Category Archives: Anyiphotography



Photo Credit: Irene Namuganyi Photography

I come to this cafe often. The walls are painted in a dark creamy beige that reminds me of vanilla and ice cream and cinnamon and warm, soft pastries for some reason. Maybe it’s the whiff of brewing coffee that hits you the moment you enter the cafe. Every time I come here, my mind immediately goes to Cookie, his infectious from-the-belly laugh, froth and whipped cream, spices and sweets, breads and cake. It’s all so comforting.

This is the corner where I often sit. There’s a much more airy and open part of the cafe surrounded by very green, very much alive plants that create a cool comforting space. But I prefer to sit in this little corner of mine.

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That Green Wall


She stood there in the middle of the room and stared at the green wall. The rays of the afternoon sun sipped in through the large window on her right and cast shadows of the burglar proofing onto the green wall.

She looked out the window and stared at the branches and leaves as they swayed gently with the soft wind. She looked back at the wall and could still see them. She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them. She could still see the little spots of blood on the wall. Their colour was completely faded out and concealed by the fresh green coat of paint but their memory stuck.

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