In times of economic instability and social upheaval, traditional avenues for activism and community engagement often falter. Yet, within...

Dear Mom, I don’t think there are enough words in the world to truly express how much I appreciate you, but today, I’ll try. Thank you,...

Dear Fellow Traveler, On this day when the world seems wrapped in shades of red and pink, when flowers exchange hands and love notes find...

My dear traveler , I have a serious problem. My period has decided to go on strike! It packed its cramps, mood swings, and chocolate...

Dear Stranger, I may not know your name, where you are, or what you’ve been through, but maybe, just maybe, we shared the weight of...

In the 1990s, there was a game called 'Duulu' that became very popular in many households around Kampala. We played it using the seeds of...

Dear Young self, Don't fear to live life because those people stopping you ,you just dont have balls to do so .Keep exploring, living in...

This past weekend, I had the absolute joy of attending the fourth edition of Qweshunga, and if I had to sum up the experience in one...

Over the weekend, the 5th edition of the Gathering of Givers reaffirmed the boundless generosity of Ugandans, bringing together...

As we approach the 4th edition of Qweshunga Day, it’s clear that this event has become more than just an annual gathering for fun and...

On Thursday, August 23rd, CivSource Africa in partnership with Qweshunga Initiative Limited announced the launch of the 5th edition of...

To me, you are my hero. Ever present listener, strong and brave yet very calm, kind, and sweet, crowned with wisdom. You are a silent...

Dear Mumzy, I am presenting my birthday gift to you but I want you to read this before you open it. Happy birthday, I want you to know...

Hima Residential Camp, Kasese-Hima. 5th May, 2024. Hello Mummy, This is your baby girl. You now I have grown up quite fast though I wish...

Dearest Mama, Let me hope you are doing fine and healthy. I want to take this opportunity to thank you for the love and care you have...

Rwiza cleared her throat, with her hands held together as if getting ready for mass, she opened the kitchen door. Mummy can I please take...

Time topples back at a memory tiny like a fly yet vivid like my first step on the stage of Uganda National theatre. I grew up from an...

Jane and Mary are friends and they both like to play hide and seek after school. One Monday afternoon after school, Jane’s mother asked...

So many games we played and some came with interesting lessons, albeit embarrassing. Other times it was just plain childhood farce.

I really enjoyed my childhood, lots of fun, no complications. I played hard and slept well, no insomnia. Occasionally my sisters with...