WHO WILL MARRY ME?

The night was deliciously cold as usual in Kampala and as always, it reminded me of my hometown, Jos, but I couldn’t savor the feeling because I had made a grievous mistake. Little did I know, the oncoming morning would bring me to a philosophical stand still about an issue i thought I was decided…

Dear God, You just may end up alone in that your house.

My Father, which art in heaven, Before I begin my complain or statements or possible accusations; because frankly with how I am feeling, I do not know the tone this letter will take, let me remind you of what Nana from Pankshin said. You remember how Nana was very staunch and tied to her traditional…