INTRODUCTION TO ABINEY KITOOKE WRITINGS

Greetings. Welcome to Abiney Kitooke Writings. 

Abiney Kitooke is a Ugandan writer who majorly focuses on poetry and drama. He is born to Mr. Erisa Bakengana and  Mrs. Peridasi Bakengana of Kiganda Subcounty, Mubende district in Central Uganda. Currently, he has two plays, My Luggage and Lines of Symmetry. He is also working on a poetry collection, Tears of Tired Men.

The writer is a student of Makerere University Kampala, pursuing a Bachelor's in Food Science and Technology. His earlier phases of education took place at Standard Integrated Primary School Kiganda, Highway Secondary School Kiganda and St. Mary's College Lugazi.

This site therefore is designed to enable his followers and well-wishers participate fully in his journey as far as writing is concerned.

Please don't hesitate to contact him via any of the following platforms:

Cell: +256781132664
WhatsApp: +256705174586
Imo: +256705174586
Twitter: @abineytooke
Facebook (direct messaging): Kitooke Lastborn Abiney 
Facebook (page): Abiney Kitooke Writings
E-mail: abineykitooke@gmail.com

Blessings in advance.

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