Tag: By Iteti

Life Without Parole, Series

Life Without Parole #10

By Iteti, Uganda: My life seemed to be crashing all around me and I didn't have a clue on how to put the pieces back together. Continued… I woke up to find Marcus standing by the bedside staring down at me. It seemed he hadn't slept a wink. I didn't know what else to do but to reach out and […]

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Life Without Parole, Series

Life Without Parole #9

By Iteti, Uganda: Continued… I was pregnant and wondering how my husband who had never wanted kids was going to take it. Speaking to my mother about it hadn't yielded much fruit. She was the product of a polygamous man; an arrogant narcissist my grandfather was. Her mother was the spitting image of naivety and meekness, bearing him twenty children […]

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Life Without Parole #8

By Iteti, Uganda: Continued… I was pregnant. Thinking about Babies It came as no surprise, to be honest, because between us sleeping together, smoking, drinking and my carelessness with birth control, it was only a matter of time before I got pregnant. By the time I received this news, I was lethargic, frustrated and to top it all off, my […]

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Life Without Parole #7

By Iteti, Uganda: I said it first. I love you. He looked into my eyes on his 30th birthday, with a cigarette in hand and said, Marry Me! … I said Yes. Our Marriage If our marriage counselling sessions were anything to go by, we would have fun being the unorthodox married couple we were hoping to be. We laughed […]

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Life Without Parole #6

By Iteti, Uganda: “You can't possibly be serious!” That's the first question that comes to mind when I tell people my story. Granted, it may look like I am attention-seeking or self-destructive, but the reason I tell my story is in the hope that whoever reads it out there will somehow be better for it. I know that it is […]

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A moment for a lifetime

By Iteti: We met at the train station We were both heading to the airport; You were off to Greece, and I to London Work things, I presume We exchanged names…and smiles You were a picture of perfection. Clad in your turquoise jacket, Crisp white shirt and black denims I was taken by your beauty, Curvy in all the right […]

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Life Without Parole, Series

Life Without Parole #5

By Iteti: My story isn't so intriguing, really. I wonder where to start telling it. Anyway, the year was 1984; I was in my second year at the university. Maybe I should've started with a little family background. My parents and grandparents all lived in Britain during the political unrest in Uganda, so I was born and raised there, then […]

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