By Dilman Dila

December comes. We get our holidays, and I’m more excited because, as usual every end of year, my mother and I travel to the village up north in Gulu to celebrate New Year with my grandmother.

By Dilman Dila

It’s 1^st November 2060 and yesterday I finished my primary leaving examinations. Yay! Now, I’ll no longer be a primarian, and my elder brother is making the moment extra by taking me on my first fishing trip! Yay! I’ve grown, after all. I’m no longer a child. I made twelve this year, and next year I’ll start secondary school.

By Dilman Dila

It’s my birthday! I turn thirteen today, 6^th November 2060. Ha! My brothers and sisters wake me up just after sunrise. They sing to me and give me a cake. I blow out the candles and we laugh and eat the cake even before I brush my teeth.

By Dilman Dila

It is November 2060. I celebrated my thirteenth birthday last week, and my mum gave me a camera as a gift. I’ve always wanted a camera, a proper one with a zoom lens with which to photograph birds. I fell in love with birds since it is my mother’s job to study them.

By Dilman Dila

It is 2060, ten years since my mother died. I was two years old at that time and I barely remember her. I live in the water suburb of Bwaise, with my elder brother, who drives a water-taxi, and my elder sister, a student at Makerere.