First of all this is like a 5 minute read and there are no illustrations. Secondly, the rain today inspired me to start a short series of a 20 something year old going about life in Kampala. Yes that would be me. I don't have a title for it yet. But today I figured why not … Continue reading Episode 1: The vision board had to go.
This post is basically a casting call for the Going In Style remake that we will do in another 50 years. I'm trying to keep us here longer. No we won't be robbing a bank like Morgan Freeman and his friends. Nothing obscene-but i promise that we will have the time of our lives and … Continue reading Eat Your Way To Health!
Last week, on Tuesday morning, my grandmother, Anna (it's a no brainer where I get this lovely name) passed on at the tender age of 94. I say tender because I realise that when you lose someone, even when they are 238 years old, you feel like you still need them around like 238 that's not enough time. She … Continue reading A tribute to my two favourite women.
It's quite cold right now in Kampala and honestly all I can think about is staying in bed and watching The Good Wife. Lamentations aside, Kampala Restaurant week started yesterday and I planned to finally check The Explorer out since one of my friends has raved about it more than enough times. I decided to … Continue reading Kampala Restaurant Week; THE EXPLORER
Hey good people 🙂 I hope you are all well and striving to live your best lives, listening to great music and eating the best food. Because that's what life should be about. I, on the other hand just got back from a much needed hiatus from writing which was great because I did what … Continue reading Back from the break!
Sundays are the perfect day to laze around and/or stay in bed and/or exert yourself the least. Even God requires us to rest on Sunday. I prefer going to mass on Saturday evening so I can comfortably have the DND sign on my door without too many questions- lol just kidding, I am an African … Continue reading Conversations Over Cocktails
Time check: 5 51am My Godmother wakes me up at that time. I don't know why it won't be 5: 50 or 6am. It's always 5 51am. Either way, I wake up looking like I chewed aloe vera at 5 49am. Please note that she wakes me up when she is 87.8% done with her … Continue reading To Reinvention.