made, the lessons we have learnt and the tribe we have found, I saw it fit to talk about the…