time binds you no more dad

you were right, dad tying you to a date isn’t right time binds you no more so what if you left years or days exact date of birth unknown it only matters you were here your blood in our veins flows who but are mortals with a span living beyond you and us a legacy…

I own the song

you took the melody away thought I’d never sing again but on my heart deeply etched, inscribed the words, my life my key while you hum aimlessly like a lost errant bee you left the music behind because I own the song (c)Alexandra Kukunda 2016

KEEPING YOU YOUNG

Your birthday walked Right past me I heard its footsteps Its fresh scent in the air And was it sweet But I dared not embrace it I saw it pass, waved goodbye No flowers today No card, no message no call While you waited I stood in fear and let it slip So you would…

DADDY’S LONG LEGS

Daddy had long legs. He took long strides and I always had to run along trying to catch up with him. “Rahuka!” He would admonish, making me feel guilty for failing to keep up with his pace. Then he would stop a while, allow me to catch my breath, and resume walking, setting his wild…

TO LEAVE OR NOT TO LEAVE

I do like to take advantage of any situation that causes excitement. Some are life changing and would not be taken lightly. But Overnight, we have become ‘experts’ on EU affairs, Britain and the Brexit. As a citizen of Uganda, which is a member of the Commonwealth, I am a ‘silent voter ‘. Divorce. A…

talking poetry

… words we spin and craft out of our depths dancing, our singing hearts come alive the essence of our being welling to overflow in ecstasy or flight in bitter-sweet harsh or hushed tones unmuffled silent noises bearing unfathomable experiences shared or solitude on this marvelous journey and beyond where only souls travel unbound by…

price for my soul

out into the cold with vintage scarf shrouded hidden underneath this mask behind the camouflage a wanting, fragile soul hide and seek with police luring enticing haggling competition is stiff I lay my trap in wait chewing and torturing gum cold against my skin my rosary I shamelessly twine with my waist beads night after…