I took a stroll down to the bridge that connects Bukoto to Kisasi late Saturday night, to catch a glimpse of the world outside mine. I wanted to see crowds filled with celebration having heard the announcement and declaration of the new President of Uganda

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She skillfully dug through the white walls of the sticky fibers that covered up a large, yellow and juicy flesh. The anxiety with which she tore the jackfruit, held me in the same position, and made me watch her every move. The manner with which I looked on, each time she placed the fruit in her mouth, led her to find a need to communicate.

“We have a lot of fruits in our home”, the ten year old said, “Sometimes I pack and go with it to school”

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BOyfriend things#

Should I leave stuff at his place?

It’s amazing to have a boyfriend, but a more relieving feeling is knowing that you have stamped his back, copyrighted his shoulders and labelled his trousers. Booked him. If there was a way we girls could tattoo the back of our men’s heads with our names. If only there was a way we could make them say our names for every sentence they bring out, so that whoever they interact with knows they are taken.

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