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Missing Horses

In Carapace 72, I had a poem published – here it is, my way of getting over the farible of not having Gus choose my poem as one of the “three-from-carapace-72″. [Warning: You will have to read all the comments on this thread to get my joke. Not for the faint-hearted].

Missing horses
(for David, my stepfather)

My father’s hands were big and tanned
the backs covered in dark hair
he was a sportsman
good at polo, golf, squash, darts, tennis
a man with exceptional eye-hand co-ordination
and he could draw horses
from memory

In the second half of his life
he missed horses, everyday,
horses were his inner life
he yearned for horses, to be among them
to ride them
to smell the hot sweat of horse after a polo match
to hold soft leather reins in his hands again

My father only once ever laid a hand on me
he wasn’t given to hidings
he wasn’t an affectionate man either, not to me
I loved him because I knew
how sad he was about the horses —
my mother made him choose
it’s either me or the horses, she said

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The Hills of Kampala

I got back last night from a week in Uganda at the first Femrite African women writers’ residency, aptly called “Shared Lives” — which was facilitated by our very own Helen Moffett. The week was a gift, a rest, an inspiration, refilling of the well. I had a corner suite with huge windows overlooking the hills of Kampala and Lake Victoria in the distance. A huge palm tree outside my window housed ground hornbills that flapped and rustled and preened themselves. We had two layers of mosquito netting around the bed, which turned the bed feel into a romantic canopy.

Hilda Twongyeirwe and Lillian Tindyebawa organised the residency with a lovely calm manner and seeming effortlessness. I can’t thank them, Femrite and the members of Femrite, as well as the donors enough for hosting us for this unforgettable week.

I was impressed and inspired by too many things to capture in a quick blog.

Please google Femrite, it really shows what a small group of committed people can do and how they can have an enormous impact. Many of Uganda’s prize-winning writers are members of Femrite, writers such as Monica Arac de Nyeko, Glaydah Namukasa, Doreen Baingana, Violet Birungi and Susan Kiguli (the only one we were lucky enough to meet).

Writers from Ghana, Rwanda, Zimbabwe, Tanzania, Ethiopia, Kenya, Uganda and South Africa participated in the residency – each person brought wisdom, stories, lives, a new perspective.

I loved Kampala, which appears to still have very strong ties to the villages and rural regions. The city bustles with taxis, bicycle taxis, scooter taxis (boda bodas), 4 X 4s, trucks, buses, people walking, people pushing handmade wooden wheelbarrows piled with bananas or building materials. Still a largely subsistence economy people make their living providing transport, selling clothes, shoes, homemade takeaway foods, plants in roadside nurseries. Others roast g-nuts and sell them and at the Bujanga Falls on the Nile a photographer took group photos and sold the prints to us for 2000 Ugandan Shillings (roughly R10) The roads are pot-holed, dusty and jostle with life. The climate was fabulous, tropical, steamy, but not really too hot. We had a few thunderstorms and sudden downpours. On balmy nights, we sat around on the terrace of the Hotel International Muyenga drinking Nile, Trader, Club or Bell beer and eating divine Indian curries and Naan bread discussing the politics of books, the world and Africa or just reminiscing about our lives or recounting the incidents of our day to each other.

I will never forget Hilda, Lillian, Winnie, Connie, Margaret, Philo, Sophy, Yaba, Kingwa, Olivia, Helen, Mastidia, Yemuhdish, Betty whom I now feel are my friends and sisters. The week was intense full of stories, writing, reading work in progress, getting feedback, practising reading for the Makerere University public reading.

Some of the other people who joined us for an afternoon or were with us at Makerere were charming, friendly and very welcoming. Everyone I came into contact with made me feel welcome in Uganda and in fact the stall holders at the Craft Market at the National Theatre say as you look at their crafts, “You are very welcome.” I was delighted to meet Mother Hen (Mary Okurut – the founder of Femrite), Uncle Tim (Prof Timothy Wangusa), Patrick Mangeni, Barbara, and Allen.

I will write more anon, and no doubt Helen will too. But just wanted to get down a few first thoughts and an overall impression. Femrite will be producing an anthology of work that was either written, edited or worked on during the residency.

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