He lay on his bed one night, and turned to the side where his wife Mirembe once slept. He pictured her smile. Her laugh, her presence which he took for granted, when they were together. He knew where she lived so he decided to go meet her the next day…

No. It’s dad. I hope he’s not dead, said Matthew. He became unconscious at home. I’m not with him at hospital. I hope he pulls through. I hope so too. Matthew went back into the meeting, but he couldn’t quite concentrate. …

Rwot Matthew entered his palatial home at 5:30 PM and was greeted by his wife. Innocent ran past him. “Take off your shoes,” said his wife Annette to Innocent. “How was your day?” she asked Matthew. “Just the usual. I need a greater challenge. It feels like I’m just going…

Mr. Okello lay on a bed in the visitor’s room at his son’s plush residence, overlooking the shores of Lake Victoria. His heart was aching in ways, he never pictured it would ever ache. Imagine what my son could have been, if I had treated him right, even half the…

11 PM: I wake up and rush to the kitchen, looking for something to munch on. I finished the bread yesterday. I find nothing. I step outside the house thinking of heading to the supermarket. They must be closed by now. And this neighborhood, you just never know, who or…

I clean for another hour and take a break. The weight of the Afrobloggers, WinterABC2022 challenge is on my shoulders. So far, I’ve been able to have stories planned a few days ahead, and I get to enjoy the luxury of hitting publish on the drafts. Now the pressure of…

I finish my security checks, and walk into the conference room. Some of the girls from work approach me. I get a few handshakes and hugs. A few looks from afar. It’s weird that attire can change, how people you deal with on the daily treat you. …

It’s Friday as I type away. Very close to the dream I’ve held onto since 2016, the dream of being a published author. I have a sizeable manuscript that’s been approved. And so I type away, away, and away. Every time I think I’ve got it made, I find new…

My alarm rings. No, no, no. I’ve just started sleeping. I know they will tolerate it. I can sleep a little more, and reach work an hour later, and just compensate by staying an hour more than usual. They will understand. My alarm goes off forty five minutes later. My…