I started my journey on The Famished Road after One Hundred Years of Solitude. It was 2020, the spring of my last year of college and the peak of the pandemic. The world had shut down except for the online world and the world of letters. I took to the latter, as the headlines onContinue reading “Six Years on The Famished Road”
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Botswana Citizenship: Low hanging fruit for business tycoons
A critical analysis of President Boko’s proposed CBI scheme and what it reveals about our economic direction.
Prophets and Economists: Reviewing David Magang’s Delusions of Grandeur, Vol. 2
Book review of David Magang’s Delusions of Grandeur Vol 2
The Story Goes On
Happy Easter Everyone! I wrote this poem in October last year for an event called the Gospel Experience Germany. The goal was to share the Gospel of Christ to Germans at large but with a pan-African twist. I say ‘twist’ in the sense that the artists were predominantly Africans from different parts of the continent,Continue reading “The Story Goes On”
Hope is the White Dove that Soars above Me and Leads Me Home
My sister wrote this piece a while ago, and during our trip to Uganda, it resurfaced in conversation. I thought it was extraordinary then and still is now. It was a high school assignment where you take a line from a poem and integrate it into your composition. Looking back at it now, there isContinue reading “Hope is the White Dove that Soars above Me and Leads Me Home”
The Ring Parable
By Gottfried Ephraim Lessing (1779) A long time ago, there lived a man from the East who owned a ring of unimaginable value. The stone was an opal that refracted hundreds of beautiful colours and had a secret power to make the bearer adored by God and mankind. It is no wonder then that theContinue reading “The Ring Parable”
A Day in my Mother’s House
The sun creeps in through my red curtains dying my room pink. A womb. The indigo carpet soaks the sunlight warming my room. Incubator. Despite the shade of the fern out front and thickness of the drapes. Heat leaks in. I awake to the sound of a dove’s coo, a dog’s howl, a cockerel’sContinue reading “A Day in my Mother’s House”
Samuel Rubadiri 