Your culture fascinates me

I grew up in Uganda, in the capital city, Kampala. Check the video below for more info about my background. I lived a certain kind of lifestyle – mostly westernized, lived a life of relative privilege, and was concerned with the things that affected my life and the life I hoped I would live in…

What is my story of success going to be?

I’m not a plothole nazzi. When I watch a movie or read a novel I’m curious about the story and have no trouble suspending belief. Which means I can read almost anything and enjoy it. As long as people are having a great adventure, women are as significant and as strong as men, and blatant…

Sourcing Great African Literature

African Literature. Sigh. People don’t want to be called African authors, Africans shun African authors, Africans fight other Africans about what African literature is and should be. It is a complicated space to occupy, especially because those of us who write stories know what the publishing World desires from the African continent. But they cater…

African Literature on Facebook

A few weeks ago a dear friend asked me if I could help admin a page on Facebook.  It has taken over my life! I LOVE IT. Our little family has grown by leaps and bounds, and the people who have joined and are actively participating in discussions surprise me with their passion every…

When it is good to be a woman

The past few days have been almost whirlwind like. Finally, one of my projects is complete and I’m proud to share it with anyone who thinks things like these are totally cool. In doing the research I needed to compile my super duper list of African authors, I came across the story of an Algerian…

Unpacking my Afrocentricity

I was born and raised in Uganda. A few years in the middle were spent in Canada. I came to consciousness in Uganda, first fell in love there, bones were nourished there… I consider myself Ugandan even though I do not live there right now. I’m not sure how else to exist. My identity is…

Old Poetry

Because I’m feeling it today. For Your Love I see you, Dark Chocolate Swinging your hips to the throom throom of this foreign music Your skirt so short, my imagination is unnecessary Your titties jiggling in your dress like the many eyes trying to keep up with them. Know that I love you, no matter…

Micro 0119: Welcome

Welcome. Your mother told you not to join a gang. But here you are, foolish rebel. You have romanticized this moment but it is not going to turn out the way you think. You need to stop watching movies. There is no information in there that will tell you the truth. We live hard lives,…

Micro 0115: I wrote a letter to my friend

My Dearest, My heart is spilling emotions, squeezing them through cuts. I’m bruised from keeping this in. You’ll wake up this morning and find I’ve gone. I could not stay. Not because I didn’t love you, because I do. You know that too. After all the pain and fear and anger have gone (I promise…

Thankful to all my subscribers

The African Literature Magazine on Flipboard has gone from strength to strength. What a journey! Thank you for being a part of the journey in 2014 and for continuing strong into 2015. With 15,491 subscribers catching up on stories coming out of Africa, it is easy to forget where we started. With humble beginnings in…