A LETTER TO MY AUNT

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Dear Aunt A.A,

I thought it would be healthy if I didn't reference this letter.

Confidence overrode me that-afterall I am writing to my aunty.

Before i go any further allow me complain a little. I am sorry for not inquiring to know whether you are doing well. I believe Uncle Magogo is taking good care of you. Perhaps I am bleeding internally.

It started yesterday, when I told my friend I wanted to write more on national matters. He said,

      ... "I don't know what is wrong with                  you, tall bony guys.Don't you know              what happened to Kakwenza                        Rukirabashaija?"...

I drew Images of the scars of plucked tissues from Kakwenza's thighs and murdered back. However, i am grieving because someone called me tall and bony.

Leaving that to You, let's talk about Art(creative arts), get me right; I mean ART or Creative Arts not Teachers of Art or Arts teachers.

A few years ago, i did best in M.D.D at High School level(Secondary School level). To my surprise, government scholarships recognise only Games and Sports as Co-Curriculars. Every 'Makerere University' recognises that even private Makereres do want the same. I am Sorry to confuse you, but i know you remember how grandma refers to every University as Makerere.

Aunty, as I conclude, tell Teacher(Of Science In...) Janet Kataha to review that. And whisper to the parliament (Scientist Parliament) to try chew that together because this children like me studied because they were able to execute their Creative Artistry but they can't join Makerere on the same attitude since no one recognises them.

I believe I will write again if you ignore this letter.

Thank you. 

Your Tired Nephew.

George The Tired Poet. 

Copy Right by. 

Ochago George William.