My Samsung GT-E1087T mobile phone has a Qiblah direction app

Sometimes, in the evening, it gets really quiet in Kampala, just enough that you can hear the faint call to prayer, mixed in with the crickets and birds and the sporadic bursts of children squealing in tears and laughter.

My Mother In Three Photographs

My Mother In Three Photographs by Susan Kiguli

Her face looks out
flawless
her sexuality electric
in a mini dress and sheer satin stockings
the girls of the 1960s
beautiful beyond belief.
She is looking through the camera
like her space is here and beyond
enchanting and enchanted
by the times when dreams of freedom were young
the fortunes of Uganda
hot and sizzling.

My mother in the 1970s
More sombre but her skin
Still flawless
The abrasive years gentle on her youth.
Her body wrapped in a long nylon dress
stopping her ankles and
full sleeves touching her wrists
hooded sorrow in her posture
the flowing dress
is not because
she is a widow (which is by government action)
but it is a government decree.
Her magnificence and elegance
Seems to support the given name of the dress
Amin nvaako.*

My mother in the 1990s
neat short hair
luring in its intricate curls.
She wears a busuuti
a sign of the times
a return home, a finding of
uncertain peace
a maturing of a woman and nation
an endorsement of a recognition of the troubles
she has weathered
a sitting down to count her losses and blessings
and a hand over of the future.

*Amin Nvaako means Amin let me be or Amin leave me alone.