Hold your breath, it’s Friday!
From the North, East and West they all meet up here
And I have no options to make this sign
In the name of the father, Son and the Holy Spirit
Saucy lines strictly seasoned for hungry insatiable eyes
I accept my fate reluctantly, poor soul but they are here
Freshly baked brown bare thighs exhibited invitingly
Chocolate and light skins served chilled but with pepper
And this is Kampala, on this Friday, just hold your breath
Weapons of Mass destruction paraded on hefty chests
Smeared with scented oils suspended in visible bright colour bras
I hear them whispering faint nothings littering this city with their beauty
Hot painted lips on ever glowing pretty faces
Hold your breath brother, if you have any left!
For we can run but we can’t escape, this is Kampala on Friday
Saturday they all migrate to the lake scores of Entebbe
Parading leisurely their derriere ever bikini clad
But we still meet with them for our Sunday services
At Calvary, Watoto, All Saints etc. with hands raised to the Almighty God
And I humbly watch, perhaps lazily, perhaps keenly, God have mercy
Perfect curves in ever tight pieces of clothes, nails vanished, legs waxed
Hair held back in all variety of styles, God invented Hair!
All kinds of heavenly perfumes from the most expensive brands
High heels, shining, bright and neatly designed, they really hate gravity
Contours past the River Nile, artist’s hand find it to paint
Any one would think there is a scarcity of underwear in Kampala
But we love it still, the bliss, the warmth, and the glamour of Kampala
So my good brother, Hold your breath this is Friday
©Ronald K Ssekajja 2014
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
I looked in her eyes as if to say, “It didn’t have to end this way”
And in the focal of those dark centers in the bright pretty eyes
And I begged her once again, for nothing between us was unforgiveable
But her love had already gone, stolen by someone else, non-retractable
And they tell me she had long gone, yet this entire long I thought it my mistake
And I begged her once again, telling her I could not stay without that smile
The dimples in cheeks, that bright look in her eyes, her long legs,
I could not live without her, so I begged her once again
Telling her, all my background, and the love had missed all childhood
She could not do this to me, I deserved a second chance, and she too knew it
But her heart had long gone, I was here and she was there.
With her version of the love of her life, I explained myself
Telling her if it were in misbehavior, I would change
I knelt, I begged, I wrote poems, talked to her friends, prayed hard
But none would change, none would deter, for her love for me had long vanished
I could still remember the warm stare in her pretty eyes
I would still see her charming gait when she moved
I could not help it, even after some years, I begged her once again
I was ready to forget she left me, that he took him in his arms and kissed her
But this too was a long shot, it all amounted to vanity, she had left
So it did not matter, If I begged her once again
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC