WHEN I DIE…
When I die. Carry my bones delicately, Don’t take big strides, walk softly, Let the ground feel your feet brushing over it gently, Let my bones shake quietly, Not too […] More
Octopus mind
I don’t know how often this happens to you but have you ever had a plan to do something, then along the way you come up with another plan to […] More
Fragmented Echoes in the world of the word in Uganda:
Poetry has long been a vibrant form of expression yet, beneath the surface of this seemingly united artistic community lies fragmented echoes of division and individualism. The poetry scene in […] More