Oh Uganda, May God Uphold Thee

When I was younger, I do not think I ever stopped to consider what it meant to be a Ugandan. Truthfully speaking, national pride wasn’t…

Let me tell you about my scars

Let me tell you about my scars, an assortment of blemishes and marks engraved in flesh. Evidence that I fell down seven times but still got…

Taking stock 2.0

October has been such a difficult month for me to navigate. Never have I been so in-doubt and insecure about my giftings, calling, and purpose….

Remembering September

September to me is a memorial; a reminder of when I reached the end of my road and came completely undone; broken into a billion…

Daddy’s Little Girl

One of the things I struggle with the most is the lie that I am forgotten; no one can claim me as their own. I…

Living With Depression

It was supposed to be a fun night out with the girls; free drinks and an out of town deejay. The stress of a rigorous…