But now this place holds my pillow. And the flowering seeds of my child. Come to visit me instead. When the leaves let go of branching flesh. Where orange and gold burst forth. And rain chased them into rivers. As a thousand boats of gold. Swirled and twirled upon streaming creek. And disappeared under the stone arches. The joy of being Grannie. A few years back I.

The Kampala Junior Team International Supporters Club. FINALLY IVAN FINDS A FUTURE AT KAMPALA JUNIOR TEAM. Five years ago, Ivan Musinguzi, 15 years, from Mukono, lost both his parents. He stayed with his grandmother who was the only relative willing to give him shelter, but little did he know that it was a strategic plan by his grandmother to take all that was left to him by his parents.

Random posts from the inks of my mind. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page. Enter your email address to receive notification when a new post is up. To the girl with whom I might have shared a man. Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.

Reaching the parts of your mind that other blogs merely make a feint at. We talked for a thousand years. Through drizzle dark and dreary. We came to a city in chaos. That teemed with men in black. And a wind that bit hard. We dreamt of midnight summer. To the halls of exchange.