I sat on the back sideways with my hands on the metal section of the motorcycle while my legs dangled out
I closed my eyes when we passed the slope where I had my accident.
I thought about how easy it is to get attention by the mere act of laughing out loud while alone.
For three months, my passport had been in the possession of the directorate of immigration.
The thought of enlarging muscles or changing the size and shape of any part on my body has never crossed my mind
I swear to this.
This morning Juliana, three years old, and Dave, three and a half, woke us up singing at the top of their voices.
Juliana and Dave’s early morning orchestra, where they trudge around and regale the community with melodic nursery rhymes and lullabies, is something beautiful to hear and watch.
Errands in Kampala. Later, football and drinks.
“She hates being milked and she lets you know it, quite often with a kick”