Tag: Uganda
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Free To Be Me
I’m free to be myself in Afrobloggers. Free to talk about my God. Free to share my feelings and ideas. Free to learn from the creatives around me. No one is molding me into someone that I am not. Afrobloggers has built a culture of respect for each other, unity and continuous growth. It’s a…
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What Fuels My Writing
When you love someone, you want the whole world to know about it. And when you love something, everyone around you has to know about it. It’s that simple. The love I have for words makes me read. And if reading is what takes up most of your time, you start writing. In Pam Allyn’s…
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From Schedules to Freestyling: A Bittersweet Tale
Story of my life. I failed to find my place in the 8:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. cooperate world. When I quit formal employment, my first order of business was to do away with routines and schedules, to roll with the flow of my feelings and events around me. Sleep when I want to. Eat…
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2024 Stocktaking
Letting Go I’ve let go of the man I love a thousand times. Most times it’s more than clear that he doesn’t love me the way I love him. Most times it’s more than clear that I’m in love with the fantasy of him, yet sometimes my heart reads between every line – seeing his…
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A Time to Talk
I’ve been trying to make myself be present in the moments around me. I’m tired of living most of my life in past tense. And so, one of the drastic measures I am taking is to just sit in taxis, however long my journeys may be, without reaching for my phone. I sit and let…
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Collaborations
I am yet to collaborate with other bloggers. Hopefully this collection of quotes from other authors will inspire both you and I to do so. Many hands make light work John Heywood The nicest thing about teamwork is that you always have others on your side Margaret Carty When you need to innovate, you need…
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The Globe in our Palms
Our parents used to scold us when our eyes wondered to keep them on the our food, instead of prolonging our necks with our eyes envying the big beef pieces on others’ plates. Whoever practiced such a behavior was called “someone with a small heart”. One who never appreciated and enjoyed what was right before…
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The Power of Collective Voices
I’m not the same person who stepped into these blogging waters on Monday June 3, 2024. 11 blogging days later, and I have evolved. Each day has presented a major discourse. You cannot read over ten different approaches on the same topic and remain the same man. These creatives have left my mind reeling with…
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The Beauty of African Literature
When it’s time for a butterfly to fly away, it wiggles out of the cacoon it’s been imprisoned in. Absolutely nothing can keep it encased forever. Storytellers too can’t help themselves. Those stories wiggle their wings within their minds until they fly away. They have to escape into the huge world. I think that is…