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Pineapples Remind Me of the Place I Call My Home
It might be both a good and a bad thing to attach meaning to things. I was just eating pineapples for dinner and was reminded of the place I call my home. How in the evenings my father would bring a pineapple or two and I would groan (when he’s not around, of course) after…
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#SantaIsOverParty
Recently, I came across this tweet: I actually never thought of it that way, ever, until just a week ago and I felt that this tweet has so much truth in it that I needed to write something on it. So let’s get on with it. Before anything else, I’ve never watched this Grinch movie.…
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A Very Short Time in Kampala
It must be amazing to go to bed after seeing a view like this (sorry it’s a bit blurry, I’m not a professional photographer). From the fourth floor of a building in Bukoto area in Kampala, I almost dropped my jaw. I had never seen anything like it, honestly. The part of Dar es Salaam…
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The Perks of Reading The Perks of Being A Wallflower
I remember when I was in high school. I hated every moment of it. I told myself I would try hard to “participate” while in university. And I am trying. Trying. In The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky shows us how challenging it can be to “participate”, especially when you’re what most people call…
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Spring
It’s finally Spring! Gone are the heavy jackets and dark-colored clothing, the annoying scarves and gloves that make you want to scream each time you have to open your iPhone with Touch ID. Now it’s the season of floral mini-skirts and light stockings. The season to go on picnics and not worry about taking walks…
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Long Live the Boybands
It was probably you or your annoying 13-year-old cousin sister who had just gotten her first smartphone. Sometimes it was basically everyone on the internet. The sound of boy bands equaled high-pitched screams and gags. Though there are many, it is important to acknowledge the impact of one important boy band of this decade; One…
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The Ocean
To some people, the ocean seems like a scary place where you can die. First of all, you can die anywhere. But that’s not the point here. The ocean is like this magical if you think of it. I’ve dreamt of the ocean long before I first watched Sebastian sing that super catchy song ‘Under…
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What’s On Your Mind?
The first time I picked up a paint brush was on a Sunday afternoon about a month ago. I was in a room full of art such as paintings and potteryware and people who make these for fun and others who are professionals. It never occurred to me that I would come to love and…
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My Dearest Dar
In the evening the sun goes down behind the palm trees, slowly, like how the noises change. You won’t know how it went from hearing cacophonies from the streets to the sound of Bongo Flava blasting on speakers not far from where you sleep. If you’re still in the city center sunset will be the time…
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