Filed under African-ness

Speaking Out

I know it was not popular, but Idi Amin’s choice to throw out the Indian population did not just come out of thin air. Continue reading


Being more

This week I’m contemplating what it means to have a brand and what I want mine to be. It is not going well. I like Kente cloth and African prints done in Danish wax. I’m gong NUTS with African Fashion on Tumblr.       How to translate these into a brand is going to … Continue reading

The changing times

It has turned out to be one of those days. My protagonist and I are eyeing each other from across the page. He wants to be the quintessential hero, filled with lovable quirks and easy-to-forgive flaws, but equipped with hidden strength and talent ready to burst forth and save the bloody day. No. No little … Continue reading

Getting Political

Gabby Douglas! YAY! Dumb tweeters… may molten rock find you wherever you are and BURN everything that is you. It is no secret that I am very feminist, exceedingly Afrocentric and strong proponent of natural hair. I wear mine in box braids or twists and just let my hair do what it is going to … Continue reading

(Unnamed) Weekly Series

I’m starting a weekly series where the stuff I haven’t blogged about get listed just so you can have the information too. 1. My sister‘s birthday!! I haven’t seen her since 2007 and I miss her. I think in some ways she knows this. If you read this, I love you! 2. People who can’t … Continue reading

The Lost Libraries of Timbuktu

When I first heard about Timbuktu, I was a sixteen-year-old O-Level student at Gayaza High School. I doubt very much, that my bored history teacher could have passed on information about that city that would have interested me. She always sat in her chair and read her old notes to us that we had to … Continue reading

AfroFest 2012

Every summer a celebration of the African Culture is held in Toronto. A park is assigned and people with a little African in them ,including those who claim the teeniest bit from 1.8 million years ago, gather to purchase┬ámerchandise, eat gobs of mostly Caribbean food, look upon one another with interest and listen to a … Continue reading

What I’m thinking today

I love brown people. When I see them on the street my heart lifts, I want to catch their eye, say hello, wish them well that day and leave them with good feelings about someone else. When my father visits the West, he will point and say “Hey, look! A Mukiga!” (we are bakiga, the … Continue reading