Justice comes in many forms, sometimes it can be a court hearing, a well deserved arrest of a criminal or merely your story being heard and written by a struggling freelance writer. Growing up in a world where justice is too expensive and unattainable by the minority groups, I realize that it’s my mandate as a young writer to offer it in its cheapest and most pure form; poetic justice. What every victim longs for in the tiresome and pathetic strife for justice is to simply be heard by someone. Oppressive crime takes many forms but my pen, notebook, and ears have of recent got a particular inkling for domestic violence. In my world of literature and diction, I have assumed the position of a lawyer and the story I am about to tell to you; the jury, is my client’s. NOWHERE TO RUN Car rides on late Sunday nights in Kampala were once a beautiful experience we shared as family. Now, the good old days are long gone. One unforgettable Sunday night the atmosphere was tense and ever
Just making sure that there's no words left unsaid. Each day is a thousand passing stories waiting to be told-waiting to be heard. It's a writer's sole duty to do them all justice.