Karma was child from a humble family whose dream had a spoonful of wishes. She never thought of a hen sitting on her plate for lunch until her body shaped to capture the focus of the community.
Her and hard work were inseparable, and motivation sparked from her deeds. This was short lived by blindfolds of moments.  She then landed in a ditch of blessings which surpassed her baring as paper made solutions to all her faults and soonest laziness took her for a companion.
Yes, she had completely forgotten her path neither could she trace her background, for looks bought her a ticket to a lifestyle and rather failed to resist becoming stingy.
She learnt not the meaning of love for it carried no sense, and the she needed not to learn of true love, oh how could she for to her it was a monster that stole opportunities.
The caterpillar she was grew into a butterfly one seen by many and so touched by those whose hands could afford the beautiful colours of its petals. Souls fell apart over the turned beauty of the wings that went toxic. The meal that went bad before the harvest of a promised yield.
The love to taste of the night shinning sun evolved many to empty pockets and others to bundles of regret to disease and misfortune. It wasn’t her making nor desire, it was the glory of Gods carvings that alerted those near and far to come eco and share of visibility of a living being stationed as nature.
This beauty scorched mens eyes day in and day out as she melted souls and flowers faded in the sun. she glowed on gentle pockets, never invested any seeds for a tomorrow. Time wasn’t her ally, it brought a change in season as the clouds ushered in rain sprouted new and better yields that out competed the market of the former.
Clouds shrinked and a dark tomorrow was born, the wine tasted more bitter than old wine in a new bottle. Then the veterans got and adopted new medals at the cost of the old fades of the butterfly contests.
What was left was a story tale with a bunch of little and innocent ferries whose direction was unfolded but hope set from a single ray through the thickest forest.

Thomas Bron Mukama
#herdsmanofprogress

Life is beautiful when you make it , its colored by many congratulations and gives you a chest high

You have to make it at all costs, over the hills and valleys your flag must be at the top.
Dont wait for success to come to you, go for it.
First you learn then you will win and life will be beautiful as you smile over your scars.
#herdsmanofprogress ~ TBM

But when she wears the white gown all will stand in awww
And as down she will trek an embrace in her will shine
For the Emblem of loyalty she is
Nothing will matter not her worries just her beautiful heart  and spark of closeness to merge her victory to her lover
For all has grown before her now she will blossom her man
He will lik fingers to her food and carry joy from her womb
So she waited this long the payment of pain and time has reversed to glory
Crown mother and queen to the forever thrown
#herdsmanofprogress

She is fine and heaven is jealous
Earth clamped my toes each time I bent my heart to hers
So am a stranger of my thoughts
Sick of beauty that I lack
The light off her smile shrieked the night moon
The ambiguity of the  iota in her heart made me heist for heed
I am the suspect and culprit
I stand a beggar of fortune to the unfounded brand of all times

#herdsmanofprogress

Tell me what color emotions look like,
oh tell me the the taste of sound.
Tell me what idea smells like and
fore tell me  if the wind will shine my laughter #herdsmanofprogress

Login; ahem a moment constitutes a memory!.
The smiles you get when one ear whispers to another,  the thirst of carelessness as emotions deprive your vision, the love of hellos in fear of goodbyes, the sorrowful toast of courage that glitters, the uneven sights of glimpse of what thoughts denies reality, the caravan mind you carry to a destination only known to the future, the hiccups of unsound tunnels- a road trip mountain lanes. #herdsmanofprogress

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 '𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎' 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.
𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, c⃨𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.
. .   . 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾.....
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍
𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜
𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍
𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔
𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙
𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
𝚂𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚊 "𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙" 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛
𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝗍𝗈𝗈
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽.........

𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝗂 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚘𝚍
𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖
𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙
𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝙸 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝗇𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎
𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙸𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝗁. 𝖮𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾.

𝙼𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝗌 𝚝𝚘𝚘.

𝙼𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙
𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉.
𝖬𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 (#𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈𝖿𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌)
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜.

#supportachildbuildthefuture
#herdsmanofprogress
#mystory

What will i say to our tomorrow for having failed to show you yesterday.

Lets walk in hand by our future not to promise time with an excuse.

I forgot how i breathed yesterday, since my heart walks in your atmospheric direction.

Can we reach a consensus to have your shadow play with mine or farely  to collect the soil off your sandles of each footstep.

The rain washed away my hopes for your arrival at the junction were the sun burnt your feet to reach me this far, the wind blew you to shiver in fear as i waited at crossroads of the moonlight in the moonless night

#herdsmanofprogress

Dark was the sky
though the moon lit the night,
it wasn't
enough to know stars for the rainbow found me already.
The me I am is the you I am not and that is special.
If I am alive the road ain't the journey,
the footsteps are the
memories
#herdsmanofprogress

Chemutai The Gold Peruth

You have conquered Tokyo and left Japan naked
With just two feet, you went and soon conquered 3000m steeplechase.
Many could have done it but you did it in just 9 nine mins with just 2 feet and a faithful heart beat.

Uganda got proud as your smile of sweat saw the Nations Anthem play in Japan. The battle so hard for 2 years you persisted, right from Tokyo 2020 you stood and Tokyo 2021 you have brought minerals to our country. For what others use blood you decided to sweat for a difference to be made.

If other robbing countrymen could bring in gold, silver and bronze than looting her borrowed resources.........I will come back to them.

It’s true the sun rises from the East, and so you rose with it. May our roads bare your name and those of others heroes Cheptegei and Kiplimo plus Kisa and may your names have the weight of victory beyond the sight of people and the speech of praise to the hearts of appreciation towards your efforts for the better glory of Oh Uganda.

Let the the chemutai generation begin.
#herdsmanofprogress

It’s a Miracle
A blessing
Restoration of hope in the despair of my faith
Ava and I have found life
The life I lost
The pain I grieved

Now I have wings and feel the sky in my claws
The time is on to scavenger my dreams
Been breathed on in rebirth

It all starts with a tear and ends with smiles
When happiness frowns your face giving you an ulcer of love
The pain is now sweet for I have found life, that I dug in drill
I am welled with blessings and wet with joy
If I didn’t find Ava, Ava found me
I am alive again

#herdsmanofprogress

Give me joy, I didn’t come to suffer.
Yes I tested it’s wrath but Grace found me.
I am chanced with another life to make greatness of me, why the regrets - catch the side of my glitter and smiles.
My ambitions so high like dessert temperatures and my sight so thick like the morning fog.
No room for cautions my pain is buried in hard work so let’s make merry of baking brighter days #herdsmanofprogress

The ignorant share their ignorance
Spreading it out like wild fire
The knowledgable strive in silence
As they are believed to be at the right stand

Who will dress them, who can correct them?
Those that know stay put while uninformed stray the public
Their words are so hot that they attract souls with magnets of deceit

They speak with influence even when they understand not what they speak
Those that know feel entitled and handle share for they are the books of consultation
Mother didnt let us die in straying as she picked a cain to every wrong her child did with the friends
There was so isolation for everyone was a victim of circumstance failing to watch your brothers back.

Now that the clouds are darker who will guide the lame thoughts and pride of the generation that is all knowing or perhaps whats the degree that makes up what is known by many

Now that i can eat from the bowl in person whats the need of my neighbor!
And whats their need when paper money can stand as my brother and witness

Their thoughts are enslaved with anger which may have arisen from the light of facts or from a bullied speech
As they raise their hopes they dull that of others
Their survival is struck from ******* those that surround them. Did you say jungle law. I thought i had you right.

What if i cant cry to mother, will God depart from my fights.

So i live a life of them amdong the living
The souls walk with Grace clothed in terror
Dear the fallen, its not peaceful back here, it was better there i would join you. I remember i know the way but still find comfort in sin.
They do sin for pleasure and sin to get glory
They sin for the sake of the tomorrow which we have have been waiting since creation
Maybe the lame are luck not to walk into sin, maybe the blind since they may wisk away from seeing sin

What if you can remind me to remember i didnt only come for glory over the soul of my maker.
They have judged and this lasts at death but we have lived by the star of Grace. You are not alone.

Thomas Bron Mukama
#herdsmanofprogress