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Macstoire Mar 2014
Your land is red decorated with green
And your people are fascinated by me
Because I am Mzungo
White skinned with fair straight hair
Which presents a surprising similarity
Whilst your soil and trees impress me
Our differences reflect a common interest in the other
Uganda. 7th January 2013
Macstoire Mar 2014
Atop an Orange van driving through the jungle
Journeying toward Ugandan Safari
Heads skimming branches and hanging leaves
And above us super sized spiders held between the trees

Up-tailed Pumbas dash into the unknown
where branches are tangled within themselves
and cacti are dressed with vines like a curtain
giving lives some security from the hunters hidden within

Nearing the fall the redness of soil shines shards of diamond
like the confetti of angels
Whilst the deathly currents are gushing a fierce calming
the spray saturates us in a welcome cooling
as we view the hanging rainbow of bliss

The journey continues with our legs dusted in glitter of the earth
and wind blowing the wet from our skin
A knock delivers generous giving’s of green
And we listen to an orchestra of nature
welcome us to the scene of Africa as it should be

Within the park we’re stunned by stretching scenery
Raw Africa as far as eye can see
Afront us a distance of still Savannah
Yet life roams within in abundancy

Of which life we’re left wondering
As we reach the camp of the red chilli
our favourite taste of beer greets us
So sitting back we see the sun sinking
Whilst man builds for us shelter to sleep in

Next morn rises early setting out for sightings
And we watch the red-hot sunrise upon the Nile
The light catching glistening ripples of water
and the painted sky reflecting onto the hippos habitat

Our first taste of the wildlife we wish to see
Their faces skim the wet shallows
and occasionally rise to gather gasps of air
Father and child fight for hierarchy
And we’re excited to witness the creatures’ honesty

Across the water atop Betty life feels complete
Without doubt there’s no better place to be
Chapati and egg breakfast with wind in our hair
whilst we look for movement of life amongst the trees
Our faces stretched with permanent grins of glee

It’s so quiet we can hear the grasses rustling
The tempo set by the crickets chirruping
Interrupted only by spontaneous sound of birds singing
And whistles of romance as the winged ones are wooing
Peace is so perfectly performed it’s mesmerising

Of animals and birds we encounter many
The signatory Kob prance elegantly upon the heath
and dodge road collision at the last minute
Reminding us that this land is theirs
Pace needn’t pander to our presence

We catch glimpses of mongoose scarpering into bushes
And guinea fowl following the leader as they dot along the roadside
Kingfishers fluttering flirts in the skies above us
then make a sudden swift dive for feed in the ground beneath

The giraffe stand still like statues
all pointed toward the sun like proving a point of endurance
Determined not to let us see them run
While the birdlife exceeds expectations
as we score sight of spoonbill feeding breakfast in the lily littered lake

We meet herds of buffalo grazing
whilst birds peck the pests from their backs
proving every part of nature has its’ purpose
And making their bulky weight appear as no threat

The queens of the food chain are found chilling modestly in the shade
ignorant of our privilege for close proximity
Unfazed by vehicles gathering in view of her public rarity
she relaxes comfortably at roadside so calm she’s almost cuddly

Upon the Nile we witness wildlife washing
Flumps are cooling in the muddy waters
Ears flapping whilst feeding on the grasses of the riverbank
oblivious to the still and sinister crocs waiting within for prey to pass
their jaws held open ready to strike a snack

The blazing heat and gentle motion leaves passengers falling into sleep
But they willingly wake to view the gushing falls of Murchison
cascade down the rock front separating the hills of pure luscious green
and creating current for driver to fight so to journey back safely
Not become another story of tragedy

Then as we wait to board the boat back
Baboons come hither to hunt our rucksacks
To spite their unwanted paparazzi
They help themselves to our belongings greedily
Mother carrying child throughout the robbery

In two days atop Betty and water we’ve been enriched with excitement
and opportunity to see so many new beings
Route home passes Ziwa meeting the endangered rhino species
And we share time with Obama and his protected family

Our last portion of pleasure is hopeful
as we watch the bulky beasts live life naturally
in a sanctuary maintained by committed rangers
who help us follow their motion so closely
we see them soak and scratch their skin

Then back in Betty we have one last long journey
that takes us back to our dreaded reality
of a working week back in capital city
We’re sad but glad to hold a memory
of what was a fantastic fateful opportunity
Merchison Falls, Uganda. 13-15th January 2013
Macstoire Mar 2014
You move in slow motion
Like there’s no urgency
Yet you cause a commotion
When Muzungo pass you in the street

You speak so softly
We miss what you’re saying
Until we enter town centre
Where you expect us to be paying

It’s contradictory
We sometimes are relaxed
Welcomed and absorbed

But the stress picks up heat
When we’re heckled
Grabbed and yelled at

Yet somehow even with this invite
We never want to leave
31st January 2013
Macstoire Mar 2014
A man of no worries
Of no definite plans but discovering
To meet new places and new beings

A man of few belongings
Just the necessities to exist in a transient life
Picking up pieces of those he meets on the way

A man who makes friendships
Then offers opportunity to create special memories
With his modest experience of life on foreign ground

A man who lives in a small space but sees vast land
Accompanying others to view it as freshly
As he first ever did see

He’s a man who gives and shares
But doesn’t ask for and needn’t take

Because he’s a man who lives contently
In a way we wish we could embrace
But perhaps would not manage alone

A man who leaves us wondering
What will be of Adam number 2
Kampala, Uganda. January 31st 2013
Macstoire Mar 2014
I’m a body
She’s a body
We’re all in the room bodies
Bodies with minds
Our minds should meet with her mind
But our minds aren’t hearing
Or aren’t choosing to hear
Our bodies are still passively listening
So our minds can go elsewhere
Mine comes here to find words
For he next to me it makes doodles
They to my other side craft discreet discussion
And she behind has let her mind rule her body
She’s sleeping

Yet she at the front it still talking
Which means her mind can’t read our minds
And either our bodies can make a good disguise
Or her mind can’t read bodies either

On the other hand it could be that
Her mind is not connected
It just runs on automatic speech
Whilst her body practices disengagement
And so she does not see
That we are bored
In a lecture at Uni, 3rd December 2012
Macstoire Mar 2014
I wonder why
Just recently
I’ve been inspired
To make
Poetry

Be it bad
And randomly
Not following
structure
I’m sure the laurette would go mad

But hey **
I’d let them know
I didn’t mean to
Words just came easily
It just happened
So
Anything written
By silly me
Is simply just
Because
I am happy

just there in rhyme
words led me astray
To an answer
I didn’t think to find
Quite so hastily
or in this way
but that is it
this helps me say
things that sit
deep in my mind
without realising

that is why
28th January 2013
Macstoire Mar 2014
Oh Wow. Elation.
Calls for celebration
Some inebriation?
GlugGlugGlug,GlugGlug
Then it’s mad. Too far gone.
Meet the peeps. Talk the talk. Munch the munch. Drink the Drink. DriNk the DrinK. DRink the DriNK. DRInK the DRiNK
‘whoamiwherwhat?’
June 14th 2013
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