Curating new writing:
Uganda Calling
18 Jun
I am clearly being pulled to Ugandan literature of late as I grudgingly come to the end of the wonderful “Tropical Fish – Tales from Entebbe’ by Doreen Baingana. I will move on to ‘Waiting’ by Goretti Kyomuhendo next. I digress, as I stumble on this collection of short stories curated under the umbrella ‘Uganda Modern Literary Digest’.
I love the stories I have read on this site so far and discovering new authors (Mildred Ayenpo et al) in ’some very fine writing from Uganda’ is not an overstatement on their part….check it out! Enjoy……….Curating new writing: Uganda Calling
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There is that one person you fall in love with and know you will never climb back out. They are your soul mate, the love of your life. Hers, like yours, remains permanently lodged in a special chamber of the heart even though she never was able to find appropriate place for him [...]
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“Again! Throw more, daddy; put!” Gabby squeals, giving me a wary look and then kicking Joshua for space around the courtyard fire; a fire made of pampers, empty NAN tins, old boxes, fleshy aloe vera stalks and about three actual lengths of wood, all elevated by strategically placed bricks. My father drops another aloe [...]
A rustle of little feet in the grass is the only announcement of Solo’s arrival. Six blinking yellow rounds meet in the darkness, look up to mirror the moon, then separate out into the darkness. The boys settle into familiar places. Aleku spreads naturally in the crook of the tree while Solo and [...]
“He is gay.” Syson said as he tapped Medius’ shoulder. “No surprises, he looks,” Medius turned to focus on Jim who was obliviously involved in an animated discussion just behind them. He threw his arms in the air as he spoke. When he laughed, his laughter reverberated with a wave that seemed to sweep his [...]
I saw him standing outside Café Javas in a red plaid shirt and dark blue jeans. He wore white and red sneakers that screamed loudly: “OC!” His face was the same, the same wide eyes staring out from behind the round glasses. He was hunched over what looked like a Ushs. 10,000 MTN [...]