A letter to Baba Opembe

A letter to Baba Opembe

Dear Baba Opembe, I have wanted for so long to write to you a letter. To tell you how my new home is not home without you. But is home anything so physical? I think home is where you are. When you are with me, I feel at home and I am more true to myself. I am even...
I Learned To Fall Asleep In The Dark

I Learned To Fall Asleep In The Dark

By Amandla Karungi I do not remember when I started being so afraid. I am told that I was a brave child, up until four years old. My first memory of real fear begins from falling asleep at my great-grandfather’s burial, of waking up and there was no one there,...
Reminiscent

Reminiscent

By Eunice Aber I spent last Christmas with my grandparents. I always spend Christmas with my grandparents. I don’t remember the last time I didn’t. Oh! The last time I refused to go to the village for Christmas was about ten years ago. In the “prime of my...
The African Man is Confused

The African Man is Confused

I wrote about the tales of an African woman a while back and while many women agreed with me, some men accused me of just being another bitter feminist.  Such is life! While I do not agree that bitterness was the tone of that post, but simply me addressing the flawed...