From October 2017, Deyu African and PEN Uganda shall collaborate to publish a series of critical articles and creative work from Ugandans whose lives have been touched by the criminal justice sector.
International PEN-Uganda Centre, also known as Ugandan PEN is a branch of PEN International, a not-for-profit international organisation that champions freedom of speech and literature across borders
The first time he kissed me, it was on the forehead.
Mr C was leaving the city soon after that first meeting, so we arranged to get together again before he left. When he texted to cancel, saying he was unwell, I rushed out to buy a recharge card for my phone. I tried to call, but he didn’t pick up. I became worried about him.
Mr C called the following day, and told me that he was still ill and couldn’t leave his hotel.
‘It’s fine. I just want you to get well,’ I stuttered into the phone.
‘I’m leaving tomorrow. Won’t you come see your sick father?’ My mouth dropped open, I was too stunned to reply. ‘It’s okay if you don’t want to. I see you don’t trust me after all and that’s really sad. I’ll see you when I return. You just take care, okay?’
‘Wait!’ I blurted. ‘I’ll come.’
Shortly after I hung up my phone beeped with a text message bearing the address of his hotel.
Jennifer Chinenye Emelife writes fiction, nonfiction and poetry.
In 2016, she participated in the Writivism Creative Nonfiction
Workshop in Accra, and the Short Story Day Africa Flow Workshop in
“You really ought to be over this by now”, said one of my best friends.
“Really, you should learn to forgive and forget,” another exasperated member of my inner circle told me. “Make a decision and deal with it.”
Human beings have different emotional thresholds. Some people can just shrug while others take it in through their noses and ears till it permeates every aspect of their life. People have been known to end their lives over problems that you, their very good friend, think are trivial.