Tag "Life"

Series (Fiction) 8 Comments

BEING BRUNO (Episode 8)

PAST Each generation has something to be thankful for. For your grandfather, it was the coming of the white men with formal education. For your father, it was Michael Jackson

Editor's Desk 4 Comments

A CELEBRATION OF DIVERSITY (An Anniversary Note On Kito Diaries)

The universe, in all its ramifications, expresses an overabundance of diversity everywhere you look. On Planet Earth, there are about 8.7 million (give or take 1.3 million) different species –

From The Net 5 Comments

Tweet of the Day: To Live or Not Live

Something for us o think about.

Our Stories 9 Comments

YOUR WAY

You were born this way, but you do not like that you were born this way. You have hated yourself and everything around you. But as you grew, you came

Opinion Pieces 0 Comments

What Happens When You Stop Fearing AIDS and Learn to Live with HIV

Originally published on intomore.com I first learned I was HIV positive in March of 2005. I was 30 years old, and the news gutted me. I can still remember the

Our Stories 19 Comments

THE VALLEY OF SHADOW OF DEATH

Some people were born with a silver spoon, some others with a rubber spoon. Unfortunately, I came around the time when all the spoons were exhausted. All my years growing

Our Stories 7 Comments

THE TEMPLATE

The news making the rounds at home is that concerning my older brother’s upcoming nuptials to some pretty young lady. It feels strange honestly but I’m happy for him. In

Editor's Desk 9 Comments

Growing Old With HIV And How To Cope With Aging

Paul Thorn, author of HIV Happy, talks about how to deal with those grey hairs you never thought you would have. * Time is the great equalizer. We are all

Our Stories 14 Comments

THE TRUTH

They say you leave a piece of you in everyone you date and break up with. They say you keep leaving pieces of yourself till there is nothing left inside

Our Stories 14 Comments

The First And Many Other Times

I wish I could tell that exact moment I discovered I was attracted to guys. I can’t. I remember when I was in shorts, my mates and I would go