Art is a thing of the Heart

Category Short Stories

I Call Him James Bond

If anyone had told me that I would one day be seated across a table from James Bond at a fancy restaurant with three full pages of the menu dedicated to French and South African wines, I would have scoffed at them… Continue Reading →

An Accountant’s Journal

A reed will dance in the water from the rhythm of a gyrating stream a stone’s throw from the settlement whose stories remain untold. The drums whose music forces the dance are two wrinkled arms with rough ugly hands holding… Continue Reading →

Dance of Death

A reed will dance in the water from the rhythm of a gyrating stream a stone’s throw from the settlement whose stories remain untold. The drums whose music forces the dance are two wrinkled arms with rough ugly hands holding… Continue Reading →

Empty Nest

I’m seated on my couch pretending to watch the current episode of Scandal. My cellphone is on the floor. It’s ringing. I don’t know why it won’t stop ringing. I can’t tell who would be calling me at this hour… Continue Reading →

My Obituary

Today, we shall lay to rest a man who wrote fifteen novels, bore three sons and a daughter, and waited to see tens of grandchildren. After 95 years, we finally mark the sweet leap to yonder of my mentor, the… Continue Reading →

Surviving

Tonight, I will lie on my floor, curled up in fetal position and crying. There will be music playing so that my neighbours do not hear the loud sobbing. I will, for a few moments, feel ready to die. The welling up of all those unnamed feelings and unuttered words which I have been storing up all this time will gush forth forceful and unrelenting. I will wish, in the deepest darkness of this episode, that I could undo the past year of my life. I will rewind and write over the tapes of all the good things you did and said with bad intentions. I will walk through all the memories awash with alarm bells which I attempted to ignore at first, and then address as if I were dealing with a rational human being. Then I will finish with the absolute worst day climaxing at exactly 25 days ago, but I will not allow my mind to dwell on the details. I will say your name and my lips will be numb to the taste

The Man Behind Uganda’s Creative Scene- Wabwire’s Story

I am standing at the far corner of the room, trying to record each speaker’s speech with my phone. We are at K-Lab in Kigali, holding a brief introduction meeting with CMS Africa Summit speakers for the event slated to begin the following day. Jagero, the founder, introduces each speaker, and allows them about 5 […]

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Exciting News; We Have Been Featured in The Media 5 Times Now!

Should I start by listing my favorite quotes? 😁 But fam, the work we are doing here (I’m saying ‘we’ because I write and you faithfully read!😊) has been recognized and featured, 5 DIFFERENT TIMES! In five different media outlets. I am so proud of us! So. Proud. We’ve always known we are on the right […]

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