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Tale Africa, Writivism 2013

True to Nothing

By Mildred Apenyo, Uganda: Half of Atim's body is already out of the taxi when she snags her sandal on a piece of metal jutting out of its floor. She throws her hands out for balance, or luck, and yelps as her foot meets the dusty ground. It takes a while for her eyes to adjust to the white glare […]

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Together

By Kathryn  Kazibwe, Uganda: Mixed feelings whirl around within me as I step into my sister's living room. I am swamped by nostalgia so potent I can almost hear the laughter. My sister is nestled in the red leather loveseat to my right, humming to a fat baby in her arms. The receding rays of the sun from the French […]

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The Side Walk

By Nassanga Rashidah Sarah, Uganda: It had begun that morning when albino Kima got up from what had been her bed for a year. The sun was already peeping out from behind the clouds over the top of a two-storied building. That was her cue; she was late. “Timmy! We need to go!” She gently shook awake her little brother […]

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The Shadow

By Emmeline Bisiikwa, Uganda: 'How could you, Danny?' I felt a lump rise to my throat, choking me. 'Tell me, what has she got that I haven't? Is she more of a woman? Prettier?' He paced the floor of the living room in that annoying way, walking back and forth in three swift steps, one-two-three, one-two-three, as if he could […]

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Stolen Innocence

By Nadweny Faith Naome, Uganda: I have had all but a century’s existence on Earth, lived a life buoyed by pride and characterised by surrender to fate’s whims. My envious surrogate of a mother who only saw me as a sentimental object tried failingly to break my spirit but I am stronger than that and true to her word, my […]

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The New Politician

By Angella Sandra Namwase, Uganda: Your fingers are tucked into the mini pockets of your grey striped dress, your “Sunday best” as you call it, it is all you have to wear that you think suitable for a Campaign such as this. You take short, restless strides. You are shaking off the memory of Chuma. You steal a look at […]

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Picture Frames

By Anthea Paelo The picture frame stood empty on the bedside. Rose had been staring at it for the last half hour, tears running down her face. She held a picture of her husband. He was a big man: tall, fat and strong. The thick glasses he wore barely concealed his bushy eyebrows. The lady seated next to him carried […]

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Of Love and Sisyphean Tasks

By Kirabo Nora, Uganda: “I'm good at forgetting,” I said, my voice shaking, pleading for him. I finally had him. My mind was racing, but sense and reason were losing out to my feelings for James. “This is too good to be true. It will come crushing down… on you!” my inner voice screamed, but I buried the thought with […]

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I Know Who I Am

By Gloria Kembabazi, Uganda: “A man without an identity does not belong”, were the words I had heard. They had been said by the grey haired man with a wrinkled face who lived a few meters from home. I was trespassing on his patch of land, slinking past his straw thatched hut to the nearest shop. I was clad in […]

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Grandpa’s Story

By Muhwezi Simpson, Uganda: I have been thinking about the story about a girl, which my grandpa told me. Once upon a time in Grandpa's village, he had said, there was a young and beautiful girl called Rose. Her beauty attracted men in their hundreds, married and unmarried. They yearned to have her as one of their wives. But she […]

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