Tuesday, 8 December 2015

MAUN INTERNATIONAL FESTIVAL ,BOTSWANA

Dumela
The first thing I noticed once I arrived in Maun was the sun..its a pounding kind of sun ...a sun forced into a metallic mortar and pounded to pieces which then fall back together....
Its very hot.... but mostly not to the wayeyi people from Sexaxa village..they have a beautiful dance they do half nude in the sun...with shakers round there legs they move to a pattern the sand knows so well.from their tongues and body makes you forget the sweat dripping down your face

Seated in the lounge of the Gaborone airport

In betwen these beautiful actors. I enjoyed their play

Rashida at the lounge.. we travelled together

Inbetween Anthony Molosi and Tebogo ChiefKunta Moloise

The three beautiful Bostwaan ladies
Mis Phopho Phonchi
Mmakgosi Anita Tau,
Maipelo Zambane

POETAVANGO

The trees are on the things I loved the most in Maun. I pictured my self running through lines of them.

Mmakgosi Anita Tau

The last words she said to me, will always stay with me. She is a blessed lady. LOVE YOU

My family

Thank you Cliff .love you

Friday, 14 August 2015

AFRO MAN SPICE RECAP

Late May, this year, the idea to have a musical monologue with three women on stage was birthed thanks to creatives like Rashida and Sandy, our play characters ,Kendra,Marina and Sara, came to life.
This is a universal play that shows why some women continue to be alone, heart broken single mothers and the ultimate woman we all envy and seek to be, who is fulfilled and happy in her relationship.
The Afro man spice show was played well on the 10th of July, showing the ups and downs involved in relationships with African men.
we cant thank enough all the people that supported us straight from the beginning.

1.Emma Owaraga: He is such an amazing photographer. I was really impressed with his works but mostly his kindness. check out his other photos on face book at owaraga photographie

We were glad to have been sponsored by Tropical heat, KFC,Brand 360,NTV, Pearl Rhythm,Festival and fruity media and the National theater .

Watch this 30 Seconds advert thanks to Nation Television for its sponsorship worth millions of shillings. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=voPW-a8bflo

Check out the Back pass interviews with host Denzel (URBAN TV) https://youtu.be/8YCTxLqH-D8

Below are the newspaper reviews:

1.http://www.theeastafrican.co.ke/magazine/All-about-black-men----and-love-/-/434746/2815756/-/item/1/-/pgrkfe/-/index.html

2. http://www.observer.ug/lifestyle/42-entertainment/38746-how-afroman-spice-tickled-memories

3.http://www.monitor.co.ug/artsculture/Theatre---Cinema/Tracing-man-evolution/-/691234/2792650/-/114i0wuz/-/index.html

Monday, 23 February 2015

MUYENGA MANSION VIDEO

MUYENGA MANSION

(SUGAR DADDY)
The part that I love the most on you baby girl, are your buttocks
Cause nothing shapes a woman more than her buttocks
Not bottom, bottom………… limits my imagination
For am a man of description

You go call me whatever you want
Obsessed, possessed but baby girl
Am obsessed about you
For your like tequila and sex on the beach cocktails down my esophagus

You see, you’re a true representation
Of trending fashion
That’s my perception
From now on, if you want to attend any occasion
Am VIP you will not need to queue at the reception
Am willing to fulfill your every expectation
Do you want further education?
Do you want a birthday celebration?
Now that is my total dedication
You see am a banker by designation
I also host a political show on nation television
Am willing to fulfill your every expectation
But on only one condition

Come……….. Come………………
I want to take you to my Muyenga mansion
Where you will lay back on my expensive Dubai cushion
And show me that dimension
That dimension that go make me have a hard erection
An erection that go opt for a straight penetration
Interruption?
You do not have to worry about any interruption
My wife says in the Na-guru Mansion
Prevention?
You do not have to worry about any Prevention
I passed through circumcision, am VIP I get HIV/AIDS immunization
Now why are you still worried?
Are you in your menstruation?
OH its conception
You’re worried about conception,
But I thought you’re on an injection

Even though you’re not on an injection
We shall not have pregnancy prevention
In case of conception
You will become my wife to stay in this Muyenga mansion

But you see, I don’t want your concentration to be on the dangers of
fornication
I don’t want you to think that sleeping with a married man is an
abomination
I need sexual satisfaction……………………………………
I don’t want you to lay like a log
Like firewood in transportation
I need sexual participation
If you fulfill my one condition
I may even take take you to Mombasa for a vacation
In short,
In brief,
In conclusion,
Come……… come……..
I want to take you to a private place
Where you go show me your private parts and I go give you money

(And the next moiring it was my turn to talk)
(pretty lady)
Did you enjoy?
Did you enjoy my spectacular curves?
Did you enjoy my HIV positive flesh?
Ah aha ha big daddy, do not worry
The positiveness is mostly in the blood
My flesh is negative
Ah aha aha ARV’s are free; I get them free from the hospital
What! What! What are you complaining about?
Do you think you will be the first one to have HIV?
Or do you think you will the last?
My dear, every day a stupid woman and man like you
Forget about all the advice they have gotten about HIV
They forget about ABC they opt for IGL……. I GO LIVE
Now why are you blaming?

While in club silk, were you drunk, yes!
While in your automobile, did you talk about an HIV test, NO!
While you were driving, didn’t you pass by a billboard saying get off
the sexual network, you did
And while you continued to drive, did you pass by Oasis to buy
condoms
Or did we buy them from Nakumatt?
We did not buy condoms
So why are you blaming me
Even when I gave you my rough rider, my rubber,
You threw it back to me and said
‘’Give that rubber to Rabadaba
For me I go live
I do it live
As live as an Umeme wire’’
So why are you haywire?

Next time do not let your eyes do the work of a microscope,
Do not look at some body and conclude they are HIV negative
You will be in for a disappointment
Next time, use a condom
Or even you should be faithful to your wife
I will not advise you to abstain
I wouldn’t want your wife to complain
You took me to a private place
And I showed you my private parts
And I did not only stop at showing you
You know what we did
So give me my moneyooooooooooooo
I want to goo…………………………..

(Muyenga mansion is a narrative poem written and performed by me. My first book of poetry NIPPLES, DIMPLES and PIMPLES will soon be
out.

Using laughter to still pass on the message

Friday, 24 October 2014

MY POETRY WORKSHOP WITH GRADE 5 CLASS ,AMBROSOLI INTL SCHOOL,KAMPALA

so I had a poetry workshop with two grade 5 classes of Ambrosoli international school. It was my first time to the school and my my my. indeed an international school is different from the local schools I and so many people I know studied. they teach the kids to be creative, they not only encourage children to be involved in talents. they also nature them. that particular school is very colorful. so any drawings, paintings. every will looks colorful. so I started the workshop with introductions.

I introduced my self as

hello, am Linda the Loinness

my claws are long

to remind me of were I belong

the kids went ahead to introduce themselves as well adding to their name an animal, or bird they loved. though it was not by intention that since my name starts with letter L that I used an Animal that starts with the same, I found that the children followed that direction. only choosing animals that started with the same letter as their name.it sort of taught me that children like to make personal connections unlike adults.

After the introductions, I

2. Shared with them two of my favorite children poems which are

Everybody Says

I look just like my mother.

Everybody says

I'm the image of Aunt Bee.

Everybody says

My nose is like my father's

But I want to look like ME!

(by Dorothy Aldis)

The baby sitter

Mrs. Mc twitter, the baby sitter

I think she’s a little bit crazy

She thinks a baby sitter’s supposed to sit upon the baby

(By Shel silverstein)

After I got a few to recite for me their favorite poems,. we had a laugh, as most poems were silly and funny.

The first exercise was to write an Acrostic poem spelling out there first name. I gave them an example of a poem I had written

THE FLY

Linda notices a fly on her fried eggs.

Instead of waving it away

Not allowing it to sit and poop

Don’t come to my side of the plate, she says

Adding a piece of bacon.

(by me)

Its after ten minutes when the kids were done writing their own poems, that they all came in front of the class, one at a time ,to read them out loud. their poems were funny or silly but i should say most had a fly in their poem

Anyway the workshop went on pretty good. the kids were great,they learnt from me and I from them.

so one of the class had a performance at the school assembly two weeks after, so I made bow ties for the class before and attended one of their rehearsal to help them perform their best .

Here are some pictures of the performance. dont they look cute...................................

bye bye for now. love you

Friday, 22 August 2014

LEGAL,ILLEGAL

His Kidney is on a plane to Europe

And it won’t be coming back

What he has left is a scar

That folds when he seats in his new car.

legal, illegal

everyone's always looking to trade.

Her hair is on a ship to Africa

and she will be sending more

they'll cut it as bangs

hold it as pony tails

make all the styles

she wasn't ever confident to wear

legal, illegal

everyone's always looking to trade.

The internet has made the world a small global market

with just a click, you can buy yourself some sperm

some breast milk, for the crying baby to be calm

just cause you’re not buying, don’t mean they're not selling

just cause they're not selling publicly

don’t mean they not selling online

dont mean

legal,illegal

everyone's continuing to trade.

There are some buyers that are too busy to meet sellers

There are those, constantly looking to meet with sellers

then others that are too sacred to meet, even behind closed doors

legal, illegal

everyone’s continues to trade

And then the middlemen, who some are cheats

they measure your level of poverty

to your level of desperacy

they will bounce you around like basketballs

kick you around like footballs

then swing you away like a golf ball

legal, illegal

it’s the sellers that are paying the price

Then some middle men are honest

if it doesn't work, bring it back

if it doesn't fit, bring it back

but his kidney is not coming back

his heart now beats in another’s chest

and he didn't consent

its the gangs to whom money was sent

legal, illegal

everyone's continuing to trade

and that should change

When a wealthy man’s heart starts to fail

with his name printed way below the donor list

his conscious be come’s that of a beast

and he'll pay any price to live

legal, illegal

everyones' continuing to trade

so my brother, my sister

have you verified that scholarship

does it really exist

do you trust the stranger that wants to take you over seas

they'll lure you in any way

are you that desperate

that hopeless

cause legal,illegal

everyone’s continue to trade

in something

in someone

let it not be you.

Tuesday, 5 August 2014

HEALING FROM A BROKEN HEART

Hello beautiful people. I missed you so much. Am happy am back,been very busy with work. trying to make money which am sure you'll agree with me is a hustle mostly in my bustle city kampala.so this year has gone on pretty fast, we are now in August,hmmm what have you achieved so far?
if you are on vacation, lucky you.
if you lied to your boss that your sick just to have some time off ,I wont judge you.
I have been doing lots of things and I'll share with you in the next coming days.

for now enjoy the poem

Black

Black should have been the color to match your wedding gown that’s gone.

The necklace is fine gal, but black should have been the color as it represents this heart of mine that got torn.

like honey from a bee

Him and I were meant to be

our souls met before we were born.

But when you came boom like a magic spell, he was gone.

What we shared was true love

Our feelings tight like a glove

What you had with him had no foundation,

I knew it wouldn't last

I waited for it to melt like snow

Be dried in vapor

Lost in the mist in the midst of no where

I didn't wait for long

For it wasn't long for him to see that

Black is the color you are in and out.

Your mindset black

Your thoughts dark

Pretentious like a white fellow in Africa

You took what was mine, who was mine

You caused me so much pain

In Juju you thought you would gain

You treated me like a dog

But I clung to the almighty God

And he came through

Meaning

Juju -witchcraft

Saturday, 5 April 2014

MY HUBAND

MY HUSBAND

I shiver when the night falls.

For sleep I will not have in my bed.

Mama, you never told me marriage was like this,

For my husband is another in the night.

No... His not a night dancer

He doesn't even snore

What he does is summed up in only one word

Stamina!!!

From January to December

I always have a bun in my oven

I never have time for my self

Am always looking after his very many children.

He tore my moon beads,

He threw away my pills,

He doesn't want the injection,

My only hope for family planning

To him am not a woman

To him I have no say on my body

To him am not am equal

I never attend village weddings

I never attend women circles

How can I fit?

How can I be accepted?

Am the example they give........

Don’t be like that woman they gossip.

She has a football team of children.

Hahahahahahaahahah

All the women burst out in laughter.

As am passing by from the local market.

Mama, I miss my youth

I miss my teenage

Gone are my succulent breasts

His children have sucked the life out of my breasts

Oh oh but it is him that I dread

For his teeth, don't know tender breasts

Gone are my nice thighs

The thighs that would terrorize all the village boys

Oh oh in the night they disappear

For his styles in the night

Don’t know tender thighs like mine

I look older than I am.

I dress older than I am.

Mama Mama.

Not another night.

With my husband.

Am going back with you.

Am coming home to my,

Fathers house.

poem by Nada

With the increased rate of unwanted pregnancies and abortions, most girls,women have no say when it comes to choosing and using a family planning method in. concentration is put on how many children the man wants and never what the woman wants so she suffers in silence.