The screen lights up. The number on the phone’s display, unrecognisable. He lets it keep ringing, thinking about how often he’s regretted taking calls from unknown numbers. His “Who is this?” countered by, “Who are you also?”. The mere recollection makes him kiss his teeth.
They have another king now.One brought here on a boat.For me, they no longer bowThey would defy me for an idea,One they cannot see,Cannot feel, cannot hear Oh, how we’ve fought.
His body lies there, motionless. What blood remains, trickles slowly from the gaping wound, flowing to the corner in which she has sought refuge.She can’t escape him. Even in death. This was supposed to make it all go away. It was the only way. The blood draws nearer. She retches.
Dear Earnest, Thank you for your letter. I was touched by you (no homosexual). It is not usual that a person in the newspapers supports a fellow artist, even less usual is when that person in the newspapers is on the internets. I much appreciate you becoming a page in my facebook also. It feels…
A young woman identified only as Mama Deborah has stepped forward and added her two cents to the Gay Pastor saga. After it was revealed that Kayanja paid his alleged victim shs.2m, Deborah said she would have let him take her using whichever point of entry he desired and she would have charged less. “The…
I use Boda Bodas regularly. What can I say; they are a convenient way of getting around. So anyway, about two weeks ago I was heading to Nakawa and I was accosted by one of them Boda-Riders. As is the tradition, I had a figure etched in my mind, a price ceiling if you will….
Philip wakes up with a start, his forehead awash with sweat. His breathing comes out in spurts and his heart palpitates at an alarming rate. The room is dark, so it takes him a while to figure out where he is. He reaches around and finds it. The lamp by his bed side. That…
There’s a bright flash. Well, it would be pretty ridiculous if it was any other kind of flash, but this thing hurts my eyes. I don’t know where I am for a minute, and then, suddenly, I do.
Last night was a trip; he’s never had a hangover this bad. There are gaps, blank spaces from the night past of which memories refuse to form. There are bits and pieces, but that’s all. The phone rings. And rings. And rings. He wants to ignore it. Call back later, he tries to will his…
So I’m watching this thing on Nickelodeon… first off, I’d like to state that I did die a little inside when watching this station. I hate myself for laughing at SpongeBob‘s shite. I feel like a part of me has been taken and kept on some shelf in Annoying Animation Heaven. I am glad to…
