WHEN MY LIPS PART I speak for the girl who longs for a book to break notion that her blood and flesh are only purposed for childbirth; to yield more herdsmen;...
Author - Atuhairwe Agrace Mugizi
I am a lawyer by vocation and instruction and a writer by rebellion. I enjoy a quiet read away from traffic of any kind. I do not mind settling in Nairobi since I have many hideouts to piece out a feature but would keep Kampala nigh for groceries, friends and family.
They ran over a tree trunk. Halted, a little. Then one of the men at the back of the truck jumped out. Cigarette between his teeth. Bloodshot eyes. A pot belly...
THE RESTRICTED AVENUE Heaven smiles, kisses the ocean; glow worms, rare beauties, fly over the tanks and cargo. There is a large wave pushing you, thousands...
EFFERVESCENCE They were not allowed to speak in their mothers’ wombs; and the syringes boiled their genes. They hoarded instincts, Pressed bloodlines So crude...
