Sitting on daddy’s stone

I sit on this white stone shivering in the evening breeze I want to walk away but I hate to leave you out here in the cold under this cold white terrazzo that decorates your house in the belly of the earth from whence you now remotely command in front of your home and watch…

Juliane Okot Bitek: 100 Days of hell’s anomie

Originally posted on Ikhide:
History matters. There are many ways to commemorate, to memorialize communal horror. All over the world, memorials and museums stand sentry to history, to various times when the darkness within seemed to overwhelm humanity and throw up the unmentionable like the holocaust, Biafra, Bosnia, and now Rwanda. Yes, over twenty years…

up here two of us

(I admired these two as I took my morning walk) Listen to me sweetie perched up here the two of us hearts throbbing on the height dancing to our music beak to beak misty morning cold it be we too shall perch up close let humans lie in their well made beds worry not our…

I am a pebble

I am a pebble washed ashore rounded and smoothed at the belly of the sea I see the sky above and know boundaries too can recede feet kick and shove sand over me a wave returns to wash me clean or wash out some shells too I am a pebble cushioned on the warm sea…

pitying self

(This undated piece is one of those I wrote at the height of the violation of my right to be human, to be a woman) PITYING SELF When I feel alone commune with my own soul or even fail to trace and find myself when feelings take over and reason, though in sight seems so…

words

a garment,  enfolding an avenue a guide, an aide, a light a tool, a weapon a spice a cover, a wall an engagement a haven for escape the prison in which I am caged and from which I refuse to be released bound to my captor my fate sealed yet hungering for more for herein…

She is too talkative in class

… what your teachers, parents and mentors may have deemed to be your weaknesses…. “She is too talkative in class”, read my class teacher’s report, end of Term III 1973. I was 8 and in Primary 3 at Shimoni Demonstration School, Kampala. I do not quite remember the reaction of my parents to this comment.…