Fiction

A New Prayer

By Gloria Kiconco Download pdf epub html First, watch the amazing poetic video of Gloria Kiconco on YouTube as she performs, this time not … Read more

No Change

By Regina Asinde Download pdf epub html Ours is a nation of “No Change!” Before, we said it in the foreign language … Read more

By Redscar McOdindo K’Oyuga Download pdf epub html Editors note. Dated 10 October 2016. After the works of Redscar McOdindo K’Oyuga were proved to have been plagiarised, and not his original creations, we at Lawino Magazine have taken … Read more

Waking Up

By Efe Tokunbo Download pdf epub html To all wounded wombs and kidnapped princesses, to all blue princes, either asleep or … Read more

Let Me Stay

Fumbo

By Regina Asinde Download pdf epub html I heard the untamed thudding of the long drum fumbo, I heard the untamed thudding … Read more

Second Issue

Download pdf epub html CoverArtwork: Life in Question ~~ Charity Atukunda Contents Short Fiction Babysitting Sweetheart ~~ Davina P. Kawuma Flowers ~~ Doreen Anyango When the Rains Came ~~ Proscovia Akello The Husband Snatcher ~~ Ayobami Adebayo Poetry Fumbo ~~ Regina Asinde Should I ~~ Emilly Achieng Let Me Stay ~~ Redscar McOdindoK’Oyuga Waking Up ~~ Efe Tokunbo Seek Me Not ~~ Redscar … Read more

Muyenga Mansion

by Linda Nabasa a.k.a. Nada Download pdf epub html (via Google docs) Watch the spectacular performance of Linda Nabasa, who goes by the stage name Nada. Then get to know a little bit more about this amazing … Read more

Reminiscence

by Hassan Higenyi

On one of his habitual evening walks in Bugolobi,
Kampala, thirty-one-year-old Moyo looked behind and saw a ‘babe’ about a
hundred meters back, coming along the same side of a lonesome road. Like a
bonobo, his heart suddenly beat faster with a rush of sexual urge.

The Beggar Who Laughed

by Sanya Noel

He
had an interesting head, this man. Overly sized and contoured to the
extremities of a higher power’s artwork. But it was not just the shape or the
natural sideways inclination of his head that struck you at first sight. His
nose was a miracle. Narrow, pointed and rising from the blackness that was his
face, it stood out like a jagged hill, beckoning the winds and clouds of flies
that accompanied him. I reached into my pocket to check if I had a
handkerchief. His corner always reminded me to check if I had one. He sat on a
broken Coca-Cola crate on the street edge, darting his eyes here and there,
intent on getting his days bread. It was a tool of some sort, that head. There
were those with stumps in place for arms by the other corners too, but this
one’s tool of trade, if I could call it that, was his head.

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