Some very fine writing from Uganda

      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 [...]

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§156 · January 18, 2012 · Uncategorized · Comments Off ·


      Beng was so engrossed that he did not notice how beautiful the tiny little village looked now that the sun was beginning to cut through the mist. The tea-women, dressed in tired rags, carrying straw-baskets on their backs, supported by long strips of cloth that went round each basket and then round [...]

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§152 · January 18, 2012 · Uncategorized · Comments Off ·


    “So have you been to a place like this, to see your breath as it paints against the sky?” Umbrellas lyrics-The City Lights Traffic on Abercorn that morning was lighter than usual, and I was almost twenty minutes ahead of my schedule. I drove with my left hand, the right wrapped around a [...]

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§149 · January 18, 2012 · Uncategorized · Comments Off ·


      I knew it was love from the moment I first laid my eyes on her. That she was love. Tall and elegant. A dream, a phantom. As intangible as the smoke curling from the end of a stick of incense and just as fragrant. Could this really be? I walked up to [...]

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§145 · January 18, 2012 · Uncategorized · Comments Off ·


  I measure whether the lake is worthy of wading or not on the dead fish scale. Apparently this is wrong but I’ve done it since the ripe old age of seven circa 1994 when I was allowed to wade into the lake on my own and found a fish, head all mashed floating right [...]

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§125 · October 7, 2011 · Uncategorized · Comments Off ·