Announcing the 2024 Ibua Novel Manuscript Project winners!
🏆 Belongers by Doreen Anyango & Next of Kin by Gladwell Pamba
🎖️ Runner-up: The Oath by Muthoni wa Gichuru
3 powerful East African novels—coming 2026!
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"For the briefest moment in my preteen years, my siblings and I were taught how to fly a kite at a field near our home. Usually happening on a Saturday, in that middle time when it’s not too long after breakfast nor too far away from lunch,...
...About last names, about the ways in which the 'I Do' moment and carrying the husband's name might affect you. Positively or not.
Nah, I have not even read Rebeka Njau's book. But I've read this book review. Now I know I should find the book. Hallelujah!
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Hey hey,
The festive season is fast approaching and what's that aroma in the air?... Smells like Thanks-giving, family bonding, plenty of rest, good books and yummy meals!
Yasss...
My Father's Shoes by Henry Muguluma - Full story available on https://t.co/JfP7gWwzZr.
1. Visit Ibua website
2.On the menu, tap - The Journal
3. Tap - IBUA JOURNAL (Let me tell you how it felt: Essays on Grief)
4.Scroll down, tap - My Father's Shoes.
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"When my father died, I did not cry. I wanted to, believe me, and I even tried; but the tears refused to come. It was as if something was holding them back tightly, something that up to now I cannot explain.
...The village people gathered.
Some with hands on their heads. Some with a hand on their mouth. Some sobbing and shaking their heads. Some crying as they talked. Some looking on, with serious unsmiling faces. Dumbstruck. Overcome. Grieving.
This evocative piece is part of our 'Let Me Tell You How It Felt' journal issue on Grief. Visit our website and tap The Journal to read the full story...
"I loved Kampala once. Kampala at six pm? I loved that.
Back then I would take languid, aimless walks through Banda in the evening when the sky was softening and the trees and roofs around me were edging towards silhouettes. Venus, Mercury, and the new moon laid a straight line