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Apr 2014
I bolted out of the door like
a ghost was after me
My head had run short of remedies
I just couldn’t stand the words that hard been spoken to me
Though I didn’t get so angry,
I went vigorous and as dangerous as acid

I contained my temper, Iced my thoughts in seconds
Slowly heated up like a boiling bot
But my lovely face kept smiling

Then I muted myself
Cause if I said a word, it would be terror for them.
Worse than that of the famous Napoleon’s and ******’s
I knew if I rose up neither Samson nor David would have stopped me.

You’re not a coward I said to my self
What happens next, now is the moment…
I dramatically stand up, with a roaring, thunderous voice
And cried out with energy;
“you think you can handle me….Ahhhh
A man of my caliber shouldn’t be addressed by
an antiquated voice of a lumpen. I say to you
Watch your mouth carefully
or else, hell will be too close for you to be”.

For a moment I felt cracks of pity off my face.
Unfortunately, this was only said to my heart
No one heard the drama inside me,
Cause by that time; I looked worse than fear its self
The words running through my nutshell couldn’t
Solve the situation,
‘should have said it off’
I kept this as my Wish.
Thomas Bron Mukama
Written by
Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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