UNTETHERED

In 2011, my uncle was jailed for political reasons. He became unwell in jail and had to be hospitalised. I wrote this poem at his first court appearance. *UNTETHERED* A line in a chapter Of a series commonly called life Waking up to a strange morning – Suspicions, investigations, Buttered with rumours Complete the picture…

CROWS AND SOAP ( Village Tales of Alexandra)

I grew up in rural Uganda, and what a rich experience it was. This was in the 1970s and into my teen age in the early 1980s. Crows (ebikoona in Runyankore, my mother tongue) used to ‘eat’ soap! We used to wash our clothes from outside, and even washed utensils and put them out to…

WE REMEMBER YOU

WE REMEMBER YOU 14 years ago, at 14  you left us slipped quietly away into eternity you see, nothing has changed you’re still not with us and yet everything’s changed So who does not remember your smile my black beauty your lively lovely singing We remember well the laughter that filled our house We remember…

faithful kikapu

This, my now tattered woven straw basket.  We share a bond that spans 40 years back, she and I.  She carried my books, she carried my grub. From the first day I reported for Senior one in 1978, as a little girl of 13, my kikapu faithfully carried my stuff without complaining. Looking at her…

DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT

O look at the moon So like a balloon As gaily we play It’s bright as the day We’ll look up and sing Dancing in a ring Jumping we rejoice Gladness in our voice Hearts so full of joy Who then needs a toy? These our little feet What a cheerful fleet We revel in…

REFLECTIONS

The window of my childhood bedroom. I stand out here to reflect on on the room that holds my childhood secrets. The room I left at 23 to get married to my David. Today the glasses have since been changed to great reflectors. My father, who gave away my hand in our compound, just outside…