The world, a river ever-changing, Swept by innovation’s tide, We stand on banks, futures rearranging, Where purpose and vision collide. But fear not the current’s fierce flow, For wisdom’s light can guide the way. With insights deep, our values aglow, We’ll navigate a brand new day. Empowered by knowledge, a map in hand, We’ll chart a course, a future bright. Unlocking potential, value at hand, We’ll face the dawn with all our might. Together we rise, a chorus strong, Leaders and learners, hand in hand. With data’s voice, a guiding song, We’ll build a future, vast and grand. For bridges of trust, across every shore, Connect us all, a tapestry…
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Missing Words as a Content Writer, you are not alone
Why do I miss out on words when I write? Your brain is much faster than your hands. Your tongue is also faster than your hands, that’s why you’ll never have this happen when you speak, only when you write. So, it’s easy for your hands to skip a word sometimes. You shouldn’t worry too much about this as it is perfectly normal. You are playing catch-up with your thoughts, so you are going to miss some of the words it’s dishing out for your writing. As a content writer, it must be frustrating missing out words, but you have no control over your brain which tends to interpret the…
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Missing Out Words While Typing, My Struggle.
“Here is your paper. You have very many sentences missing words, why do you think that happened?” This was the first time someone really comforted me with this hidden embarrassing and shamming trait in my writing. I was scared to answer. I didn’t know what to say to them, because really didn’t why that was happening. As a literature student, it was embarrassing to be good with your arguments but have such mistakes in your work. I had to work twice as hard to make sure my train of thought was shared well in my discussions and deliberation on paper as they were in my speech. I would have to…
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Hear To Heart
A flame keeps flickering and never dies.I buried myself in memoriesWhere are you who I’ve become addicted to?Misunderstanding curved into bones inch by inchSo stubborn to pretend to be okayFate is hard to predictLove is fragileI miss you. My heart filled with warm sadnessIt’s like a pair of wings.I can’t stop and I can’t fly awayI can only wander in the pastYou left without a goodbyeEven if it was for my sakewith such a burdenHow can I fly?Wearing my warmest sorrowAnd plant a room of wishesWe missed each other in the crowdIn each other’s hearts Always surging
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Do you know who you are?
“Hi, my name is Kahill Kuteesa, I am a multipotentialite.” “What does that mean?” ” These millennial and using big words which carry no weight” “Multi.. what?” These are some of the reactions I get when I introduce myself to a gathering. Today I got an inbox from a new friend on Facebook asking me what I mean with ” I am a multipotentialite” in my Facebook bio. New Friend and everyone else who has wondered but didn’t ask, this is what being a multipotentialite means. “A multipotentialite is someone with many interests and creative pursuits. Multipotentialites have no “one true calling” the way specialists do. Being a multipotentialite…
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Love Letter 15 verse 3 – (#UgBlogWeek)
It started from here https://kadaliblog.wordpress.com/2017/02/15/love-letters-15/ then landed here https://mablesrants.wordpress.com/2017/02/15/love-letters-15-verse-ii Now it’s here. We could have had it all, But you played my heart. You know how the time flies Only yesterday was the time of our lives, But now regrets and mistakes, they’re the memories made; Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste? You could have brought me diamonds and pearls, Taken me on cruises around the world, candle lit dinner And bubble baths, but you thought I wasn’t worthy it. Now only scars of your love remind me of us Keeping me thinking of how almost we made it They leave me breathless, helpless, thinking You lost the one…
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Pocket Full of Shy Part 3 – ( #UgBlogWeek)
Part 1 was started by Twonjex https://djtwonjex.wordpress.com/2017/02/14/pocket-full-of-shy/ Part 2 done by Kirabo https://kirabobyabashaija.wordpress.com/2017/02/15/ugblogweek-pocket-full-of-shy-verse-ii/ Here is my part… What is in the name when my heart already knows you? Should I really care bout that when my soul longs for you? Without knowing your name, my thoughts of you erase my sorrow, Leaving behind your face with a smile that melts me. I am afraid of knowing your name, It labels the being that take away my fears, The being that makes me shy. Let others know, like birds let them always sing your name. Your name is not important, its your heart that is. This was continued as below Part 4…
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#HearMyHeart: Dissociative identity disorder
…. this is a continuation of a blog I wrote last year about a mental disorder called Rage under the Uganda Blog Community (@Ugbloc) theme #HearMyHeart. She sat there and looked at me for what felt to be too long but was only 5 minutes. I think she was studying me. Checking out my reactions to her small comfy office. It was a cool small room, it felt like a box sealed into the building that housed it. It was a room cursed to listen in to many conversations and never tell. It was cursed to silence and with that, I conflicted to trust it. ‘Can we trust her?’ came…
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Ntinda Eyokya
…. this is the third part of a story that was started by Joel Nevender, and continued by Roland Niwagaba. There he was with his gu big nose, mean eyes that I had grown up hating, and his well-built fame body as if of a bouncer at one of those popular clubs in the city, holding my crush in a warm embrace in the picture. Here I was spooning his gal – my gal, my crush! He is an asshole she had said, treating her so bad with all the love she was pouring at him – in her bed, this warm comfortable, soft bed. Ohh the things we could…
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Stay Away
I had stayed away Away from the desire to indulge in your seduction Away from your sweet juicy words and promises Promises that are never fulfilled but easily said Promises with no roots, that weather in minutes Minutes that have me would if time matters Minutes never regained, yielded nothing. I was might to stay away Away from the draining need to embrace you Away from the captivity that comes with your smile Smile so dangerous insect flees Smile of all gifts, He gave in abundance Abundance is what I longed for Abundance is what you can’t provide. I was to stay away Away from the evil that…
