A Tale of Life

Sadje’s challenge: Every wrinkle is a valley traveled, and a river gracefully crossed. With gentle eyes and a warm smile, she beckons; she has loved and she has cried, — offering what she has, she heeds us. She has earned her place, and is at peace with herself and with the world.

A special thank you

to @calmkate for mentioning spillwords to me, and encouraging me to submit a poem. “A Flag” was published on spillwords, please take a look. Thank you.

Did you know?

Well, my friend Beaton, https://becomingthemuse.net/ a couple days ago posted something about drinking tea with the police; he suddenly got me thinking about what policing entails in Uganda. Did you know that being arrested in my country is a double tragedy? oh yes! When the police show up at your door to make an arrest,

Bleak

I could don on the brightest of dresses, go to the sunniest of places, but I still couldn’t shake off this somberness that hangs over me. Msdedeng

“Autumn leaves”

Soon enough, warm days are replaced by chilly nights; trees get a change of dress, owls roam in gloom, as giddy children lie restless in anticipation of Halloween. Msdedeng

In response to Eugi’s “home sweet home” prompt

All grown, all traveled; New experiences, new customs; Thousands of miles away, and still, The child beckons; The sun watches, the moon awaits; The trees whisper, the wind searches; Innocent laughter, distant calls, A mother’s gentle face. Msdedeng

Bring on the political campaigns

Unlike the current political campaigns in America that seem a little ruthless, Uganda’s political campaigns are the opposite. Although slightly exhausting for those involved, (lots of drinking, dancing to loud music till dawn, and plenty of squabbles) it is nothing as draining as the campaigns I am witnessing here; campaigns that seem so personal they

Drowning

Falling, drowning; The struggle, the feel of defeat. The load weighs down on me, But I keep afloat, summoning my strength. I call on to the spirit of one who’s left, Barely keeping up with the current, No time for tears, A whisper; Breathe, breathe, breathe. Msdedeng

Coffee is Many Things

I’m not talking about a cappuccino, a latte, or a macchiato Nor am I talking about an Americano, an Irish coffee, or an affogato. Forget a frappe, a mocha, or an expresso But perhaps think friendship, ideas, or music. Tell you what, let’s take it a notch up and think enlightenment, interaction, or revolution. It’s

The Puzzle

Success takes many forms: good grades at school, wonderful friends who make our world a more colorful place, a well-paying job, a good marriage, financial freedom, and the list goes on and on. However, to whom do we credit our success? Is it all down to us and the hard work, sacrifice, and discipline we