By Agatha Malunda.


The slavery of free men has began.

A ruthless Queen has risen from the east and 

She, unlike the sun, is harmful to man.

Each day she exhorts the power of death,

many are struggling to survive;

 all living under the fear of losing their lives.

The world is under attack

And lockdown has become Noah’s ark

to protect us from this fiery flood.

We cover our nose and mouth with a mask

and  we’ve become accustomed to this task.

Large gatherings are restricted

our feeling of togetherness is afflicted.

Handshakes have become illegal 

They say hugs and kisses

contribute to the further spread of the illness.


The sun shines but we admire its beauty

through our curtain windows.

We can no longer feel its rays on our skin. 

We spend all day listening to news

hearing how the masters of science

are struggling to find an antidote.

But this pain won’t last forever

we will fight it together.

The reign of Corona will be gone

a new era will be born.

in the meantime let us practice safety

by washing our hands regularly and staying indoors as part of the remedy.

In so doing will defeat this enemy

and convict it for its felony.

Life is sweet and we will not let Corona

still the honey in our bodies.


By Mniko Chacha.


“Wear the masks,” the prominent governor announced,

Soon after Covid-19 emerged,

Despite the increase in price everyone demanded masks at any price,

So, I bought two masks to cover my face,


At home, the wise passerby uttered,

“Wear masks everywhere you go, otherwise, you will cease to exist.”

I resisted it for a while and tried to disbelieve my mind,

Then, I recalled what the Television broadcasted. “Those who will wear masks will defeat this pandemic beast.”


I thought a little bit and took the face mask,

And covered my face,

I looked on the mirror and saw that my face was becoming the dusk,

The confusion disturbed my eyes, so, I broke the mirror with my fist,


Afterwards, I moved towards the sitting room where my wife drank a beer,

“Woo the ghost is coming to kill me right here.”

She shouted and struck me with the whisk broom,

And fled from my sight like a ripe plum,


I threw down the mask thinking that it brought the pandemic ghost in my home,

“Take care, nowadays, the face masks are rare to find,

Like the dust of gold.”

The fading mouth roared to me,


Later, I shook my head to grasp the reality,

And restore into me the sincerity,

To the best of my own ability,

I wore another mask and got back to my sanity,


By Mark Blickley.


Yes, I am dressed in mourning

Dark clothes for a dark time

Yet I yearn to escape

Pandemic imprisonment

With the germ of an idea

That will allow me to soar

Above my confinement

In an airborne threat

Against complacency and boredom

As I reach up to a blue heaven

That promises social distancing

On a cosmic scale,

But that old bitch gravity

Bears down on me,

Slapping me down

Like a petulant child

Crying out

For what she cannot have,

Slammed back

To a blanketed earth

Of red white and blue.


Poet Bio:

Mark Blickley is a proud member of the Dramatists Guild and PEN American Center. His latest book is “Dream Streams”, is a text-based art collaboration with Amy Bassin.


By Babitha Marina Justin

This is the first pandemic since
my birth. Believe me, I know
chickenpox, madness and
herpes — I was afflicted with
typhoid twice – all had vaccines.

This virus has taken the city down
people don’t walk on the streets
without masks, I am terrified if my
father would spit on the roads as
a force of habit and gets arrested.

Meanwhile, the tailoring shops
are shut tight, parlours shuttered,
they have opened community kitchens
in schools, I am almost tempted to
go and work with some strange faces
and socialise at the time of
social distancing.
My days and nights stretch-out
in an endless sleep on the bed-spread
with the Corona print, it blooms like
a lotus in my dreams,
cascades its terror on me,
swims like a jellyfish
on its super slow batwings,

it mushrooms like a cloud
before it goes, Kaboom,
the Big Bang that has buried our love
in your house and mine.

Our glistening love is
lotus-eyed, in a half-open
trance, buried in a corona-shaped
casket called waiting.



Poet’s Bio:

Babitha Marina Justin is an academic, poet and artist from Kerala, South India. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee, 2018 wose poems have been published in over 20 forums including Chaleur Magazine, Kritya and Journal of Post-Colonial Literature.

Her first poetry collection, “Of Fireflies, Guns and the Hills” was published in 2015 by the Writers Workshop in 2015 and the second, “I Cook my Own Feast” was published in 2019.



Glory be to God. The first issue of the Nalubaale Review Literary Magazine based in Uganda is here. This first issue, themed ‘The Love-Money Question’ is out. Congratulations and special thanks to our writers, poets and essayists.

Read our first issue here: THE NALUBAALE REVIEW ISSUE ONE

We have published stories and poems from all regions of Africa. The issue will not let you down. Delve in and read what these seasoned writers from across the African continent have to say about the Love-Money Question that has built, broken, rebuilt relationships and love across this new generation.


We also feature a guest writer, poet and Architect Ronald Sssekajja from Uganda talking about his writing journey.Ronald is a performance poet in Uganda, writer of the poetry anthology ” Echoes of Tired Men” and he talks about his forthcoming books.

Read too about our next issue, the theme and guidelines for submission and don’t miss exciting publishing opportunity herein. THE NALUBAALE REVIEW ISSUE ONE

We hope you enjoy this issue and subscribed to our coming issue here. For now enjoy these exciting, intriguing and captivating story and share. Follow The Nalubaale Review Magazine on Facebook here:

Congratulations Nalubaale Review Literary Magazine.

Thank you all.

Read Africa Read.


Call for submissions: The Nalubaale Review


Nalubaale Review is an online literary magazine, will be published twice a year as themed issues. Content will be poems, short stories, articles, photo essays from African writers and artists.

The magazine aims to promote African literature and culture and will showcase Literature and arts events and initiatives from across Africa. To that effect, the magazine will have stories about happenings in the literary scene in Africa.

Our first issue themed the love and money question seeks your stories, poems, articles and photo essays. Submissions should be sent to Deadline for submission is 30th September 2018.

Guidelines for submissions:

  1. Submissions from any African citizen or African person living outside Africa  are accepted
  2. Submissions should never have been published elsewhere in part or in full.
  3. Submissions published during or after submission will be disqualified.
  4. Writers should submit stories of any fiction genre
  5. Short stories should be between 2000 and 3000 words in length
  6. Poems must be no longer than 30 lines.
  7. Entries should be sent as attachments in Doc, Docx or PDF formats
  8. Type your document, using stipulated format is Times New Roman or any other readable font and font size 12.5 double-spaced.
  9. Put an accurate word count at the top right, number your pages and left-justify your paragraphs.
  10. Photo stories about the theme of love-money question are also welcome as long the photos are writers’ the own
  11. The submitted work should be the work of a single individual.
  12. Stories must be in English. If words from other languages are incorporated, the story must be able to be understood fully by their English content.
  13. You are welcome to enter under a pseudonym but should include your real name in the email body.
  14. Translated entries are welcome as long as the original story is the writer’s own work or has rights to it.
  15. Writers should submit their bio of not more than 200 words in the body of the email.
  16. All entries will be judged anonymously. Please do not put your name or any other identifying details anywhere on your entry.
  17. Your name and brief bio should be written in the body of the email.
  18. By submitting a story/poem, the writer attests that it is their own original work and grants exclusive global print and digital rights to Nalubaale Review for one year, and thereafter agrees to seek permission to republish and when published elsewhere attributes first publication to Nalubaale Review.
  19. By entering, the author agrees to allowing Nalubaale Review to include their entry in an online magazine, blog and other Nalubaale Review media should it be selected by the editors.
  20. Further enquiries should be sent to
  21. All entries must be sent by 30th September 2018.

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

Nalubaale Review is a literary magazine published and based in Uganda. It aims “to create unending voices by publishing the finest emerging writers in Uganda and beyond. We intend to publish unique stories from Uganda and other parts of Africa. The magazine will have different themes per issue and we are starting with love. We hope to one day become one of the most successful literary magazines in and out of Africa. All works gathered will be published online in our first issue set to come out in September 2018.

The magazine will come out twice a year.It will also cover literary events, initiatives and projects in Africa and beyond. Also focus will be given to culture, travel and the creative spheres that be! Welcome aboard.

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton