She is a visually stark opposite of her former self. Under a half cover of blankets and bed sheets made visible by the golden sunlight peeping through the window, Ife Piankhi looks on, seemingly numb. After a few minutes, she attempts a dull smile. With a tinge of pain, she attempts to raise her hand …
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On the morning of Friday 28th December 2018, Ife Piankhi was admitted to hospital in Uganda after a suspected stroke and bleeding on the brain. This is a very serious situation and condition. Hospital services in Uganda are NOT free so Ife and her family will need assistance with meeting those fees to make sure …
Slowly the ink flows to the nib. A few shakes in the air and it begins to write. I am chronicling the Age of Trump. As it begins, who knows where it will end. But he’s given us a heads up. To make America great again, by any means necessary. What irony Is this …
I fill my mouth with it. Never mind that I am lactose intolerant and in a few hours my stomach will be gripping and bloated. I will release gases and hope I am not in the company of others. If I am, I will attempt to hold it in or release it without making …
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Right now, with the growth of the creative industry globally and the culture of “bling” as perpetrated by mainstream artists, I think a lot of people think it’s a way to make fast money. It looks glamorous, being on stage, mingling with stars, having lots of money—which is a myth, there is always a price to …
A monthly evening of poetry, visual art and conversation which aims to develop new audiences for both venue and artistsTriple C represents a new era of Ugandan Culture offering a space for the general public and artists to meet, interact, and discuss their work. There is also the added value of experiencing Ugandan coffee from …
A side of Uganda (specifically Kampala, the largest city and capital of Uganda) that we often don’t get to see here in the USA, and which I hope you will appreciate… Poetry has become something of a phenomenon in Kampala in recent times, just as much as the political turmoil that tends to dominate headlines …
Last night a close friend told me that I was a house slave, wanting to work in the ‘big house’ and get the scraps off the big table. This was an analogy for my need for gainful employment , the regular monthly income. The security of knowing no matter how little I am getting in …
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