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 [...]
Posted by: Mataachi on: August 27, 2007
Crash my naivety some more. Prove to me again and again that there are no goddesses. That I have been fooling myself. I have come to you over and over, like the dog that loves to be kicked, to be shown again how false are all my illusions. This is the year when I lose [...]
Posted by: Mataachi on: June 6, 2007
(This Post is for Scotchbiscuits, Dennis Matanda, Ishta, Jackfruity, Magintu and my new notebook. You guys brought me back in more ways than you’ll ever know.)
“I’ll try to make the sun shine brighter for you. I will even play the fool, if it makes you smile…After all is said, after all is done, I would [...]
Posted by: Mataachi on: May 16, 2007
“Let me take your life and make a song out of it.”
I knew a girl once. A wonderful girl I met one day who was the most beautiful girl in the world. A girl everyone I knew wanted to go out with. A girl who until me had not gone out with any of the [...]
