When I was in Uni I’d go to this makeshift gym at a place called Nsambya Sharing Youth Center in Kampala. It was a dark dungeon of sorts, a rectangular room with grills for windows and walls peeled of …
There was ghoulishness at the hospital at night. When the footfalls fell away and the lights along the corridors seemed to scream louder than the screeching silence. Doctors emerged from doorways peering at clipboards in their hands. Occasionally an …
Lying in bed with a wicked malaria fever, I’d hear the distant sound of a football being kicked in the far distance, and the rising and falling of players’ voices. I was maybe four or five. We lived in …
