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December, 2021

Ekitontome (poem) mu Luganda eri omwagalwa. A love poem to a loved one..

'Ebirowoozo byange bingi bitetenkanya obwongo, Obwongo bwange n’ebyange nkulayirira temuli wongo,'

August, 2021

We grew up together, Nakkazi and I. Naturally, like all those who grew or grow up together, we had grown apart in most bits of our lives. That probably shouldn’t matter, save for the graveyard frightening reality that we had both been born on a Friday the 13th. This story, like many bits and pieces…

'I feel compelled to let you, the reader know, that much as some of my recollections may sound embellished and borderline blue lies, I kid you not, I have since the years past washed my mind of evil thought and accepted how little a relief lies and envy bring to one’s soul.'

July, 2021

Days have been dark for sometime now. The last time I heard of a cloudy Sunday and a roaring sermon praise must be decades of Sundays ago. Who is kissing the Pastor’s shoes now that there’s social distancing? I don’t know how things go in the world of cult fraud, ask me not. Am only…

'I want to think am writing. Though, even though probably am not, I hope you are reading.'

November, 2020

Some time, like at that odd time when dinosaurs were thriving at the same time of their demise, everything never made sense as it should have. I had bits of thoughts that most of what I was thinking was not my thoughts. Then I thought, then whose thoughts are they that I was thinking?

'Maybe they did exist? Maybe I was the one taking things pithily? You couldn’t guess the right time by the plastic time on the plastic clock. So I wore my plastic smile and readied myself for a plastic audience that only had my selfie camera for a crowd.'

January, 2020

Now, we fall, Flipping in the air, Tomorrow we rise, Dreams have elapsed We morons of our time we'll once again fall, A new paradise to hell collapsed. The closeted, disclose, The disclosed, closed. Wouldn't be a good one if I didn't wish it, Would it? This nineteen closed the second, One for the ten…

'Crack this and a fine one will be yours for the choosing'

November, 2019

Sometimes, All times, All I'll ever need is that star You could have been gasses burned ages a far Or to me a year since a life you left ajar You'll shine, You were meant to shine Keep shining, it's only you I see this far.. Grief brings no relief of soul, Belief heals no…

'Keep shining, it’s only you I see this far..'

November, 2019

Princess, Some hearts are torn, Some hearts are blown, Without you mine is both Princess, Real men don't cry; Best friends do And Loving fathers wail Princess, Lucky hearts are never born, Luckier hearts last a lifetime, Then there are those; The Angelic special ones like mine, you, Those only last a while But to…

'I know so for it keeps growling and only you could shut it down'

October, 2019

Consciously indecisive cynicism, Laid on a white platter akin the devil's linen robes. Nightmares with malnourished babies reciting sonnet's with Don Rickles' sarcasm, The neighborhood is a heaven to all things heathen, I preach, I teach, and not a soul bleeds a drop of penitence, Not my own neither Am left inside my own My…

'Nightmares with malnourished babies reciting sonnet’s with Don Rickles’ sarcasm,'

September, 2019

We need peace, Everybody fights and everybody wins a battle, Everybody makes a kill even when the price is fatal Though no one ever seems contented to make the cease Everybody strives to win the war with no trophies, Though the kids in my ghetto could use some happiness in toffees. Am fed up and…

'I pray and hope to the powers of God that her being an Angel will never be considered a myth'

August, 2019

Four years ago and I couldn't picture this, Fights in the nights that could only end in a late night insobriety pseudo peace Short as as the beautiful midget I am them demons always gave me a diss With forgiveness to Antoinette, them snitches couldn't picture Him to I too give peace We kept together…

'Keeping the flair for my wrongs and dongs locked and held guard by a bear'

August, 2019

My Bantu German Shepherd, Basenji wont take them lambs to stroll Am in a cabin in the woods, with hay for my back to lay I got 3 bottles of Glenmorangie that won't last me the night My little princess' picture got lost in last night's fight Am living minimal, my ex was smart to…

'I made good on my bets, same season next year won’t be short of testaments, wooh!!'

July, 2019

We was in spite mood with mine, It's been no secret, am hers, We was spending way too much on wine, It's always the World Series of bottles for cars, Sensual nights in cellars with no sheets were fine, And fights with no witnesses but stars, All we were left with were mortal liver scars.…

'This thing we fight for is no thing to be called none'

June, 2019

I was born of a time borne in torn, I was torn in bits that neither rhymed in beat or tone I was of a tone that not this world could easily atone I was atoned with a disgrace that befit a con I was no con, only life lessons bought with blood and bone…

'I was no con, only life lessons bought with blood and bone'

June, 2019

Oh, how these times pass us by! And yet when they do pass, their tides and glides bring all sorts of reminisces and regrets. Of course for a few, and that's very few my dear old friend Khartoum,...a sigh of good riddance. I know, times long as they have been, (post thirty on both our…

'Sorry, Khartoum, my mind wanders a lot, this fuel tax thing, the delirium and the Ugandan social media tax (rightly dubbed Over The Top – OTT) keeps it spinning about in ways I fancy not.'

June, 2019

Oh look what you made me do, Rosy, Roseanne, the heart I don't own you've split in bits My soul's freedom a new lease to live you've led it to I wouldn't kill a cow for they are my ancestors too Oh Rosy, Roseanne look what you've made my Almighty and His glorious Angels throw…

'I’ll lose it out and see you to this world become like one of them well paid slaves'

May, 2019

She is playing me like a fiddle played by a child, Jezebel, the love I do wish I forever lose to the wild Her Golden feathers and Diamond claws used to humble me like a child Rough lies of nights escorting and liveried nights a wild Pseudo fame got her drunk on thinking she's a…

'Every digger needs a dagger brother'

February, 2019

It's always been a judgment of souls upon weights of fouls We should give zero middle fingers if they blamed you or me Yours and Mine, Our flaws to us are all Fine It's that tight Now, it's not that I don't love you, It's only that I can't have you You're far too kind…

'It’s not that I can’t have you, It’s just that I don’t need you, Even when I do want you'

February, 2019

I hate writing in memoriam, I don't like insulting others' memories of the gone loved ones with my wrong grammar. Also, for some strange reason, I think some are never really gone (ears on you Kudiza...am listening.) I hate people who never write in memoriam, save for those who had no reason to in the…

'I hate people, and other things too I guess. What a sad man.'

January, 2019

You ingratious sacrilegious imbecile, I hope you are banished off the Gregorian and the Julian I hope there's hell for years too, Go burn into smithereens so U can feel a slice of pain you've left me U damn fraud tricked me into wishing others a happy you, Now look how 365 cycles later you…

'I ain’t falling for no more of you & your kin’s tricks and flicks'

December, 2018

It's a late Thanksgiving with white lambs and royal wine It's been a lovely Sabbath, so to that, we dine With 2 step dance tips, from shady preachers grinding to songs divine Tone-deaf cheers of choirs with silky voices, that I wish were mine Yet: She's my wine She's my sabbath She's my song She's…

'She’s my shining ray of joy beyond the depths of hell'

November, 2018

Always sharing moments that forever will be a blessing and a torment, Now Don't you worry Child, Though I may tear once in while, that's my way of love to vent, Remember, all hearts can be mended except broken ones I read your last two letters, they that now I'll curate You dared to love…

'See, Heaven’s got a plan for you'

November, 2018

He’s sounded the drums to call you home, My dearest one Keneda, such is your call. A call to Angels and nobles supreme. If I’d had notice of your brief stay; I coulda sent you a flower of rose, Or lavender. Or any of them scents so delicately steam distilled, they’d tinge your royal… Share this:

'The prime of Supremes that sets all calm.'

November, 2018

Dear loved ones, if any left, I write this, not with the saddest of hearts, I write this not with the proudest of minds, And nor with the prejudice of self-ablution For I believe as far back as my flimsy soul can recount, I've borne no heart nor had the privilege of a mind. This…

'This note would have been of a less scarred cadaver scrolling and drooling'

October, 2018

Why's the water so blue? Why's the shore so groomed? Why does every moment with you drum true? If these nights we'd lost I'd be so doomed. This thumping in my chest is surreal This is a love in a spring so bloomed Please take my breath if it's my last These memories in marble…

'Good tidings to me you bring, with blessings curled in a tornado thrust'