SometimesYou and I, OkelloAre like downtown KampalaOn a sunny Saturday3 days to a school term opening Pandemonium! We become a din of madnessOne nice chaos to another bad oneStubbornly unwilling to sail across The hordes of people To the sea of forgiveness Yet We weave our way through somehowPlant our feet firmly on the groundAndContinue reading “Chaos”
You bedazzle me, Awobi!You entertain my madnessLit wiya ni pe ilworoYou love me kede like that You awaken the genie in meIneno ber na that others don’t seeYou see uncut diamond where I see nothingYou are one in 3,000 years You are 0.89274 of 99%A rare percentage occurrenceYou are that flight of love to boardLightingContinue reading “My magic potions”
I will not ask for rosesI grow those I will not ask for chocolateI am watching my waistline I will not ask for anything redIt may get us beaten I will ask for you, OkelloYou is all I want this 14th You make my heartbeat riseLike the hills of Paidha By Laker Winfred L
This Nalweyiso girl. She sends me subtle annoying text messages. Says I can keep the ring. While she keeps the man. She does not know who the real keeper of the man is. An. Me. Min Ot. People do not call me Min Ot pa Okello for nothing. I am the wife. She is theContinue reading “Karama is for Min Ot”
Growing up, there were days when you would feel ignored. Extremely ignored by the adult of your affection in the homestead. The neck of the house. The human whose core is the center of your happiness. Your mother. If she was happy, you were happy. If she was sad, you were sad. If her ChiContinue reading “When her Chi is dancing Myel-lyel”
Back in the day in Chua county Mucwini. Around that time when Oxfam came and helped rid us of Guinea worm; two choo. Before the war pa Abiro came and we had to go all the way to Lubone through Paloga as oring-ayela. Refugees……. Before Alice Lakwena took our fathers to war and some neverContinue reading “Sunset”
Every neighborhood has that one influential person. Ours is Jedekaya. We call him Jedii, with the double “i” intensely pronounced. I don’t know how the “e” was dropped. Don’t ask me. His friends call him Jed. But if you came to our village on a hot Sunday afternoon looking for Jed, we will point youContinue reading “Electricity shenanigans”
Dear Future Husband, Once upon a time, in Gulu town; long before we became a city, long before our dirt roads got lined with thick layers of tarmac and solar lights lit our nights, before they mended the walls around Pece stadium, renamed, and fenced it off, there was a lela, a type of bicycle,Continue reading “Cwara Mara”
By Laker Winfred L I regret joking about it. Covid19. I shouldn’t have. But I did and it was one of my regrets last year. I still remotely feel bad for throwing jokes around in relation to this virus when it had just started spreading. This thing came to our world, put us on ourContinue reading “Part of the statistics”
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