
God’s Windows
Brema and her family were outdoors, seated between two lit mosquito coils, waiting for the lights to come back on. Papa’s shirt turned a fan, whirling to cool off Maa, who kept complaining about the heat. The moon hid itself.…

Brema and her family were outdoors, seated between two lit mosquito coils, waiting for the lights to come back on. Papa’s shirt turned a fan, whirling to cool off Maa, who kept complaining about the heat. The moon hid itself.…

History Becomes a Metaphor for Tragedy (2024) I did not run away, I walked away by daylight — Sojourner Truth how quick you can lose your life at the cusp of rebellion. stubborn hope toppled, trampled upon. imagineGabriel Prosser, rooted…

blue melody (2024) In the dream,I am by the sea. The water throws itself before me in waves;its sound, the slow drag of loss. I stare at my reflection & wonder how I became the boy with abandoned bird nests for…

Michelle Ivy Alwedo

The crushing of young protesters in Kenya has left a whole generation feeling disoriented.

The ideal of islandhood belongs to a form of individualism that affirms our particular and indivisible actuality.

The painter George William Kyeyune makes sublime pictures that evoke the Uganda of our time.

Diary of a female askari in Kampala, July – September 2024

Uganda’s parliamentary speaker is dismissing corruption questions by asking: Why me?

To be an orphan is to be very much alive.