My Nudity,Rhetoric #UgBlogWeek

394439db8b07fe038b9ab84304f38faf‘Nze nina ekitone walayi…’ and then after another one goes humming “He wasn’t man enough for me…” Then why the hell did u pose naked for him, is it love or madness and men who publish do your pictures are drunk all their life?
Well its your “Ekitone” and since it’s one of the things we can’t borrow, knock yourself out but make sure when when you grow old and it also grows u don’t go crying or when u stop putting it to practice and the muscles get weak you can still say “I wore my talent like heels on a soggy ground in my days”.
Well, am not sure what I want to communicate but am just saying, maybe I am wondering what pride is in having your nudes published and what does society find so fun about sharing nakedness especially the youth and men? (okay its like asking what is cool about porn?) but yes what?
What happened to the society where women where raised to fear their vaginas, respect their nakedness and sex was only bedroom talk even when you had to be discussing it with your sisters it was bedroom talk.
I am not saying that we shouldn’t discuss sex publicly because i am one of the few who love to do that or that we should fear our vaginas.I am simply wondering what happened to the women who are supposed to be like role models playing the part, what happened to tradition, what happened to men (because if u two agreed then why publish the nudes?) revenge?
Maybe the society i live in has lost its morals, maybe the liberty is taken for granted.Maybe i love the era where we were taught to fear all this because the decency and respect was soaring.
Men like to mislead us. They enjoy seeing a woman dressed skimpy but most of them would never take such for a wife.

Why do female nudes sale more than Male nudes, do women find them embarrassing?


The Church #UGBlogWeek


6498b752c9df5254d4197ab5ecb7a55dI could say,religion raised me. Growing up, it was unheard of to go to church in trousers. I was a tomboy and i loved jeans but Sundays while i got ready for Sunday school, you would hear my mothers voice echoing,’Trousers do not go to church or short skirts Sharo!’ And that way the girl in me was discovered. I argued that the bible says ‘come as you are’ but maybe till today, my thought of it was/is a complete version of the scriptures. “come as you are you who are week and heavy laden” NOT those naked because you are being fashion forward. Before i got saved, each time i visited a pentecostal church i was depressed by the dress code and sometimes i felt like walking up to someone and say “those are leggings not jeans! or those are tights not trousers or that skirt is too club like to be seen in this realm.”.

Maybe my mother knew the meaning of proverbs 22:6 or some children are just big headed so they depart from these ways but sincerely,how do you feel comfortable in thigh high damaged jeans and a crop top inside church. Okay, its trendy but how do you leave your room/house and go to church dressed to destruct? I could promise you that it’s the devil building a destruction tower in you and you need to learn to dress for and to the occasion because the last i checked, fashion was about that besides being trendy.

Last Sunday as i walked out of church after the service, a lady walking infront of me was wearing body stockings (you could call them tights) and a netted shrug dress-top. i could swear she had a problem with her head. Do your mothers dress like that to church? for heaven-sake its a church service NOT blankets and wines. Kindly be modest, respect the place or do you forget, Your body is the temple of the lord and be mindful how yo treat and use it. Even christian men are human, LEAD them not to temption!

They say the church isn’t a place for saints only, I am not saying do not come to church because you have no decent dressing all am saying be mindful of the image you wear. If it does not give glory to his name, kindly invest in one decent outfit.

Well, i will share a few pictures and please pick a leaf! (ooh i was dying to blog about this!)

Fort Portal

IMG-20151015-WA0016IMG_20151011_131434IMG_20151011_131601IMG_20151009_211554IMG_20151014_200644I had taken this same trip or so it felt. The smoothness of the journey the view, the stops,i had been to them all and seen them only that this was my first time (when i reason) to visit fort portal that’s if my memory didn’t fail me.
But well, a lovely trip it was. I wonder why i had not done this long ago(10 towns r on my bucket list now). Somewhere below the babies of Rwenzori like my new friend a called them, is Kichwamba a small village yet so cute Oh My! even the cold and rainy days didn’t just stop me from taking walks. For sure it was so cold it felt like winter during Autumn.Now the fact that the weather was bad in such a beautiful town, I didn’t forget to share my salvation Joy. A lovely Family hosted us(yes us, means i traveled with family) very prayerful, superb at cooking (Trust i have not eaten such food my whole life) Mushroom in beef stew, kalo, greens made like the Itesots’ bbo soup, pumpkin with salt,eeh! food was food and with the way i love dinning even when my intake is not much, they had me eating more than i normally do. Now, our host took us to visit her neighbors and before living each house we prayed with them, laughed and made fun of our Mpaako’s (pet Names) especially mine because i insisted i wanted to be called Araali which is for the male Gender yet its not possible according to culture yet the male can share some female pet names, it was frustrating but well i ended up with Atwooki which i didn’t like but well, blessings are not thrown away. There is this one family we visited. A lady in he 80’s barely strong enough to support herself getting up, tired, weary and sad and in her eyes you would see he pain and Anguish. While others grew flowers of had well trimmed lawns in the back yard (i was challenged at how beautiful these lawns in different households looked. The green was like of a golf pitch) hers had twelve, yes Twelve graves cemented and well kept. It reminded me of the army Cemetery i had seen in Jinja. Very well organized like they were on parade so clean yet sooo silent. Not even a cock’s crow would be heard in her home. The silence was deafening. At the front laid her mother in law and husband well fenced. She had 14 children a loving husband and a mother in law we all desire. (So,you have all your children and husband alive and you are still seeking miracles or can’t even remember to pray). She still believed in Christ and believed all things work together for good for those that love him and living according to his purpose. My Spirit told me ‘Sharon,this woman will not live to see more graves, to bury her children and feel this pain.’A new day for her at least she ought to be happy before she goes to meet her God one day. My heart sunk seeing these graves.(i have only seen my grandparents graves en burried only them, but even then I didn’t feel as painful as i felt. But i mean, we serve a living God. My darling Brother led us in prayer and we left.

Now each time i heard “Abaana B’engoma” I didn’t understand. we went to my mother’s friends house. From the drive way you would smell Royalty. A joyful not so tall lady living in this house by herself, with a house help and Her 95 year old mother (anha!you heard me.95years old) that is shocking and you could be wondering,if she has teeth,can talk, walk,my great grand died almost 99 she couldn’t do either so i was also shocked. What was more glorious was that she was reading her bible. From the six families visited, its the only house we didn’t lead prayer, this old lady led us. How humbling! (And you still see this and say i didn’t see God move) I wasn’t just challenged, i was brought to my knees to thank God i had lived long enough to see it all. I wont finish but Amidst the cold days, camp fires, fun on the trip, photos, visiting the palace, see rats as big as rabbits and the noise. I learnt to use everything God has given me for his glory and to always be thankful.

puzzle lines#

under a beautiful dark sky,
dazed with twinkling stars
heaven awaits,glory precedes
a young virgin night.
echoes of laughter from a distant east
click beetles make merry as they sing holiness
grace was for me.

drums resound,
women ululate and dance
we make happy.
love is lifted
but then silence falls,
tired heads bow to
a beautiful night under the stars.

MOONLIGHT (micro-poetry)

I wanna be able to look through my window every night and enjoy the kiss of a full moon on my face
Be spoilt consistently
under the dark skies
In the faint moonlight,
the grass is singing.
the sound of silence screaming
my wine glass…


On the other end of Lake Victoria, on the island of Bugala, a shanty town lies. Kalangala is, or rather was Uganda’s goldfish. Made of 84 islands in Lake Victoria, the second largest fresh water lake in the world, with abundance of fish at least by 2011.

What has befallen Bugala Island, the largest of the 53 inhabited islands, with largest social infrastructure, hosting the seat of the district headquarters, may be compared to what befell Europe during the barbaric Ages of destroyed civilization. Unemployed farmers and subsistence fishermen barely surviving after BIDCO one of the largest consumer companies in east Africa, forced them off their land.

The farmers accuse BIDCO for colliding with Local officials to grab their land, wreck their crops, deforested and planted Oil palm trees. Over 18,000 acres of land have been destroyed. John Muyisa, a resident of Bumangi, says “in 2011, Ham Sempa sold off our land to BIDCO to start planting Oil palm trees. Our homes and crops were destroyed yet no compensation was made for the damage.” A few that were compensated were paid a sum of 50,000-100,000shs which they think was peanuts.
The farmers raised money with help from The Earth Uganda to sue BIDCO and court hearing started on 30th September 2015. High court judge, John Keitirima granted a temporary injunction stopping further evictions till case is heard on the 14th October 2015.

According to Mukasa Lugalambi, the Lawyer to the plaintiffs, “his clients were promised help from the first family by BIDCO to grab their land and now they are left displaced with no farm land or homes”.
Oil Palm Uganda Limited is a subsidiary of BIDCO Uganda. BIDCO Uganda is a joint venture formed between Wilmar International, Josovina Commodities and BIDCO Oil Refineries, a Kenya-based company.

(this is something outside what you know the Kadali for but it’s worth the read)*Disclaimer*


7cc50148172ccf3362dae4f87766f331I had crushed on him for so long, it hurt.

But finally he asked me out,

and i was so excited about my first date with him.

so many date nights followed and eventually i got bored

Or is it that i craved for more?

I hopped from one to the other seeking for more

this took all the time i should have spent with him

but the more bars i visited,

the more i hungered.

My heart swung back and forth

between the need for routine and the urge to run

but he still waited on me

Even when i dated him only over the weekend

because i didn’t have much to do anyways

every evening he sat at the place we first met

and every time i passed by.

last night, in his eyes i saw a light

like the first time we met , he blossomed.

This time he didn’t ask me to Date him, never did in the beginning,

i created excuse not to commit.

He asked me for a commitment.

i was now frustrated with sleepless nights

my days were not comfortable,

But, he had my attention.






She was the embodiment of beauty,

voluptuous without being too sensual.

Her chest merely ample and,

she had seen better.

but, when she rose up and

straightened her skirt with grace of a thousand angels,

boldness of Esther and a warm closeness of Ruth.

He hadn’t ever seen anything as gracious.

to be quite honest,

She didn’t just weaken his knees,

his body forgot it had knees.(one could see from a far he was falling)

its then and there that he started.


He Chose her then and over again.

led her to the alter and made his commitment

and that was the first time she shared his bed

their hearts beating closely together in darkness

he listened to her breathing,

watched her sleep and held her closer to his heart.


“It’s is not going to be easy”, she whispered.

‘It is going to be really hard,

we are going to work at it everyday,

I wont lie that you complete me, because then i will have cheated on God.

I need to do this because its not everyday I will want you,

but forever I will need you.

It is going to be us everyday and God

I am not an Esther,

I am Edith-Blessed

I can be a Rose of Sharon

you could call me your Rebekah-Servants’ answered prayer

But to you, God and my home i will remain Edith.

I chose you

And I choose you everyday.



IMG_20150702_214047I knew he was taking me a notch higher even when tears ran down my face in agony and all i could see was blood stained on my clothes. I could smile through my pain because i could feel my legs and my arms, as much as i couldnt raise them in worship, my heart was drowning in love. It is then that i confirmed that the best scent in this world, is that of a man you love. By the way he lavished his love on me like myrrh is the way i still felt. I smelt his prescence like a perfume bottle had just broken at my feet. Oh! how he loves me.

Yes it does bother me how you love when even when i feel unworthy

The way your eyes tear through the depth of my soul and cut through the thinness of my skin.

I still do not know how to water my garden on a daily yet you tirelessly teach me

The way you water and tender my bed of Asters just overwhelms me. It makes me wanna shout “WHO AM I?” but yet again want to just drown in your love and sink in your prescence.

Now i know, love doesnt have to be perfect, it just needs to be true and i shall let love guide my life

Calm my anxious spirit