I am a sapling in a forest of ironwood trees. Thick canopies darken my horizons, an oily fog cloaks my vision and still I grow buoyed by a solitary beam of golden sunlight
My rating: 4 of 5 stars The Motswana Playwright/Actor/Writer Donald Molosi has fascinated me for a while now, with his awe-inspiring one-man act. Molosi is so highly acclaimed, I doubt he has any more lapel real-estate to adorn any more accolades, and unsurprisingly, he keeps breaking new ground with his riveting plays. If only he … More Rethinking Our Perceived Identity
By Sydney Mugerwa I always wanted to get into the mind of a writer. What soup do they stir in the kettle of their mind? From where do they purchase the condiments, those sweet smelling words, that aroma they infuse in their works. What words, what authors, do they look upon and say, that one right … More What the 2016 Writivists Read and Love
At SunDown, as the Red Sun was calling it a day, the scissor hands of a dying god stretched through the ether to snuff out the light and plunge us into a void of darkness. Resolute. Victorious, the death claws retreated into the otherworld from whence it came, leaving behind a night chill and those unperturbed steadfast black-and-white … More Curtain falls
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Coming across African literature in downtown Kampala is like looking for a drop of water in the Sahara. You don’t believe me? Take a walk in town and I guarantee you, Western titles will dominate their African counterparts 10 to 1. So you can imagine my glee at finding…
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