grief and loss
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WHEN LOVE DIES LIFE CONTINUES, BUT LIFE WITHOUT LOVE IS NOT WORTHY LIVING – PART 2
Part 1 | The days that followed were filled with grief and yearning, an emptiness that cannot be put into words. I searched for him and I couldn’t find him […] More
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TRY NOT TO COLLAPSE
Being an artist is the best yet worst thing that can ever happen to anyone. And I am going to take you through why I think so. Being an artist […] More
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The Beautiful Soul That Heaven Has To Return, Dudumalingani
The Beautiful Soul That Heaven Has To Return I remember the day my wife left me. She grew tired of me in the way that aging spouses grow tired of […] More
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Suicide Note: Take 1
I once read that suicide does not end the pain, it just passes it onto someone new. Truthfully, I cannot tell you where I found this – must have been […] More
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SWEET LAUGHTER GIRL #MuwadoLoveLetter20
Hello, my love. How was your day? Was it long or short? Or was it what it was and that being the long and short of it? My day was […] More
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in Fiction‘Not Spies But Battalions’ by Gloria W Nanfuka
“Vaawo waano” she yelled, getting shocked at the sound of her own voice. He was back. The spirit that had haunted her was back and he wouldn’t stop mocking her. […] More
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Dear Bingo
My darling Bingo, Writing to you feels like digging at a wound that hasn’t fully healed… You always found my attempt at metaphors amusing. You said it made me sound […] More
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Haven, Chinelo Onwualu
Haven We found Malcolm’s body in his room. Frantic, we checked the only window – it was still boarded up – still barred fast. And there were no bite marks […] More
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A Hibiscus for Adam #Stories4Health
I watch Hawwa water the hibiscus in the garden this morning like she had been doing for a week now, every day since Adam died. She said it was her […] More
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#SSWCIII – The Other Side by Mable Barbara Amuron
It’s quiet here. I think I can hear an echo. Even when I’m whispering. Musty too. Why do all Your ‘houses’ have to be musty? Is it the sweat of […] More
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Isaiah 43:3
I stand by a grave. Arms akimbo. A one Nalunkuuma rests here. Scribbled on her stone is a verse from the Bible. Isaiah 43:3. Thou wast precious in my sight, […] More
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Early, Michelle Preen
Early My voice has shunned my body. I hear it over there, dissociated from my being. “Give me my baby,” it says. First frantic and then more softly, over and […] More
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An "Ode" to Memory ( I will never bury my friends again)
Many years ago a close friend, faith died. It was the first time in my life someone i knew and was close to died. She was young and her death, […] More
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Tribute to Uma Julius Nyerere
Oh, Julius, it’s hard to believe you’re gone. Today, Saturday, June 6, 2026, you will be laid to rest. From thousands of miles away, I won’t be able to […] More
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Scribbles & Sins
Part I: Exploration – The Unearthing Let me tell you about the week I found my father’s ghost in a book. Not a real ghost, mind you—no rattling chains or […] More
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GRIEF BECAME MY FOOD
12:45pm on Friday afternoons. That was the time daddy usually called to check in on how the week has gone for me at school. When it comes to consistence in […] More
