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Tuesday, 13 March 2012

Prospective American


May is just around the corner
He patiently waits and counts the days.
The long days and hours just make him wanna,
Take the clock and slap it right on it's face!

He is an American, in waiting,
He is literally not getting sleep.
As he dreams of the states he will live in,
And all the promises he would keep!

'This clock's gotta be kiddin' me'
He says in what will be his accent
'Them days just ain't movin', man!'
A rejection I wonder if he would accept!

The DV is this African's American Dream,
Owning mansions and a Lamborghini
Is what he thinks in his wild American dreams
Of saying goodbye to misery and to the Equatorial Guinea!

Unfortunately there's a rap on the door,
That wakes him from his American dreaming.
He opens it and drops dead on the floor
His one week girlfriend can't help screaming.

Sunday, 4 March 2012

O Uganda, How I Miss You!


O Uganda! I miss you.
I miss you and your sweet bananas.
I miss your matooke and the beautiful nyabos.
I miss your beautiful capital and its dirty ghetto
That I called home, Kisenyi.
I miss you like a child misses sleep,
Like an oppressed people miss a revolution.
I have travelled far and wide
But still, still, I cannot compare anyone to you!

I now sit in this far-away land
And reminisce all the fun I had in Kampala,
And though I would earn just half what I do here
There's no place I'd rather be.
There's no embrace I'd rather have, I'd rather feel,
Than that of Kampala, warm and tranquil.
The pearl of Africa
With the friendliest people God ever made.
I miss you and I'm coming home
I'm coming to stay
To a mother that's not my mother.