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20/10/2024

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05/08/2023

Following me

When you followed me
What did you expect?
Mother Theresa or a papal
modification.
See, I am in a love and
hate relationship with religion.
Blame the flies.
My temple was desecrated
soon as my breasts started
filling my blouses.
Communion was broken
on the night the world
stayed awake.
I didn't scream.

But I digress.
I serve a plate of controversy
each day.
I'm a poet without a portfolio.
The lyrical lakwena.
Stuck on a word
fattening diet.
The writer of the afflicted,
and oppressed.
The word scientist without
a degree.
The weaver woman who never
runs out of thread.
Wordplay has always been my
foreplay.
Close your eyes and
moan with me.

I verbalize.
This isn't the conformist
dinner.
My hue has always been
uncomfortable.
I am not here to massage
your eardrums with sweet
endearments.
Let my declarations
Pierce through your skin
like needles.
Run scalpels through your
brain, I will.
Provoke your thoughts
and tickle your mind.
Let the water of my poetic
fountain overflow.

Freestyle piece.

04/08/2023

Letters to him

Your eyes are a
roadmap to all the
places my
heart intends to visit.

Through the
windows to your soul,
I see our future
children playing
on the couch.
I see us glowing in
retrospect.

I, in yours.
And You
You...
Us intertwined
like vines as we
sway with the
Sunflowers
in the fields.

I see forever in
your eyes.

04/08/2023

𝐈 π€πŒ ππŽπ“ π’πŽπ‘π‘π˜

I am not sorry for putting
you on hold and responding
to my needs.
For ignoring yesterday's
plaintive script and
Dawn's tantrums.
I do not apologize.

Assume my plea for
candor.
Roll my contrition like a
blunt and smoke it.
I am getting high on
me anyway.
I am not sorry.

I have been taking care
of everyone but me.
Respond to your Clarion
call, I have.
I claimed you when the
world declaimed you.
Took you in and called
you, home.
Created masterpieces
on your shattered painting
and made you whole.
While I faded away like
the picture of Dorian gray.

I wore your cicatrices on
my wrist.
Tore up every feeling of
doubt just to make your
life alittle easier while
I stirred tears of stress in
my tea cup.
Woke up in the middle of
the night with the bags of
stress under my eyes just
to carry your baggage.
For every complaint, I listened.
Paid attention to your
tantrums with the faith of a
priest during confession.
Yet still... you take, take
and take.

I am not sorry for putting
my phone down today.
For choosing me amidst my
affliction, and your
conflictions.
For ma********ng to
my aura.
I have been starving!
Stressing to your free press.
Pressing me like linen.
I won't apologize for putting
me above your needs.
For saying No.
For saying, I can't.
For saying, I got personal
things to do.
For saying, Not today.
When all I want to do is
part my fat thighs and
breathe!

I am not sorry for
choosing self.
For taking care of me.
For focussing on
my mental health.
Me.

03/08/2023

𝗠𝗬 π—Ÿπ—’π—©π—˜π—₯ π—œπ—¦ 𝗔 𝗖𝗒π—₯π—₯𝗨𝗣𝗧 𝗖𝗒𝗨𝗑𝗧π—₯𝗬

My lover is a corrupt country
A protruding belly
Round worms of last week's feast.
Attractive on the outside.
Rotten inside
Brimming with 1986 bush tales.
Decaying with 2023
unfulfilled pledges.

My lover is a corrupt country.
Passion smudged lips.
Last night's lip service.
He woos me with promises.
Takes my body after dark
And plants his manifesto seed
inside while the rest of the
world snores.
He rises with the rooster and
bribes my mind with an
undeclared date for marriage.
The blackmail begins.

My lover is a corrupt country.
But he is a champion.
Takes my tired body like a king.
Scours my pan like a hungry man.
And massages my eardrums with
yesterday's verbose while passion
drips from my thighs.
Yes, he has quite the reputation.
Of a tiger.
A Lion on heat.
And every h***y stereotype
and label.

My lover is a corrupt country.
He is never satisfied.
He takes
takes,
And takes.
His eyes shine like Eugene
crab at the sight of money.
For every penny,
his deception grows.
His point of gratification
is suffering.
Rheumy eyes, and hollow bellies
on the streets of Kampala are
proof of his legacy.
An empty point plan for poverty
eradication.
I'm still hungry.

My lover is a corrupt country.
A fool and his gold.
Unfaithful.
He buys loyalty.
Preaches royalty.
Makes love to me with
his phallus beating for more
pieces of her, and
Them.
He is without contrition.
His supplications are
contributions
to a prophet's bank account.
The Aura of corruption is his
undocumented legacy.
When he f***s me, I scream.
In hunger.
With anger.
In pain.
With rain.

Baseless Foundation...

03/08/2023

Poetic Display of Affection (PDA)

When i ask you how you
feel about me.

Don't tell me that you
feel good and leave me
seething for more.
I don't like hanging words.

Tell me about how much
you miss me each
moment the moon
sacrifices its happiness
for the sun.
Tell me about the rhythm
of your heart beat when
passion blows the sax.

Tell me how your mind
constantly wanders when
i whisper warm loving
endearments in your ears.
Tell me about your soul.
How beautifully we
connect and compliment
each other like treble and bass.
Tell me about your dreams.
Your deepest fears.
How you're scared of losing me.
Tell me how my humanity
Compliments your humanity.

Be open as a barn door.
Let your love for me
be expressive.
Let your feelings and
emotions flow like the Nile
Make my smile like I got
Meteors landing at my feet.
Let me walk like i got my
dancing shoes on.

Don't give it to me
As plain as day.
Mean it.
Let me feel it in my veins.
Drench me with your feelings.
Overwhelm me with your love
Waste me.
Paint your lucid thoughts
on my n**e skin.
Make my va**na cry tears of joy.
Make me your disciple.
I will lay at your feet and
listen to every word.

I am a woman who gets
high on words.
Let your love be my watch tower.

If you're going to give me
incomplete sentences
and scattered adjectives
about how you feel,
Let silence do your bidding.

My words are on Marble✍️

02/08/2023

Who does the African pray to?

Who does the African
Pray to when crisis
becomes a squatter
in the house?
When problems turn at
every point.
And uncertainty becomes
make up concealer.

The African wrings out
his eyes like a sponge to
a colonial Jesus who was
planted on the consciousness
of our ancestors.
Calls out, "Jesus save us!"
"Jesus protect us!
Fasts, and prays.
Prays, and fasts.
The same Bible that was
used to enslave our brothers
and sisters.
The same scripture that
was used to condemn the
African to a life of servitude.
"Slaves obey your masters"

When Covid-19 visited like an
Annoying relative.
It reset our economy.
It reset our lives.
But who does the African
cry out to when death changes
faces in his household?

The Poet Testaments

Why Be Fake When Being Real Takes Less Effort.... Its Been A WhileπŸ“•"
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Nobody Pushes Back The Hand_Of Time!

14/11/2021

Just Like The Eagle" Won't Be Seeing Me All The Time!

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