Tag: By Damali of Kyanjja

Short Stories, Tale Africa

Learning to Fly

   By Damali of Kyanjja, Africa I remember the day as plainly as the last hour. It was bright, sunny. Very hot. The message beeped as I stood in the queue designated for those who were to collect their National IDs. Uganda has had its own share of confusion, and this NIN thing is as disorganized as they come. I […]

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Reflections

A Naked Candidate

By Damali of Kyanjja, Uganda: Naked we came into this world. Then we learned to clothe ourselves – to hide, to cover up, to pretend-blot our shame, shame we do not even know. We feel ashamed before we know what we are ashamed of. In our world – this toxic pigsty we have created – nudity is both glorified and […]

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RCA In-House

“It Works For Me”

By Damali of Kyanjja Girls are very special. Difficult to say the least but they are special in their make. We had been at a picnic – just the three of us. Best friends since Buganda Road Primary School, even though I think Mariam and Jjuko were closer to each other. I did not mind. I had no time to […]

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A Human Stamp

By Damali from Kyanjja “Look, Carol, if you are going to be all feminist and insist on a BOB instead of a real man, atleast have a child. I can help you with that.” Kyazze was one of my newly found friends; you’d think we had known each other for decades but really, it was only a few weeks of […]

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