Vuka Sizwe! For the Love of Uganda!
“Vuka sizwe” is a southern African phrase which means “Arise you nation“. In the light of our current socio-economic situation, I only saw it fit to use that title in the hope that it will send some...
View ArticleInstrument of Peace
One would say I write and think about pain a lot – physical discomfort, suffering, etc. Maybe because it’s the reason why people doubt the existence of God or have a difficult time believing in Him –...
View ArticleGrounded by Grace
grace noun /grās/ The free and unmerited favor of God, as manifested in the salvation of sinners and the bestowal of blessings [in Christian belief] If grace was a color, what color would it be?...
View ArticleFriendship Appreciation Month
Last week a close friend of mine and I made plans to hang out on Saturday. She said she’d call me to confirm the place and time on Saturday morning but when the time came and she didn’t call, I took it...
View ArticleThe Darkness is Rising | He Reminds me of the Moon
| He reminds me of You | This morning, I sat down with a bowl of oatmeal and contemplated your presence. After a 17-minute shower filled with thoughts of regret about yesterday’s conversation, the...
View Article…and So we Rarefied with Technology
Written in honour of Friendship Appreciation Month! When I was younger, on an ordinary day you would be sure to find me playing outside with the people I called my friends. We played house and fought...
View ArticleFebruary: When We Chose Intentional Living
Whilst we constantly surround ourselves with the things that we deem important – money, fame, cars and sex, among other things – and work harder and harder to bring them closer to us, we tend to lose...
View ArticleThis Pilgrim’s Progress
This morning as I arrived at my work station, I set my things down and proceeded to cough and cough and blow my nose so loudly and ever so ungracefully hard, that it startled my supervisor. He scuttled...
View ArticleA Prayer for Desirable Things
May I still remember the bright hours that found me walking over the silent hills of my childhood, or dreaming on the margin of a quiet river, when a light glowed within me, and I promised my early...
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