War-displaced Mizelede mourns at the funeral of her grandfather, Leon Biliyo, 60, who died from malaria in Ngalima in northeastern Congo February 21, 2009. Thousands of Congolese have fled their villages since December as Lord's Resistance Army rebels roaming the bush carry out massacres that have killed some 900 civilians during the past two months. Picture taken February 21, 2009. REUTERS/Finbarr O'Reilly (DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC OF CONGO) - RTXBX93


I walked for a while and stopped to see if the other boys were coming along. They were, but at a slower pace; we were age mates but they all looked much older. At sixteen; I was narrow-chested and lanky unlike my peers who were broad-chested and huge. I walked on by myself, through the […]

The lectern

The Lectern: Burger Kings

It is usually at the end of a phase that we often reminisce, reenacting the best parts of the past and regretting the worst. Regrets however, never helped anyone live an extra second, and so it is a wasteful venture. Rather than regret and pine over things done wrong in the past, why not wear […]



At first, it was all about the disease. They said I had breast cancer. I did not cry. I was too busy to cry, too busy not believing; the pains, the spongy lumps I ignored out of fear. Like that faulty tire you simply shun and drive on, telling yourself that it can’t be lethal, […]



You are restless. There seems to be so much yet so little going on in your small bob-encroached head. You walk around the house, grab a bottle of ice-cold eva water and gulp in the little left of the defrosted ice. You shake the can rigorously, just a teardrop-full falls into your mouth and you […]

Poets' Thursday

Poets’ Thursday: Another one

You clutch the clothes to your skin Cold Nostalgia chills you to the bones You walked away again This time the mallet hit the wood Arrogant tears traipse down your skin Regret and pain encircle your bosom As you nod painfully Your thoughts walk back in time to When you sold your soul to lust, […]


One song

This picture was captured from a clip I watched on Facebook a few weeks ago. It was such a profound experience watching this woman work magic with that guitar, and it inspired a story out of me. My very first Flash piece … ONE SONG “Nceda, Theresa … just one song.” She hid behind her […]