Category: The Flame
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Dear WinterABC2023 Wordsmith…
It’s 11:52PM, the second day of the WinterABC2023. My lights are off and I am tucked in bed. Sleep has eluded me, so I reach for my phone to write you this letter. From the bottom my heart to yours, enjoy! My Dear WinterABC2023 wordsmith, How are you doing? Are you enjoying the storytelling festival?…
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Platter Service
Seated in a grand restaurant. Laughing with family and friends. Food orders already taken way before your arrival for you made a reservation. Elegantly apparelled waitrons approach you, with well polished shinning platters stuffed with your desired delicacies. Smiles pasted on their faces. You cannot help but broaden the smiles on your already merry faces!…
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He Maintains our Lot
‘Tulikuja Obutaila.’ A saying in the Lusoga Language from my Ordinary Level Secondary School to mean we are leaving never to return. Every year girls in their Senior Four, winding up with national examinations, vowed that they were never returning for the two years of Advanced Level Learning. They were tired of the same school…
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Dearly Loved
A bundle of joy in his hands. Him gazing ever so tenderly at her. Surrounded by relatives on either sides. And a photograph, The first photograph… Of my father and I was taken. A memory was made to be shared, To be later on shared with me… That my father’s love, His love for me…
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This My Voice
This my hand. This my eager hand was always up During English lessons. Ready to read out loud stories to my classmates. This my voice. This my expressive voice read out loud novels, plays and poetry during literature classes. Oliver Twist, Robinson Crusoe, Gulliver’s Travels, Tess of the D’ubervilles, Jane Eyre, Formidable Destiny, The Lion…
Fruitful Vine 