SECRET GARDEN by Hasheem Deza from Malawi

I grieve and mourn, where my secret garden lies
Or my dull heart bereaves the fairer rose
One once brown at last dies
Like a ripen apple on its tree falls
It is no more, was once but no more Continue reading SECRET GARDEN by Hasheem Deza from Malawi

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18 & IN LOVE: TROUBLE IN PARADISE (part 4)

Authored by: Edith Mukyala (Uganda, East Africa)
I heard the door open with the squeak…aww breakfast in bed! It was beautiful. All the sweet words I had been waiting for came in at that moment. He promised me all the things a young girl could ever want! At that moment, we built our home, envisioned our two children, and planned our wedding vows! Continue reading 18 & IN LOVE: TROUBLE IN PARADISE (part 4)

18 & IN LOVE: JUST THE TWO OF US (part 3)

Authored by: Edith Mukyala (Uganda, East Africa)
He had a quiet neighbor. Like any young man developing himself, he had the necessities. A not fancy yet fancy flat screen, comfortable chairs, a beautiful center table. He was actually organized and neat. He had the food carefully stored in dishes. OMG! He could cook!!! This was it…this was the kind of man my mama told me to look out for! Continue reading 18 & IN LOVE: JUST THE TWO OF US (part 3)

Nezihe Izmiroglu & the Bravery, Rhythm, Elegance of the Turkish

We caught up with the radiant Nezihe Izmiroglu in an exciting and informative interview about the Turkish people.

A little about yourself and which part of the world you are from.
Hello! My name is Nezihe Izmiroglu. I started my journey on Earth in the Agean part of Turkey 45 years ago. I have worked with banks, managed companies, and currently I am teaching in a small international school in Kampala. I lived in Romania, Turkey and China before I moved to Uganda. I am a mother of two daughters, one 22 and the other 17 years old. I am recently and happily divorced. Continue reading Nezihe Izmiroglu & the Bravery, Rhythm, Elegance of the Turkish

18 & IN LOVE: CANDLELIGHT DINNER (part 2)

Authored by: Edith Mukyala (Uganda, East Africa)
It was a candlelight dinner like the ones you see in the movies. Just him and I. Admiringly, I looked at him as he sat on the other side of the table. At that moment I hated the obstacle between us—the dinner table. I wanted him all to myself. Dinner was served! I ordered the easiest meal! I didn’t want to embarrass myself with a fallen fork on the floor. Fries and liver it was…he opted for rice and chicken curry. Continue reading 18 & IN LOVE: CANDLELIGHT DINNER (part 2)