On line presence

I’ve been out of action. I had a stroke in December 2018. I’m still recovery and trying to understand what is the meaning of my life. When you experience a near ‘death’ experience you look at everything differently. I am different. The loss of memory has been profound but I realise that humanity is just …

To Be or Not 2B

  Earlier this year I was a participant on the East African Soul Train, traveling from Nairobi to Mombasa on the Lunatic Line. We were encouraged to collaborate with fellow artists in the confines of a moving train and create something that was reflective of our personal experiences. The theme of the residency which lasted …

Escape

Drowning in the depth of my mental Its hard to breathe deeply I struggle to find my peace of mind. Its shrouded in anxiety. I want to die then I wouldn’t have to straddle the middle, masquerading as a strong African woman. How will I ever find the balance I feel at times When surrounded …

Loosing my Soulskin

My senga was lost to me in middle passage journey’s Motherhood and marriage defined who I was meant to be. The Wild in me conformed to societal ideals of femininity. My mammaries grew full, for giving but never receiving, learning to be seen but not heard like the children produced in close procession. The milk …

Bagamoyo

Bagamoyo return my heart to me Lay it down so I can see I am free now, I have returned To the promised land, To find peace of mind. My ancestors were robbed Enslaved in chains For profit and gain. Bagamoyo return my heart to me In the full moon light I see the sea. …

Poetry for the People

We are like fuses that fit into the MotherShip. If your fuse has blown You can’t complete the circuit Thoughts have weight Elevate. Dare to dream and visualise that we live in a state of conciousness, harmony and love. Its starts with you and me Channelling our energy positively. I know at times its hard …

Watch ‘Someone Clap For Me’ – Engaging Short Film On Kampala’s Burgeoning Poetry Scene By TAMBAY A. OBENSON

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 …