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existential questions of the mind

noha atugarukamu kutushaba, and so, who will answer as we call?
One of the things that I find myself curiously pondering over, is what happens when…
change everything, everywhere, at the same time.
Why did the British come to Uganda? This is a question we were asked, and expected…
abarijya baryareba – who cares for what comes next?
(thinking out loud) Have you ever had a nudging that just could not stop. that feeling…
we have not made ourselves.
We have not made ourselves. We are here because something else existed. In the beginning there were…
can we be beautiful still?
What does it mean to be beautiful if not to be true? what does it mean…

conjurings

calling forth henceforth
here, i call now and always these things into being now and always i call forth for…
the politics of feeling good, still.
I think of myself as a conjurer of new worlds. what that really means, if…

Ruhanga Ni'oha

twena nitwe ruhanga (all of us are responsible)
twena nitwe ruhanga; direct translation, all of us are a part of the creator. all of…

lessons as they come to me

answering the call and surrendering to it…
When i was a little younger; living through my 20’s, i was sure i had…
our collective grief, and how we share it
My friend called a few days after I had started to write this. Another one of…
on why we celebrate
You must allow yourself to weep about even the things you won’t allow yourself think…
what is this space in between, and do we have room for it?
I am learning how to trust the wisdom of my body. I also hate waiting. The two…
On learning to be here, and tender.
I almost knocked over a serving spoon; which in turn would have tripped over another…
Here, Again. Different but Same.
I found my old blog. I say found, because when I typed ‘ugandanchic.wordpress.com’ into my phone,…

some days call for poetry

my best friend turned a year older today.
my best friend turned a year older today. An auspicious occasion, because it means we are…
The Day of Truth Telling
what will be on the day of judgment when the scrolls are unburied, and the museums forced shut. when…
let this be a day of sabbath
lain here, a doing of my own a collection of chaff from the world tears my own…
ori’kahangare (a prayer for your weak heart)
ori’kahangare is a prayer my own people say words strung into hymns an ask to the gods intentions spoken to…
a poem for my mother, and yours on this mother’s day.
My mother. I write poems about her in my sleep. She brings flowers to my house. teaches…
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