A Flag

A symbol of the big three: Patriotism, Nationalism, and Militarism. Country over father, mother, brother or sister. Swear by it, Fight for it, Live for it, and Die for it. A flag! A symbol of extreme pride, but also A symbol of great divide. Msdedeng Friday fun –Flag!

Resilience

It’s been a long week with so many challenges, but I realize just how resilient we humans are. Resilience is one of the many traits we possess besides adopting to our environment, and we should take full advantage of it. You don’t believe me? Look back at some of the challenges life has presented you

Liebster Blogger Award

Thank you Hannah Gandhi for including thededengblog in your impressive list of nominees for the Liebster Blogger Award. I am sorry you had to wait quite a bit till I got the chance to answer your questions. I am humbled you considered my blog worthy of a nomination, especially compared to what you do on

First Things First

When the current situation is finally under control and the world awakes again, I am buying myself a ticket back home to my mum, my siblings, and my friends. I am going to go to my favorite coffee house in Kampala called Endiro. Endiro means many things depending on one’s tribe: a seed (in the

Bliss

School is dragging but after Sunday I will be blissfully blogging away For a good three weeks.

A Best form of Charity…….. — Boundless Blessings by Kamal

Hopefully this post by Kamal inspires you like it has me. Thank you! There is a Restaurant in Norway that has come out with a selfless act of charity and kindness for all the needy people of their country: Do you know what is “Suspended Coffee” or “Suspended Meal”? Let me tell you what this

It’s what it is

When you are a visitor in my tribe of Karimojong, the food you are served may sometimes speak volumes. To be clear, it’s never the host’s intention if this is the case. Chicken or meat (especially goat’s meat) served with a choice of rice, matoke (mashed green bananas), potatoes, sweet potatoes, or yam etc. translates

Friends

I love my friends: Among them a Florence, a Jacob, a Lois, and a Joanna. Hello Ian, and how do you Martin? Are you there George? Oh, hi Katja! The salt of the earth and the joy of living; To be sure I don’t know where the family line ends and the friend’s one begins

A Woman

On multiple occasions, she has been accusingly called the weaker sex. She is either too emotional or consistently irrational. But how do you measure strength, I may ask? If you mean physically, then look again; soft does not mean weak. She has carried the human race in her womb for nine months – stretched her

Bicycle, bicycle

I believe Freddie Mercury was onto something when he wrote the bicycle song and like him, I too I’m fascinated by them. Whether they are still functional, rusty, or past their due date is the least of my concern, I love them all the same. A bicycle brings me fond memories of my scrawny brothers