The Island and Jackee made us friends   Day 3 My writing muse has no sense of time while on Bulago. It wakes me up at 3.30 am.  Don’t ask me what a muse looks like because I have no idea! That's why I haven't assigned it a specific gender, all I feel is this persistent nagging anxiety envelope me. Eventually I give up the tug of war between...

 when your creativity needs a holiday... Day 1 I arrive at the beach house in a Special Hire an hour before the 8.30 am departure time. I am relieved. I silently mutter a prayer of gratitude that the Kampala morning traffic did not disrupt my schedule or my mood.  The beach house is still the same as last year. My eyes are yet to see the ACTUAL beach house they...

Making: Our 1st anniversary of this blog. Actually we made it on the 30th October 2016. Wooooo Hoooooo! ( Should I write about it? No. Shall celebrate privately.) Drinking: Celery Juice. I love it (surprisingly) Reading: Just finished reading Daring Greatly by Brene Brown (look this lady up and thank me later) Playing: I need to get Nintendo Wii. Super Mario...