On the streets of Kampala, where life moves fast, Two women walk, their hands close but never touching. They keep their love behind shuttered windows, Where prying eyes and laws can’t reach.The city breathes around them, But it breathes differently for them. Where others walk freely, they step cautiously, For love in the open is a dangerous thing.A glance, a brush of fingers, Could be enough…
In rainbow’s embrace, Every hue finds its own home, Love knows no borders.Yet, you draw the lines— Erase the colors you fear, But they shine brighter.You cannot smother The spectrum that love creates, For it blooms beyond.
I am made of the same stardust as you. The bones in my body, the veins that pulse with life, Are no different from the roots of a tree, Yet your eyes harden when I speak my truth.What is it you fear? Is it the unfamiliar shape of my love, The way it bends and curves in ways you cannot comprehend? Yet, love is not…
Born not of sin, but soft in nature’s womb, A heart that swells, like lilies in the spring, Why must you chain with words and laws of doom, What blooms as freely as the birds that sing?The heavens painted hues that shine so bright, Yet you deny these colors in your sight, For love that does not fit your rigid frame, You cast it out…
Kings and Queens of the Heart You speak of royalty with crowns and gold, Yet love—our greatest crown—you cast away. Two kings together, queens, you leave out cold, And on their heads, you cast a heavy stay.But love knows not the rules that you design, It flows like rivers, rich with every hue. So why must you deny what…
What happens when you challenge the establishment?…
The Great Delusion invites you into a…
—for Professor Alofoje Unuigboje— by Majekodunmi Oseriemen…
By Majekodunmi Oseriemen Ebhohon They say the…
