sunset saga

Adede Owalla is an educationist whose pieces I find very helpful and inspirational. He's an all round author and a thespian who has mastery of literature. This is a story by him about a school girl who lived miserably because of being misunderstood.  In a school whose name won't be of much significance... One Friday evening a dormitory captain  brought up a case of a form two girl that the students  believed to be a member of some satanic cult and reported it to the boarding mistress. The captain claimed that the woman had unusual conversations with unseen spirits in the middle of the night and occasionally ran across other students as they wandered the dormitory area while everyone was asleep.  The previous night, at around 2:00 AM, two students who had gone outside for a call of nature observed someone at the literacy garden, which was next to the hostel. They raised the alarm among the other students, and the security guards came to the rescue. The literacy garden was a smal

In the Katwe slum of Kampala, Uganda, in 2014, a young guy by the name of Daouda Kavuma saw a group of three children who would perform for the people in exchange for fruits or a few cents. only three at the time. Daouda discovered that these children never had a place to call home and did not attend school. They subsisted on the fruits and cash that their audience gave them. Daouda was moved by their predicament and decided to take them in, provide for them, feed them, and train them. He gave the children the name Ghetto Triplets, then changed to Ghetto Kids, and enrolled them in a nearby school. Later, he discovered that other children in Katwe were experiencing a similar situation to them. At that point, he contemplated filing Ghetto Kids as an orphanage. The three founding members of their group—dance, theater, and music—were symbolized by their original moniker, Ghetto Triplets. Kavuma utilizes dance to help the kids have fun, but his main objective is to provide them an education

Today I almost made fortunes in town from the touts after a police officer gave me his cap to carry. Coincidentally I was in a blue shirt, with a blue notebook and a reflector.  Just to make use of the few minutes I had the mandate of an officer I pointed a finger at a driver just to see his reaction and he saluted me. Waaaaaw!  This story is not about reflectors, note books and touts.  What do you know about Wilhelmina Lancaster?  Sister Wilhelmina Lancaster's body was discovered intact this week, four years after her burial, when the abbess and other nuns chose to relocate it to a last resting place within their monastery chapel, as is customary for founders and foundresses.  Although the body was not embalmed and the wooden coffin had a break down the middle that allowed in moisture and dirt for an unknown amount of time over those four years, the Benedictine Sisters discovered a casket with an apparently intact body instead of the bones they had anticipated to find. Sister Wilh

First, we all have to agree that very few things on earth come close to Chapattis in terms of 'slaps'. Like literally Chapos go beyond just food for the stomach. It is food for the soul as well, a pain reliever, it depresses anxiety, dissolves stress and numbs depression.  Second, we must also accept that the quality of chapattis depends on the person making the Chapos and not the pan entirely.  I came across these chapos at Pamella Oduor's Kitchen, the spice land and couldn't resist taking a couple of glances at them. Then my mother crossed my mind. Just as her last foot finished crossing, Mathayo came right behind her. My mom made me trust chapos. She made me believe that there's no other meal that edges close. Her chapos are not a collection of album tracks, just greatest hits only. Mathayo is a Chapati mastermind based in Kahawa. He's the cult in this area but unlike Mackenzie, he feeds his followers chapos. Also unlike Mackenzie, tunachopigana nacho tunakij