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My Father chose to name me Yasser Arafat when I was born to affirm his allegiance to the ex Palestinian leader whose people he empathised with. Such is the nature …
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I can’t with certainty declare the number of times Mother begged God for a child, just one child. However, I know that she did endure the trauma of miscarriage not …
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High school, senior two: I was 15 when I had my first boyfriend, a bright-eyed boy I’d met at the school I studied at. Everyone fondly called him Kabz. Kabz …
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Throughout my days here, I’ve done a few jobs society frowns upon. During my senior six vacation, I got hired to work as a bartender in Mbarara. I found my …
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My Old man was a Boda Boda rider for as long as I could remember, rising early, returning late. Papa found sustenance for himself and us through his acts of …
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Papa was a good man, at least that’s what mama and we who constantly interacted with him knew. He devotedly loved God and God’s children. He shared the little he …