*This is a poem that I wrote in my journal last...
I want to...
I have never beaten a female,
90s Movies taught me that...
I wouldn’t care if you told me now that the...
Or if when our chapter closed it was for different...
Not too long ago you were just a seed of the...
Now,you are tall as a tower,driven with curiosity...
Her hands are strong.
Hospitality is her forte...
So standing here feeling lost, once again I fade...
Everyone around me vanishes and I silently slip...
The role of fathers, we must confess,
Is fantastic in every way, no less...
I can talk to her for two hours,
Without getting bored for even two seconds...
I love my birthplace!
Jinja Town made me who I am for 11 years...
“Can I call for assistance yet?”
The irritation in my voice would have been clear...
I am your shield,
against the world...
It broke my heart
when you moved away...