Joanita Male was born and raised in Kampala, Uganda. She lives with her parents and two dogs and is inspired by them every day. She grew up reading Enid Blyton,
but later took interest in other writers such as Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and Billy Kahora. She is currently working on a few short stories which she hopes to one day to compile into a book.
Sophie
Nuwagira Bamwoyeraki was born in southwestern Uganda, Mbarara. She grew up in Kinoni, Rwampara, but later moved to Kampala after graduating from Makerere University.
Sophie holds a Masters in Education and currently teaches at Kampala International School Uganda. She has co-authored text books for secondary schools. She admires, Simon Armitage, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Goretti Kyomuhendo, Sujata Bhatt,
Carol Ann Duffy, Antonio Jacinto and Natasha Tretheway. She has had poems and short stories published in various collections.
Sophie is currently compiling a poetry anthology. Sneha Susan Shibu is from the sleepy town of Alleppey/Alappuzha, also known as the Venice of the East, in Kerala, south India.
She is a homemaker and has a Bachelor of Education in English and a Masters in English literature. She loves photography and observing nature. Her favourite writers include,
J.M Coetzee, A.J Cronin, C.S Lewis,
H.H Munro and Arundhati Roy. Sneha has written humorous stories for children and is working on two novellas.
“If you hit with your left hand and then catch it on the rebound with your right, it’s excellent ring training.” “No boxer ever went into a big
!ght without spending an hour or two in bed, resting.” However, ironically, his tone is not uplifting, but rather creates a note of tension plan as the
father would like. The angry and worried tone of Mrs Willison’s words to the father also adds to the unease and tension in the story: Grace Willison put down the teapot, her lips compressed, and looked from one to the other.
“Boxing?” she repeated. “Boxing,” Mr Willison replied calmly. “
Over my dead body,” said Mrs Willison. “That’s one sport I’m de!nite that he’s never going in for.” As the story proceeds she becomes very angry with Mr Willison and the reader realises that their relationship is at a crisis point: “
Go away, please,” said Mrs Willison, sinking back with closed eyes. “Just go right away and don’t come near me until it’s all over.” “Grace!” “Please.
Please leave me alone. I can’t bear to look at you and I can’t bear to hear you.” oFf the story contrasts with how
Mr Willison is characterised earlier in the story: He put down the telephone, hesitated, then turned and began slowly to climb the stairs.
He is no longer full of energy and enthusiasm. The story ends with a gloomy tone. Mood: How does this story make you feel? Happy, sad, angry or
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