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BIRUNGI

BIRUNGI Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, there was a girl. She had no sisters, no brothers and no cousins. She had only her mother for comfort, and only her father for a companion. Her name was Birungi. Birungi was no ordinary girl. She was a pride of her family, no matter how small, and a whisper in every home on the village. You see, Birungi was so good at conversation she could make a baby speak in tongues. Her mother was proud of her; her father never hesitated to show off to his friends how intelligent she was. Every time they organised beer parties on Friday evenings, Birungi told them stories that she had learnt from her mother. Sometimes her father thought she exaggerated them, and he laughed at how many jokes she could tell in one night. Birungi was always sent on errands and she returned well without injuries. She fetched water, collected grass for the kitchen floor, and did all things a child could do, being an only child. One day, she was sent to fetch f

Nitumwesiga: YOU AND I

Nitumwesiga: YOU AND I : YOU AND I. Let’s start by stopping and looking around:   There is no one watching. And even if they were, Let’s just let them wat...

YOU AND I

YOU AND I. Let’s start by stopping and looking around:   There is no one watching. And even if they were, Let’s just let them watch And go on ahead. Let’s ask some questions, and give each other answers. Let’s clear our doubts, it’s only fair. Let’s not be afraid of talking and asking. We are yet so young, we need no wrinkles. We are frightened, some times, I guess, But let’s just break free Like rain from clouds. Let’s chat about our past, And dream about the future. Let’s tell each other stories, we’ve just began. Let’s not make the mistakes our forefathers made, Let’s not regret, we know what we want. Let’s not be fixed to the rules of the past, Let’s craft our own rules and break them if we like. Let’s dart to the square, when we hear the drum, Let’s drum ourselves when the drummer gets weary. And let’s dance to the drums when our hands get tired. Let’s grab a taxi away from town. Let’s stroll on the hushed path and feel the cool b