So, its been a minute, well a whole lot longer than a minute and I have been,
not writing struggling with a few things.
Well, here now is a story I wrote for the third edition of the Short Story Writing Competition organized by a one awesome Dennis Assimwe of The Gathering, which sounds like a cult, now that I think about it.
I came in 7th but I am very excited about this story because it was the Dennis Assimwe’s favorite! Like seriously whaaaaaaaat!!!
Today, my blog has been taken over by the incomparable, awesome, and amazing Gloria (Pnky) Nakyejwe.
I have known her for like a decade now (mehn, we are old) and let me tell you, she is one smart lady.
Like really…. She’s an architect, an artist, baker extraordinaire, and CEO of not one but two businesses!
Seriously how awesome is she!?
Donald Trump is running for the highest office in the most ….. super (?) country on earth. Donald Trump used to be a TeeVee star where he popularised the three words, or two depending on the primary school you went to, that every employee dreads or welcomes, also depending on who your boss – ahem: former boss- is…was(?). Donald Trump has also been called: the cinnamon Nazi, an over ripe orange, the guy with the best hair style (I do hope sarcastically intended), the Bringer Ofthemuch Feared….and honestly anticipated…. Apocalypse and Donald Drumpf (by THE Quintessential John Oliver).
Did School make me better?
The answer to the above question is……….. I have no freaking idea. I loved and loathed school in equal measure. Loved because it brought me closer to my one and only love: books…..and I am a bit of a nerd. Well not just a bit, a whole lot. I am not ashamed to say that I was teacher’s pet. However I was not one of those kids that looked forward to assignments, homework, tests and stuff…those kids are crazy. I just loved learning for learning’s sake. Still do.
Spot the Mable
habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep.
synonyms: sleeplessness, wakefulness, restlessness, inability to sleep
“I’ve tried every wild remedy for insomnia, including cinnamon baths and standing on my head”
So this week’s theme is Freedom of expression. And I, in my capacity as the owner of the mattress I’m currently seated* on, have decided that its my week to express a lot of things that I have kept inside for long. (Side note: why on earth is it seated and not sitted?)
Continued from Letters. This is in reply to Simon.
Hello peeps, a cheery May to you!
Okay so I wasn’t exactly tagged for this but a frowny emoji on Karen’s post had her (technically) nominating me in the comment section. She’s a rule breaker, that one and now here I am breaking rules too.
She’s also one of the coolest people I have the pleasure of knowing. She’s so cool she makes ice look hot.
Check out her blog to experience some of this coolness. Wuno…Karen
Back by popular demand…… the rest of the words to this eminem song, I do not get, it’s like he eats the words, seriously!…..hehe, anyhow….On this here Saturday morning, Di’s story continues…if you haven’t read part one and part two, you will be totally lost.
He stands at the taxi stage, hands in his pockets.
Looking at nothing in particular
The taxi touts seem to have given up on him.
Oyo alabika ali kubibye, they must be thinking
So they scramble for the other passengers, leaving him be
He seems to be deep in thought.
I wonder what he’s thinking about
Is he trying to solve the equation that is life?
Is he thinking about his bad day at the office?
Does he work at an office?
Maybe he could be wondering whether his rolex guy is still at his mudaala.