Posted by: Mataachi on: September 26, 2007
I’m the swimmer against the tide, the runner to the center of the maelstrom while with flaming clothes leaps for the lifeboats are made. Thomas Eakins was my hero and Winslow Homer paintings are ever in my minds eye. I’m going back, coming back to you who all others are forsaking, coming home. I have [...]
Posted by: Mataachi on: September 24, 2007
The day Fiona called is the day I left my house on the hill in Ntinda. The day Fiona called is the day I never went home again. The day Fiona called is the day I stopped using my first Mango line. The day Fiona called was the first evening I did not walk Kampala [...]
