Jul 5, 2017
4th of July Fireworks
Labels:
In America,
Photos
I'm an alien, a legal alien, a Ugandan mom in the Washington DC Metro area.
Jun 27, 2017
Funny, Talkative and Deaf on the D.C Metro Commute
Today I had a conversation with the funniest, most talkative, deaf man I've ever met.
So I was minding my own business as usual, waiting for the train, when this guy walked passed me and suddenly turned around. He tapped my shoulder.
DG: Excuse me!
Me: (I turn)
DG: Where are you from?
Me: Uganda
DG: (Drops his hands - the sparkle in his eye deems - he was
disappointed. He thought I was from Ghana.)
Me: You from Ghana?
DG: Yes! But I don't like Ugandans
I'm an alien, a legal alien, a Ugandan mom in the Washington DC Metro area.
Jun 8, 2017
Let’s Talk About Sex – there! I Said It.
America is such a vast country, my Uganda of 93,065 mi² can
fit in America’s 3.797 million mi² like 40 times. As such it mirrors how minute
my perspective is when immersed in its culture.
The topic of muse today – Sex Education. I couldn’t quite
find the right transition but here we are.
Do you recall when you first understood the difference
between the male and female anatomy and how they are beautifully designed by
God to create babies?
Labels:
Family,
In America,
Teenage
I'm an alien, a legal alien, a Ugandan mom in the Washington DC Metro area.
Jun 7, 2017
Teen- age: A Parent's Confession.
Labels:
Family,
In America,
Moments,
Teenage
I'm an alien, a legal alien, a Ugandan mom in the Washington DC Metro area.
May 24, 2017
I Want to Dance
When he says "May I have this dance"
I will gladly oblige
I want to get onto the dance floor and feel the rhythm in the soles of my feet
As it pumps to the beat of my heart
Takes me high into the realm of breathless allure
my body asks
my soul and my spirit thirst
More energy, more thrust, more shake,
Move, move, move
I want to hit that all time high under the spot light
He guides me with his strong arm
Moves his leg enough so I can lean on it
So I can turn on it
With his arm gentle but firm around my waist, I want to dance.
Dance till beads of sweat pour down my back leaving me drenched and exhilarated all at once.
I want to dance.
There's an applause 👏
I didn't realize the audience☺
Labels:
Creative non-fiction,
Photos,
Thoughts Poems Essays
I'm an alien, a legal alien, a Ugandan mom in the Washington DC Metro area.
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