“Nakawa. Spear. Kampala road. Parka Nkadde.” The taxi conductor yells through the window. A daily mantra. I wonder about how his voice hasn’t grown hoarse from the daily yelling.The taxi swerves and screeches to a halt right in front of a girl, almost running over her toes. She looks up from her phone, barely noticing….
Month: Jul 2016
Death, do not pass me by
The tragedy of life is not death but what we let die inside of us while we live 4 years ago, Grandpa lost the fight to cancer. 1 year ago, Desire went to rest with the angels. 1 month ago, Julie, it was real ✊ No one ever sees death coming. No one ever knows…