Kampala, Uganda
For the woman who is carrying something she hasn’t been able to put down — or explain.
Kathy Legesi
I help women find language for what has eroded them emotionally, so they can begin to rebuild from the inside
The through line
i — who i am
I’m Kathy, a poet and reflective writing facilitator based in Kampala, and the founder of Words That Mend.
Words That Mend exists because some things are too heavy to keep carrying unnamed. It’s a space where women find language for what has eroded them emotionally and begin to rebuild from the inside.
Everything here — the workshops, the journals, the writing — is a tool for that.
I do that by creating tools for reflection.
iii — made things
Four expressions of the same offer: reflection as a tool.
Poetry, Essays & Reflections
Writing that names what has been lived but not yet spoken. Published in ongoing dispatches through Words That Mend.
Read the writing→A Reflective Writing Workbook
Some things need to be worked through in private. This guide creates that space — structured prompts and quiet pages for the woman who needs to move through something but isn’t ready to say it out loud yet. Designed to be worked with slowly, alone, at your own pace.
Get the workbook→Facilitation
Guided group or individual reflection, where writing and prompts are the method. Not therapy, not coaching — a structured conversation where the reflection itself does the moving.
Enquire about a session→Pieces
Ankara journal covers and tote bags carrying lines from Words That Mend — made in small runs, for the woman who wants to hold the writing in her hands.
View the pieces→iv — the shop
Guides to return to, and pieces carried slowly.
Digital writing guides rooted in the work, and a small line of Ankara journal covers and tote bags — made in limited runs, carrying lines from the writing. To purchase, send Kathy a note on WhatsApp — she'll confirm price, availability and how to receive your order.
v — the writing
Words That Mend— the engine, the heartbeat.
Poems and essays, published in dispatches. Not writing about poetry — the actual poems. The actual essays. This is the work itself.
Triggered
On Carrying Words That Were Never Yours
I Studied Myself Like a Love Note
Rehab for a recovering people pleaser.
Becoming the Monster
The quiet ways unhealed pain reshapes the self — a poem
Inherited Silence
For every woman who was taught to stay, even when it hurt.
Hope in Hopeless Places
When love and loss refuse to rest. (A poem)
If Houses Could Talk
When Houses Hold Our Hidden Stories (a Poem)
Self Love Behind Closed Doors
The Version That Doesn’t Make It To Instagram.
THE PART OF YOU THAT STILL WANTS TO TRY
To the one who gave up control and is now trying to take it back. (a letter poem)
The Illusion of Safe Spaces
What if the place you called home was quietly breaking you?
The Abyss and the Light
A poem about a girl who journeyed back to herself
A Story Still Unfolding
a poem about becoming who you were always meant to be
What boundaries have you learnt to set? How Do They Protect Your Peace?
(writing prompt)
vi — the letter
Come walk with me.
Receive each new poem, essay, and reflection in your inbox as it’s published. No noise. Just the writing.
vi — in conversation
For facilitation and workshops — write to me.
I take on a small number of facilitation engagements at a time. Share a little about what you’re sitting with, or what you’d like a group to move through, and I’ll reply.