Tag: By Iteti

Life Without Parole, Series

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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Life Without Parole, Series

Life Without Parole #3

By Iteti: Dear John, It has been a while since I hand-wrote a letter. It has also been a while since I allowed myself to say your name out loud. John. John. John. I'm speaking it out as I write, by the way. Forgive me; it hasn't been easy since you left so unceremoniously. It wasn't your fault, I reckon. […]

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