Am the sky above and the yonder in space,
a vast universe that won't fit in your case
Am a glowing moon upon your night
you see your shadow beneath my light
Am the Ocean that's deep and vast
I can't be kept away in your pocket
yet again am that tiny seed when buried am cast
to suffocate into blooming Flora that makes life worth it
Am that lonely road you're bound to follow
and find yourself, you're lost, am your campus
am company when you're riding solo
a poignant piece of poetry lying upon a tattered canvas
Am a pregnant cloud hovering the endless skies,
but I'll soon come pouring in soothing patters of rain
cause I know that underneath your gentle sighs
there's a great deal of untold pain...
in your darkest hour, am the last speck of light,
the deem power of faith left in your torch
Am the sun of expectations when you need a ray of hope in sight
and the shed when in need of an escape from scotch
am the flapping sail in perilous currents above  the boat
and no matter the strength of waves I'll keep you afloat...
in the hurricane of your existence, I am the calm
for I am who I am
am air, invisible like nowhere yet anywhere and everywhere
that even when you're deafened by despair
am the wind you hear silently whispering, "I ****** care"!
**I am that and this,
I am love and peace

I'm so lucky to be from the pearl of Africa
where democracy is just but a name
where independence was given but with chains
where a thousand busk in the millions' pains
I'm so lucky to be from a country where reigns total freedom of speech
as long as you're not a member of the opposition
a country where freedom of speech only lasts until the speech is made
if only you could ask the hundreds incarcerated,most are dead
for what? for not not realising the freedom doesn't count after speech
I'm lucky to be from a country that gives no **** about human rights
especially these meaningless developments
like right to internet, what a sweet place to live
no Whatsapp, no Facebook nor twitter and why?
Tomorrow is the swearing in of our new old President...
not that age is important, after all it's just a number
tomorrow we usher in a very comprehensive government
one which has managed to stretch its tentacles across three decades
tomorrow we will see fat bellied millionaires
on screens of those who can afford televisions
congratulate our president who's filled with enthusiasm
to rule a poor mass who voted for their corruption free bellies
and thus social media could be used to bomb our young innocent leader
black mambas beautify our streets while jet fighters ornamentally
buzz across the blue skies, as if Osama has resurrected in Kampala
to the visitors, we are not at war...those are salutes to our most cherished one
the visionary, the most trusted, the compassionate
the one who wouldn't hurt a fly or swat a mosquito
we can't take any chances, just tune your channels tomorrow
for first hand glimpse of the merry and youthful dances
social media is a destruction yet our president deserves all ears
in the sky, on the streets from the hopeless unemployed
tomorrow we speak not of change but change without change
tomorrow we usher in steady progress for another five years
tomorrow we start to smile and wipe the tears
for tomorrow we acknowledge the old man is here to stay
I hear even the Zimbabwean tortoise is in the country
ready to congratulate his associate...these boys fought for their countries
they freed us from crucibles into their heavenly hades...
we should appreciate they have sacrificed too much...
tomorrow is public holiday, forward to conservative past we match
back from the beautiful future we don't deserve
tomorrow like helpless dogs we bow to our master's collar
tomorrow we bury our hopes for change and feed on this yellow muck
the swamp of greed, we can't risk defiance, we're stuck
we're like the long horned cattle of the west
for tomorrow the fat ticks start to **** and ****
but I wonder, for how long, for how long will we just talk?
when will we do more than just silently sob?
I bleed for my country or a country I once thought was mine
I bleed the taxes, the ruthless beatings, the tear gas
I bleed like a slave being whipped by these fatigued caravans
I bleed despair and melancholy and wander
like a headless chicken,for how long though? I wonder!
I bleed for God and my Country
for Uganda, I bleed...

I carry my mother wherever I go
and I am my mother the more I grow
she is a lady who never quits no matter the hurdle
a perfect example of endurance I've seen since my cradle
till now that I'm Journeying to the Grave,
she is wonderfully made and brave
a proof that true love exists, yes my mother
she loved Justus, she loved Ezra, she loved Cornel,Olive, Lucy,I & my father
the praise the Pacific receives is because the world isn't aware of the vastness of my mother's heart
she is a firm centrepiece and her family's close even when set apart
by the Sea that hides cornel out of sight somewhere in  Turkey
by the fresh responsibilities that blanket Lucy in Nairobi
by Destiny that holds father captive Home by the Countryside
Work that's keeping Justo and Oli dancing to the tune of Mint,
Ezra working his fingers to the bone
for my niece Shanty to spring up to a brighter dawn
Hustle that often keeps Mama a far toiling so that we become
who we are and who we will be tomorrow
and Education and future that manacles me in this city
Mama's the best student of the family
for she learnt all our
Weakness, Threats, Opportunities and Strength
weaknesses and helped us overcome
our threats and dug them out even when it meant whipping our *****
the opportunities she opened our eyes to
and our might, she is the reason we all know where our strength lieth
Mama'll always be the law that I follow
the woman I trust most and the best thing that ever happened to me
I carry my Mama in my Heart, I carry my Mama in my Soul
my Mama is my face, my Mama is my character too
she taught us to spread love wherever we go
by loving us unconditionally
she taught us to make the best decisions
for she chose for us the best Papa in the Stellar
she taught us to endure from her persistence
and today we stand for the people because from her resistance
& fight for what's right, truth defines our existence
I'm proud to say I carry my mother wherever I go
I carry her smile, I go an extra mile
I carry her heart even if not in the same measure
I carry her Soul, world's greatest treasure
And I carry her person in my Heart everywhere I go
Call me young, but I will always walk
with my Mother and pieces of my father
if I am an art piece of clay
the two are responsible for the pottery
and being moulded in such warm and caring arms
feels better than winning any lottery
or accidentally finding oneself in a treasury
I love Mama not only because her womb was my safest sanctuary
but also because she's the best player in the siblings I have & love
the baby and boy I was yesterday, the young man I am today
and the success of the person I see in my tomorrow
she's responsible for the art in my Heart
the upper in my cut and the purr in my cat
I love you Mama, World's most wonderful woman
Sending you this message from Stars away
Simply to Say
I love you Mama and
Happy Women's Day

I envy your resolve, unyielding and true,
For the effort you put forth, even when dreams seem askew.
In moments when the tides of fate don't sway your way,
I envy your faith, shining bright, come what may.

Amidst grotesque days, you still find hope's embrace,
Loving where others would choose to hate, leaving no trace.
With a plate full of challenges, you chew with grace,
Dreaming of profits amidst losses, finding your own space.

Oh, how I envy your unwavering belief,
In the face of adversity, you find relief.
Your spirit soars, refusing to be tossed,
I admire your resilience which takes no account of the cost.

I laugh at the bad breath of death
whilst the waves of my existence are calm
at him sarcastically I hum
because I'm not just like any other life he takes
or one to blindly trust the smiles he fakes
I'm fully aware of his hypocrisy
so I've insured my life with integrity
when he knocks at my door courage will be my Panga
peacefully waiting without a grain of anger
with smiles I wait albeit I'm yet to walk many miles
I laugh at death because I am already dead
the rock of my first love shattered my heart and messed up my head
I die with every disappointment I encounter
I die with every NO that should have been a YES
I guess I'll know when death comes, I'll tell his saunter
I laugh at death because he's wasting his time
he may take me but he will never **** my rhyme
lived to the best of my ability, I've reached my prime
with vigilant ears in my soul I'll hear his knells chime
I laugh at death for immortal is the spirit in my heart
because I'll perish but live on in my Art
in the melancholic tales, the ugliness of poetry
and in the jumbled descriptions of my stories
I laugh out loud for death won't be the end
it shall be a reunion with family plus many a friend
I pity death, he is no longer a mystery
No more triumphant praise, no more glories
I'll live on in the pictures of treasured moments
in the catchy social media posts and comments
thus he'll win the fight but the battle's already won
and albeit my travels to the great beyond will leave some  hearts torn
my departure won't necessarily mean I totally perished
I assure you,I'll live on in the minds of those who loathed
the hundred hopeless naked I strived and clothed
but most of all, I'll live on in the hearts of my cherished
So I laugh at death

Nobody remembers the losers but not even a million years
will make me forget the passion and the tears
it was not just a game, it was totally hard work
albeit chances weren't capitalised besides the bad luck
You're one player who hasn't had it easy of late
but I hope you don't second guess yourself for the errors of fate
I have never shed a tear because of sport
but yesterday I did for your tears broke my heart
You may never read this, maybe you've seen worse
but as one of your biggest fans, I couldn't let these words pass
It's a pity about yesterday, when the best was not lucky enough
such cruelty, the game is sometimes unfairly rough
so I will always remember the tears after centuries
just as I remember that equaliser at Camp Nou
that you were among those who won at Munich
the emotions that day were equally unique
I wanted a repeat for you yesterday and truthfully
much as you didn't impact as much as the younger you would
at least you won them a chance to level it earlier
it was missed, maybe destiny played part or nerves
but I'll never forget that moment, the torment
No body remembers losers so I'm gladly a nobody
who will tell your side of the story every time I get the chance
it equally hurt, the win going the other way for the second time
it equally made my heart lose its rhythm and rhyme
but like Wenger often says, next time better
for failures often season the triumphs sweeter
Tell Diego he's wrong, colchoneros will always remember
the fight and spirit depicted until the fateful surrender
I will always remember.

I don't have to be perfect
there's someone out there
who doesn't mind the scars
and flaws, I just have to find her

You've been hurt before by both action and words spoken
by promises unmet your fragile heart's broken
but I'll find my way through those tiny spaces and cracks
to enter and  lock myself inside your heart
and hope that no outside key ever works
just so that the world can't tear us apart
I long to forever walk with you side by side
to scratch your back in case it itches
and radiate my warmth in the cold
I want my kids to be yours and when the time reaches
be inspired by our triumph when we're old
I wish to be right by your side as the dawn appears
past the sad and through the happy years
I fancy being the very first image in your eye
Hope that won't forever be a pie in the sky
I envisage you as my lifetime partner in my quest
across the Oceans of eternity, and I feel blessed
I want to be the bandage that helps in your healing
the one who won't abuse your intense feelings
I want us to hold hands as we walk the same road
that way we can go far, sharing our load
instead of singly dragging along our burdens
I want to be your favourite flower in the gardens
To appreciate your milestones and pat your back
I'll be your campus when you're lost and stuck,light in the dark
You've been tossed and shattered, your Heart is clattered
but I'll pick up the broken pieces albeit they're scattered
I'll be a harmonic melody to help you believe again
the compensation for your wasted years
the tissue to dry your tears and remedy for your pain
You carry a wounded soul and a broken Heart
but I'm willing to be part of an inspiring story
one where you find real glory in another fresh start

I try to convince myself someday things
will return to the way they were when we were close
or something more,maybe hinges and doors
that you will remember how sweet our conversations were
and revert to the sweet girl you were from the stranger you are
sometimes I think someday you'll get less busy
call me up,talk and laugh because it used to be that easy
I look at the clock thinking I might develop some powers
to rewind to the days you meant everything to me and
I meant something to you, even if it's just for hours
sometimes I miss the feel of your palm in my hand
I miss the many times you said no matter what
you would never be too busy to remember me
maybe you meant something else or forgot
I try to believe that you recall everything you said
because you gave me your word, that even if you were dead
we would always matter but I doubt you recall the latter
there are days I go through our messages, the comments
sadly laughing for what were beautiful moments are torments
tempting me to block you so that I forget it all
but I doubt that would erase you from my soul
hard was my fall, I fell for your promises even when I knew they were just camouflaged
gravel that would shatter my existence into smithereens
sometimes I wish I could rob back the heart you stole
or experience amnesia and forget our teenage dreams
but then I wonder if I erased that part of us
what would I say mattered in my accountability for my time on Earth?
I try to think that somehow you still see my like on your photographs
amidst the hundreds you receive like you did when you only had two
a part of me says you see my comments in that traffic
of fans that you now have lining up and cheering your milestones
and a day will come when you will say you did
but you couldn't reply to mine and ignore the hundreds
I tell myself that you still care no matter the deed
that after all how would you have known where the road would lead
while I recite the lines of your reassurance like some creed
but then some lines now sound so artificial and fake
I keep imploring myself not to be moved, not to shake
because someday you will honour your "till the end"
and whilst I count, I place you as my paramount friend
but do you ever think about me while you enjoy your new look?
I'm I still an important character in your book?
do you still watch the stars and whom are you doing it with?
Are the rumours true, that you've resorted to doing ****?
Do you still read and pray prior going to bed?
Do you think about me if not, who's in your head?
It's none of my business for life has given me a sanction
but I hope ours wasn't just a crossroad but a junction
and even if you're far out of sight we're still pals
that's what you'll forever be to me,more precious than pearls

At scratch, discern you’ll either win the duel or face defeat
Before you go the distance warrant you’re set to dust your feet
for when a cycle is heavily ridden it unquestionably must squeak
Afore you relish a plum you most probably will ascend her tree
so be sure you can swim before you plunge into the sea
as if you can’t you may lamentably pay very high a fee.
Even before you contemplate a “happily ever after’, a fairytale, a forever
tune your grip to clench the hot rod ‘for better for worse’
scorching of blessings in the moment and every awaiting curse
and also fine-tune your lips to never say never
Before you stir the limpid prepare to deal with every ripple
for you won’t march over mines unless you want to *******
before you poke the bear, beware of the wrath of forked flame
because when you blister, you’ll have you to gulp pain and blame
before you leave, truth and no lie you ought to explain why
and also be willing to say goodbye
for at times there’s no backtracking, before a tantalizing hegira you must be sure
don’t walk off to Medina when the Kaaba you seek is back in Mecca
and turn out to be the reason you’re judged a faker
since prior sailing they say, one must be ready to lose sight of the shore
before you route for emerald pastures, learn how to mow
don’t say “No” when you feel different, or yes for ‘No’
and ultimately, you must be ready to face the universe afore you speak.

I'm brave enough to fear, deaf enough to hear
blind enough to see, I'm a soul in ecstasy
I'm weak enough to fight, in the dark of light
crippled enough to stand, insane enough to understand
that I'm eternal enough to die, truth enough to lie
perpetual enough to end and straight enough to bend
I'm hard enough to bruise and triumphantly lose
I'm desperate enough to believe, happy enough to grieve
afloat enough to drown and smiled enough to frown
I'm treasured enough to be thrown,a dusk enough to dawn
a man enough to cry,I'm mindful enough to pry
I'm question enough to answer, goat enough to panther
I'm block enough to bridge, free enough to siege
I'm lone enough to clique, wake enough to sleep
love enough to hate, I'm free willed to fate
I'm chain enough to freedom, unknown for my stardom
pleasure enough for pain,I'm sunshine trapped in rain
I'm wrecked enough to intact and powerless enough to impact
probability enough to certain,I'm God enough to Satan
I'm peace enough to war,ignorant enough to know
less enough to more, I'm Yes enough to No
I'm stuffed enough to hunger, silence enough to thunder
obvious enough to wonder, I'm builder enough to plunder.

1-We were searching for warmth where there was only ice to find
2-We melted the ice in our souls and just caused an Avalanche in our minds
3-We were two broken people hoping our together would make us whole
Forgetting the rule of magnetism, repulsion of like poles
4-your Heart just as mine was a wide gaping abyss of a black hole
5-No matter what we did, some holes could never be filled
6-We tended the big wounds from the past, but the scars unlike the wounds could never be healed
7-Everyone said love like ours often ended in tragedy, that romance is a rose, and roses flower and fade
8-that all hellos come wrapped in their goodbyes, all beginnings pimped with the lip gloss of endings
9-that we were just another beautiful Titanic yet to encounter an iceberg and sadly we believed them
10-we didn't know that none in history ever chocked swallowing their pride, so we held on to ours as our love slipped away
11-We had bright futures left behind thus lived trying to rewind the chronometer
12-We had an obsession for art and sought sanctuary behind stories and books
13-We thought life could be one beautiful fairy tale, we thought the ambiance would be picture perfect
14-We wanted an escape from loneliness rather than to complement each other...
15-We had the best *** in the world, but never ever did we make love...
16-We always trusted facts yet some lies hold together what is broken by the tremors of truth...
17-We were accustomed to the freedom of dancing in the thundering storm so the manacles of comfort felt so uncomfortable
18-We wanted to find forever, when we hadn't crossed tumultuous bridges in the moment...
19-You were a little girl I expected to act like a lady, you pictured a man in the boy I will always be...
20-You wanted flowers, I wanted powers, you lived your life, I had mine but we ached for ours
21-It was love at first sight, we thought we could live happily ever after in a matter of hours
22-We were just frustrated by the grip life had on us so we thought we'd find the key in each other...
23-Fooled by her beauty, like Icarus we flew too close to the Sun and forgot the glowing orb of desire does burn
24-You developed a blister in your ******  that needed nine months for the doctors to help it out of you, if we squeezed it prematurely you could bleed to death... and the catechist's voice kept reminding me that doing so was itself a sin...
25-I was too young to understand that such blisters didn't ****, and the law didn't help...
26-My father didn't tell me it took pleasant pain to be him, or he probably did but I was deafened by hormones
27-Your mother said she told you and you kept contradicting, she hit you everyday and my testosterone couldn't take it... so I hit her for you, you hated me and I ran away.
28-We never loved each other, we were all running away from something, and we mistook us for a destination...
29-You had big dreams, I even had bigger dreams, the two kept sparking each time we tried to connect...
30-You squeezed a boy out of you and left him at the mercy of his blind grandmother and the tickles of cuddling infesting jiggers...
31-I blame you for having me disowned and ending my education, you blame me for everything.
32-You moved to the city, so did I... Met someone else, so did I.
33-We meet once in a while and you act like Miss world and I keep silent because I don't even have words for you.
34-Am working to get my son, you're doing everything to keep him a secret forgetting that some secrets can never be hidden, especially those with a mouth...
36-I wished I had never known you, you hated that I took your virginity...
37-Once in a while you return to my bed and I gladly welcome you, after which you cry and I comfort you
38-That's all we can be to each other now, a consolation for the melancholic love lives we are experiencing.
39-We both hate that we are apart but know we can't be together
40-For like it was before, we know everything about love but nothing about loving...

It's not about the way you live
neither is it about how you die.*
In this Life what counts is the
in between, the people you met
those you love and those you hate
the moments shared, the pictures taken
years of pain, tears in the rain
to those happy as a child with a toy
drowning in the deepest of joy.
It's about the adventures
and the adventure's always in the journey,
whether alone or with a friend
it isn't about your travels' end...
Always make the best of whatever lies
between hello and goodbye
for in the end that's all that would
have mattered for the beauty of all
reality and the ugly is in the betwixt.

He gifted her stars, but left them in the sky,
so eternities would witness how brightly their love would fly.
He bought her the moon but lent it to the night,
So that forever, the night would bask in her gentle light.
He planted for her roses, with petals soft and red,
A fragrant promise that their love would bloom and spread.
He gifted her the ocean, with its vast embrace,
To carry his brimful feelings for her, an infinite vase.
He carved for her a statue, but placed it in the park,
A symbol of their unity, a love that would leave its mark.
He crafted for her a sonnet, but whispered it to the breeze,
A verse that spoke of forever, a love that would flow with ease.
He built for her a castle, but perched it upon a cloud,
So that she would always be down to earth
He offered her a map, with uncharted lands to explore,
Lands too far but she had come to stay and never soar.
He granted her a wish, but told her to keep it,
Its magic they'd store for when they'd need it...

Guarded the remnants of my broken heart
Gathered the pain, of course I was hurt
I told myself never to fall for another lie
Believed strongly knowing I'd rather die
But time gracefully flapped her wings
And with it came another who sweetly sings
I forgot all the promises myself I'd made
Couldn't reason with her draped in my head
I felt comfort in the blanket of her embrace
And safe taking the grace beneath her dress
She was a blossom only found in Fairland
Leaving me neither caution nor lesson learned
She was an opportunity I seized by the beard
A reckless adventure I'd hitherto feared
By the vast river of her charms swept away
So whether It's real or not, I'll take it day by day
Right at this moment I'm in love again
And future if it happens 'll take care of the pain

There are creatures that crawl through veins,
Unseen, yet felt, like ethereal chains.
They slither and coil, with secrets untold,
They blow hot and they blow cold.

They creep in the shadows, elusive and sly,
Their presence unseen to the naked eye.
Mysterious things, their essence profound,
Leaving traces of slime as they slither around.

In the stillness of the night, their whispers arise,
tormenting the wakeful, igniting wild cries.
They walk with dread, hidden and deep,
awakening monsters locked up in magic’s keep.

These creatures and monsters when set free,
Feed on terror, death brings them glee.
They gobble in the night, unheard of in the day
Embrace their whispers, they’ll ****** your soul away,