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Often times we start from scratch and ditch it to start from scratch again. I'm not saying we should be infallible, I'm just saying we can do better. Look, we've all been there, in a stagnation phase that seems to never end. Could be in the peaks up there, or in the lowest of valleys . Attitude is everything , buy into some else's and you are finished, no matter who they are. Once you have done your homework and finally chosen to do something, don't let nobody sway you off of it, not even your better half , not even your sloppy self . No matter how you get there, just show up and shut up. But you can still show up and shut up and still not enjoy it? We had a whole life a head of us the day we came into this world. We've never been sure if we've already gone halfway through it, or almost through, we just assume it, based on some jargon life expectancy digits.  I have your juice, and look at our days, every other 60 seconds, we never know how they go by. E...

 Juste avant que je parle  Je me sens a little bit trapped for a second in my own head Wondering whether what I am about to spit out willl feel good enough and still make good sense in your head I tend to struggle with eloquence  But why should l'éloquence be ma concérne majeur when I cant even explique these feelings that I desire to tell you of  Feelings I can't even take control of So, juste avant I go on to speak,  I will seek Shakespeare's Romeo et Juliette and the like  So to be learned enough on how to put my point across the line  To you that i wish to love To you en qui je trouve le paix    Juste avant que je ,... soupire I wonder if I can count on my own lungs long enough in case i had to sprint to save this love If I'd be able to pull off a hide and seek avec our great grand kids dans des soirs finales de ma vie  Or if I could still trust my arms with d'énergie to sweep you off the floor even when I'm about a century old Ooh...

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 Hull0, Lucy! Yes? The blur in her vision slowly cleared up as she started to recognize a familiar figure towering over her from the side of her bed. It was her mother. She couldn't make sense of the situation until she realized she was still in bed. It was 6 a.m. Finally, it was really just another bad dream. She sighed in relief and cleared her eyes. 'Get up. You're going to be late for your interview. One of the companies you applied to just called your phone. I picked up the call. You have to be there by 9 a.m.,' said her mother as she left the room. Lucy finally jumped out of her cozy bed, took a quick shower, and sat in front of her mirror to rehearse the answers to the list of questions she expected most from the interview, She then did her lucky makeup and put one of her white long-sleeved shirts she that hang in the first section of her closet specially prepared for the interview. She then slid into her sky-blue pants and shiny black heels. This always gave off...

                    As she approached the open front door of her apartment she wondered whether they hadn't hurt her mother. Once she got in, she noticed that everything was in place except for the broken vessel in the center of the living room which indicated that there might have been a struggle as Frank's boys made the move. Yet they were so clean. Nothing else was broken or damaged. They likely captured the old woman swiftly without a single soul noticing them. She turned around to examine the door closely. It hadn't a single scratch. Whoever made it in either had a copy of the key  or found it open. But it could never have been open as far as Lucy knows her mother's cautiousness. By now, she would probably be yelling at her for returning late like she had always done since Lucy's late teens. She ran out to examine the courtyard. Whichever vehicle had done this was definitely big as its tyre tracks indicated, And it was most lik...

                 Tokum Mall at the end of her sight, she'd make it there but it meant missing her train. Tokum Mall was the only place that listened to her weeps without judgment. It had always been her cave. She needed it like a Martian did. She had never really gone through the array of dealing with disappointment like the way most women handle it. She had always achieved the best in whatever she pursued in her earlier years. Talk about how she consecutively won the national spelling B 3 years straight during high school. Why not? She was a vigorous reader too. She had flipped the Merriam-Webster dictionary  pages back to back 5 times. Or how she almost made it to the Olympics if not for her preference to stay dedicated to her academics to pursue a real career. This is the real Lucy, she'd taken every opportunity to excel professionally but now for the first time in her life, she felt lost in her pursuit. It was a chaotic Friday evenin...

           Lucy does not fancy flirting because she also never catches herself when she actually does. Imelda watched as her friend got drained in the intense dialogue with a guy who had once crushed on her. You could tell that he enjoyed every bit of it. Her voice, blended with how she spoke with her body, told you how much she was into the conversation. She maintained fine eye contact and occasionally lost her breath between words. When she burst into laughter, she didn't even notice that the whole room had eyes on her. The guy couldn't help but stare at her ex-crush's excitement.   Perhaps she's come to her senses...that I am the one for her, He hoped. The same minute he imagined them going on a long honeymoon. How perfect would that be? Fate must be playing her cards in his favor. He was no longer listening. He could only hear her beautiful voice in the background on her fine portrait giggling and smiling the whole time.  'Oh Brandon.' ex...

                             She climbs the stairs to her mother's room where the home printer is. Even though her mother wouldn't mind her much, she decides to tip-toe across the floor to turn the machine on. It's 2 AM in the night. Lucy is nervous and equally excited about the job she is applying for. She presses the printer's power button and witnesses it as it starts to kill her silent entrance. 'I am sorry Mom,' she says as she exhales heavily. 'It's okay sweetie. I was awake anyway. Looks like the printer betrayed you,' said her mother, humorously. 'You know this is the home printer, Lucy. You have full right to it just as I do. Even though it resides in my room' 'But I didn't want to dist -" 'Shhhh, me and your dad know how much this job means to you and we will always have your back sweetie. Now go get some sleep. You have a job to chase tomorrow. These copies will be ready by the hour you get up. Lucy wa...

It could be the time Says the man who saw his death Cross legged at his apartment's balcony His ears hear only silence Its the darkest time of the night Perhaps this is what death sounds like  He's finally embraced insomnia Alive through every single night His life seems to emulate the Wolverine's The politics of reality finally consuming him He has but one option left, fight Fight for this one thing he chose Fight for this one life like puss in boots For man hasn't the luxury of all 9 lives Some people have chosen us over others We can never let go of the things we've built His outer man seems desperate But at least his inner man is rigid The future looks brighter Yet his end feels nearer This could be the time Says the man who saw his death 

"You may not believe, but I am a very different man now" "I am a different man too. What do you want. Get out of here." Moghin shouted back bitterly to the beggar that had interrupted our coversation. The miserable man was respectful enough to leave us alone. I kept on wondering, "Have I been here? Will my life ever get to this?" I understood the scene enough not to entertain a second thought in their shoes. I clearly observed that both these men meant what they said but none of them was one bit empathetic to the other. The beggar's speech only craved for sympathy while the man next to me was the pure opposite. Cold and bitter. Life had played her cards on them both and won. Or as Ugandans say, "life humbled them." The night was cold and it wouldn't stop drizzling. We had stopped by " Chicken Tonight" to buy some time off the disturbing weather.  "I was the sole beverage supplier of that city for close to 10 y...

Finally, he was in today's dream destination. A place patronized for its beauty and high end lifestyle. What more could he asked for. Many would not mind leaving this life after a mere successful journey to this pearl of the Middle East. It was 1pm. Dubai was not as hot as expected .He was glad he had come along with his jacket. Now in the arrivals queue, he found his way to the waiting area. Everyone seemed to be everywhere. Of course he first paused for a selfie. At the waiting area's extreme end. Richard paced restlessly around his seat. Droplets of sweat were now visible on his forehead in the City's cold breeze. " Whats going on ?" He subtly wondered as he attempted to make another call. His host's phone was suddenly not reachable. They had planned to meet at the airport earlier on before he left from Uganda. Now, there he had it. Ghosted. It felt like there was no one anywhere now. He didn't know a soul in this big city. He had now given ...

"She envied you but deeply admired you. Every statement I made about you gave her the picture of the woman she had always wanted to be. I couldn't help but bring your name up mindlessly in her face. Everytime,"I lowered my gaze as I realized how deep I had gone with this talk about my ex. Perhaps that's how much the woman across the table meant to me. The evening had been a beautiful one afterall. Imperfect situations always turn out to be the most perfect moments. We had trodded from our business meeting venue. Now in the heart of the city, in a rear basement restaurant. Barely populated, we could almost hear each other's blinks. She maintained a comfortable body language, like always. The short phrase had sunk deep into her and she obviously looked flattered . We both knew it but barely could do a thing about it. Nostalgic moments like this had filled up most of our conversations. Even over the shortest voice calls. " Ngooluddeyo boss wange,...

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Sipping on a dark coffee Staring at the smoke after every puff He finds a home away from home A motherland now crippled By a handful of selfish humans  The bullet finally replaced his ballot She had told him she was his alone Now in a land that is not even his He wanders to wonder How it ended with such ease Months behind closed doors  Living through lively nights and dead days She doesn’t like the girl in the mirror Lowering her gaze under the light Wishing days could only be nights But it took only close to an overnight For her to get to know she was the pearl In the dark sea’s deep depth Controversies and toxic feuds  Another is like a refugee in a land of his own The rut getting deeper but camaraderie stronger But with a playful weekend for them all Even the scars are starting to fade  Perhaps asylum has sought them عبدالجبار  Kampala Nov 2023

I   am still learning how to walk The talk has been a big part of me Getting all your adrenaline rushing Only to call in and find me  Barely started with my race As I make baby steps A talk starts to walk about What is he up to these days? My limbs threaten to quit  But my subconscious sleeps on it This walk is getting better Better and better every other day I only hope I don't wander I am also learning to be much calmer Everytime that I feel closer I feel a deep love For my brothers  Everytime I see them having my back These men from other mothers They've been pillars in my deepest agonies At least I am breathing Always up and kicking Reaching out for the best And having it together with the rest A lesson many young men haven't Lord am grateful My glass is half full but my heart is full I often shrink but you always magnify me My chest is warm amidst these hustle horrors But I equally grin within, I'm freaking elated Jabbar, Nov 2023

Only One knows Where I get this courage To smile in the worst of days And be gratified with the least of bread In an age that has lost all trust in us The genuine smiles being only diplomatic With barbed strings attached to generosity Only turning you and I more skeptical Somewhere in the hearts of men Still lies benevolence As homo sapiens, Filling our emptiness with camaraderie Is one subtle essential often ignored So take the first step Be the reason behind another's smile Shut out all the pessimism Give selflessly The world will have every reason to giveback. عبدالجبار  Kampala 18/10/23

I am trying to live a full life again Though it all seems like yesterday If memories could only be written in pencil, My brain's wrinkles would be lesser. As erasing would no longer be much of a pain I am still learning how to look within  To find my gem amongst the rocks. Seems further everytime I reach out Feels heavier everytime I reach it. Throwing me into a merry-go-round of déja Vus My arms are still wrapped around consistency though. I am starting to see things inside out Or rather, upside down, whatever! I will get me a rose flower tonight To give more thought to the beauty... ...of the thorns on the stem from which she stood out. 'cause her charming petals may not really last.

Before you step out this day Take caution You're gonna see a lot of ways That claim to be the solution Yet only swaying you away Take caution Everyone else is thinking their own way Yet the world is as well filled with notions  Claiming 'wisdom' so you have neither say Nor freedom to take the right decision As you return from your day Know that this world hasn't the ultimate satisfaction Something way better awaits So let it be only a contribution To your best life after the end of days. As you let this sink Consider quitting the rat race Or just dont let it be The only race you ever ran.. ..for there is one better That you could actually  win. The choice is yours though, Jabbar

Life is a broad spectrum of things, experiences, people, places, and much more. From this, we get a chance to learn timeless lessons that are truly priceless. Most of the older generation tends to have seen a lot more than the younger one often times, making them a primary source of all these beautiful lessons. However, there are but a few key areas that at least every individual's life rotates around. No matter the generation, the importance of knowledge, good bodily health, and cleansed souls cannot be ignored at any one point. Though most of us realize this a bit late, so what is the least we can do?  Convenience is all we've ever sought ever since the invention of the wheel. We are an intelligent species, solving everything that seems like a problem in our eyes. Even when the solution is a greater problem. With the emergence of companies Jumia and the like, you might not leave your seat to buy the smallest item. Even your nearest Duuka gives free del...

As I read, so I shall write. The written word has indeed thrived over the centuries. An art that gave the few who harnessed it ranks over men of their nations, from Socrates, to Shakespeare to J.K Rowling, the list is endless. This is indeed one of the most reliable mediums our forefathers have been able to communicate with us. Giving you the feeling of the presence in their past, long gone moments. What other conceivable way have we to make use of that is suitable,...for every edge?  This brings us to this part for as I listen, I shall grasp . Call it oral culture. To date, some societies have clung to this and have nevertheless thrived equally, or even profoundly more than others. Word for word, books like the Quran have been passed down over to generations through a period of more than 1400 years. Earlier, the process of memorizing involved off-head recitation, then later encoded and compiled into the text from which most Muslims of today now pick it. This is one b...