Even in her absence
I had a goal.
Changing me didn't
Just happen,
For she had already
Robbed my senses
Then I tamed her .

She supported me
Even when I was wrong
She saw the best in me
And calls me her hope,
Her hardwork ;
Speaks you as a pillar
Behind her brightness

I know am an amateur
In your presence
But my blood is serviced
By courage to have
Make nothing but a
Chain of victory

Oh Generational gap, a cancer of to all mankind. The father of lack of communication between the young and the old. A difference brought about the tastes and values.
The pain faced between young and aged but can’t be touched. It started by 1960’s the decades of revolutionary change. It cut across the world in values of ***, religion and civil rights. The disease the emerged earned its self a name by social scientists. It then became “Generational Gap”
I would love to quote a man of great thoughts, Alexis De Tocqueville, who commented that;
“Among democratic nations, each generation is a new people” I have come to appreciate these words.
When I walk down the streets noticing the rising incompatibility existing in our society
Though I admire the old days when the old and young associated freely, working on the same farms
Grandparents telling stories to their little ones; what a lovely society they had.
With the invention of television and computers some families were bonded in communication
While others live in agony especially the illiterate.
The old desire different designs from the youth, whose trends change per living day of nakedness
Young people prefer working in executive places like offices compared to the donkey farm work considered to be for the old
Another cause of generational gap is decay in morals; the young people feel like they know everything and don’t like to be corrected thus taking information from old people as outdated, young people finding lots of hardships to great their elders
In the field of music elders prefer oldies and more preferably educative songs, and as for the youths they delight in Hip-hop and dancehall, am sure those present here can testify to this a term with no disco dances makes us dull students.
When it comes to religious issues, youth find it a burden to go to church and if they offer to go they prefer it to be in a club way. Praise and worship accompanied by jazz unlike the old days where drums are the centre of music.
Cultures in this way have greatly faded away; the trend of western culture has flamed up the world.
Drugs and *** are a hobby and celebrated amongst the youth, yet *** to the old was for companionship and co-creation.
But when we came to medical technology we all applause in general, young or old there is easy treatment, use of scanners, and medical facilities cuts across.

This is how far it goes
Now that your smile causes me pain
How you walk past me makes me envious.
Hope my throat won’t suffer from goiter
Since saliva can’t flow like it used to
You surely know how to hurt me
Without even a single touch
Modeling in my face without even a simple wave
It’s the same place we live
But different lifestyles
Am high on memories, of that one day
When you said the words I keep recycling in my brain

weird standing raw in my mouth
Adding up sugar, a taste unknown
Fresh From the garden
The hungry teeth bite
A better through to the pan laters
Down to soup now tasty
Thanks to the heat; we'll made soft
Sweetness bettered after salt
Why not plant salt in tomato seeds

The time I felt tummy hurts
Those that needn't the doctor
Those of hunger strikes in me
I clinged to worry for myself
Before my life discovery.
Was too used to pizza and burgers
Nothing from my own homeland
Though in my search I fell in a direction
An improved variety tabled for us
Down the table I sat, not popular to the world but my tummy signed in
Lost my taste buds to only this
To that I ate like a hired thief in full bites
The bells of Hawaiian, becon, chicken, sausage, all for One
  A Rollecks.....
Marked my anniversary of love for snacks
The place whose memory runs in my blood
The Ugandan Nemo's,
Imprisoned my love for Rollecks
One of a kind shared without regrets

yes you can mention how cold it is
Though you can't expressly show the cold.
literally breaching my innocence
To capture your heart.

we don't count memories of love
much as they greatly shine in our lives
only the wonders of how its started
reflects its stages in flow.

Time developes it and so does it fade with it
worse than a burial
laying ....the dangers of s waterfall
tameable on probability
In
a nightmare of a swim on land.

Money scarcity
low circulation
high prices
High demand
More expenditures
less earned
Paid goods not delivered
The delivered not paid
Borrowing for debts
Accumulation of misfortune
death of loved ones
More crimes committed
A life of inequalities

Belovest,
        Taking it as the most outdated wont be my concern but rather the data once mastered all shall be well. I stand on strong grounds not to convince you into such an engagement but to give you another reason to be gladly happy.
Putting into consideration that I am neither a lost sheep nor the provider of my future, rather I am patient not to promise but make each day a memory unforgettable.
    Whoever I am and I want to be God knows well but am sure he has prepared the best. I should call my self a hero to have you and yet a miserable man cause having you is seeing physical love and how I fear that I may loose you to the terrible world.
Not even for a second should you take me for an angel cause am not, but one thing am sure about is I am myself in all conditions.

Recalling the time I put you on the scale of my heart to gauge you in my life as more than an important activity and project worth all my endeavors. I can bear the pain of sharing your sorrow and climbing with you to the heights of your worries. i

We've been friends but i am sure you’re now more than sweet dream to me, there have been lots of laughter between us that have made me closer to you. The love you so desperately seek is here in my arms ….now I'm telling you that you are the one for me.

I've kept my feelings for you contained for as long as I could, and true, honest love shouldn't be contained and kept for this long, others only see it in halves; they see your body but what I feel for you is way more than a skin on your body, so deep in the veins, growing more and more every day, and growing deeper than the deepest and more everlasting every passing minute.
You mean so much to me, Just seeing your smiling face or hearing your heart-melting voice just brightens me up. I don’t wish for a lot but for God to keep in me the hope of me being more than my thoughts to you and your family.

Once in a while its good to make a memory
make love wildly and climb walls
stain the clothes but not breaking a leg
How you attach yourself to them
A diversity challenge in motion

How will she know if you never said how you love her
Do that special thing to last
Abunch of calls, wrapped kisses,
massive massages.
Bite a little flesh and make a mark,
Fire memories to last even after
The journey together

Have you ever thought
with an iced mind
its worse than swimming
in shallow water.

A coin received in hard days
Is like a cactus plant in the desert
An open mind Is bearable
like the leaves of a tree
useful to man and the soil

The days when you make a mistake
And your achievements sunk
to the existence of a zombie
among the living.

My presence in LDC was an obligation to find fortune and it was kindled and ready to swim as a Law Don amidst the professional predecessors in the matter. Whoever looked at me while I sloped down to the centre stood assured that I was going to trade my money for knowledge.
Like success is a calculated design, I dedicated my time from the day the magic ink from the secretary dropped on my paper in approval of my contract with the geniuses. Soon I set my goals as I got engaged with big brains that kept tickling my brains with knowledge and in no time my thinking capacity had multiplied faster than a virus in my head.
This was not a joking matter as some ambassadors to the centre retired before executing their duties due to the un friendly terms that were expressed, while others switched to Airplane  mode to ignore all terminologies’ that would likely  trespass to the head to block their understanding.
In this issue, I had to act big headed and consent to all, and if possible download a knowledge converter to store all the necessary data. Much as I germinated from law ignorance and sprouted courageously, I was terribly affected when I set foot to apply my wisdom to the justice defaulters in the hungry world. My shock was that most people looked like justice stores but where rather pregnant with lies which left me cringing, and this too has greatly caused miscarriage of justice in the society. How can you convince me to let them rest peacefully on earth, that would be disrespecting the knowledge that the centre has acquitted me with.
I beg on your pardon, haven’t I got a right to vociferate about this? I didn’t jump from a filling basin to watch injustice take precedence; and I wouldn’t stand drowning my ambitions of freeing many minds from their crippled negative thoughts that nothing is going to be better.  Thus set your eyes to seeing positivity yet to come. It’s better to believe than disbelieve, in so doing we bring all to a realm of positivity. Of course, don’t expect me to swear an affidavit to confirm that but though am more than willing to become an Onus to those that **** and defile justice in day light.
“Know the law” wasn’t quoted for history but to diagonise those who smuggle injustices and inequalities into our society. It’s a generation of thinkers although some people are still locked up, far from the truth with the while defaulters stand with a defence of insanity. Mind whoever that ignorance of law is not a defence; we have to undress society of its evils to qualify ourselves to be called children of justice. It begins with the legal brains but cuts across all sectors with common intensions. In all capacities quarter, half or fully baked with knowledge and understanding we ought to light one another’s candle, not to set bush on fire and selling off the innocent souls.
Am a preacher of justice, a justice centred mind, preaching to heads of undefined demeanour.  If 1 is a position and one by one makes a bundle, then what’s your position in justice?
A naked mind can’t achieve anything.  Just like we all work for a better tomorrow and not to live as vagabonds in this world, therefore don’t smile back if you’re not ready to take the precautions to send the devil back to hell.  As a merchant of justice, I bow for all great country men who have endlessly stood firm and fought to protect the house of justice.

if I werent
a real man
  I would
salivate
each time I
saw you.

A treasure worth taxes
a machine that supplies
me with joy.
A better connection than
wifi and Hotspots.
you conquered all lies in me
established burning truth
Thank God for a gift you're
beautiful like night stars.

fairly hold tight to my heart
it hangs right in your presence
preserved by your gentle
touches and whispers
All penetrate me for comfort.

My world is covered by grief
Many surround me for love
Though in them
Streams of poison flows
They walk by my side
And stab my absence with words.

They smile over paper and bottles
Watching for my collapse
Shining in my memories
A blend of illness to my soul
They stand tall and forgetful
Cut the tree that feeds them
When I fall they shall follow me
When I rise the flow is theirs

Am truly grateful for hosting you
In my life you lived like a superstar
More popular than the TV soaps.

In the Hollywood of my friends you shinned,
Before disaster was born to us
We made thousands of decisions
But Never was fate included.
Many had made glorious entries
But  unbearable departure.
It was intended to love and never to hate
To have and never to loose.

What would you do if one morning
All joy turned to fear (dreams to past)
Hopes into sorrow
To chase so shortly
And gone too soon
I presumed I was preventive
But it happened; like death steals the living.
A disease undiagnosed
With no announcement to make.

Have got no more to chase
Cause the choice isn’t mine to make.
The beauty and fantasies
Now buried in disappointment .

Your face smiles with hatred and shame
………..Shalom to you
Who crippled the Love that I had
And washed my efforts to dust
Nothing left to protect
Rather all left to the blowing wind
To determine its direction and destiny.

The one whom I never loved at first
one that I never had an idea of
one outstanding in beauty
And her knowledge spoke.

The disappointment that caused you a smile
The coin paid to save my poverty
And the pain that took away my joy
one I have to bare at times
An achievement never dreamt of

Each time I have a bad memory
I strum my Guitar
The sound flows down the heart
And makes a delivery to the brains
The days when my brains
Are at Calvary
With a cross of torture
A judgement from human.

A compilation of illusions
Packed by music, negative
Energy lost for moments
With a refreshment of tunes
The further is more of a purchase
Of new times as drawning in joy
The possibility of all the
sorrows swept by beats.

The Doctor of my soul;
A patient so often for
Troubles never seize
The medicine unseen through
The Ballads of the golden era
The strum of the present
you're the healer of emotions
And keeper of peace.

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

Trained for target for gain
In or out of range
I have to cover it up
I see you in my ranges
My focus is timetabled
Checked to those planning to stab me
We live not in peace
Those who surround me wish for my shoes
No one knows how heavy they are
My achievements stained
I plan to cage my inequalities
All my worries stand to my back
soldier lives by power of his tactics
my bullets smell for fresh catch
aiming for the finest
Soon I shall shoot my behind front
Its about to be or not to
Shoot to **** or to hit
Reign for now or eternity
The shot that blew off the mountain cliff
A die hard in softness

Life is like an elevator
It takes you at its pace,
Up and down as it moves.

The great things done
Elevate you higher
While instabilities
Bring you down.

Built in steps not races
Whether you walk or stand
They keep in motion.

straight from the looks you blaze
Your smiles speak Better than your inside
The clothes make my eyes jealousy,
No need for lingerie to amuse me
you're a spark of progress in my thoughts

I would fail an exam to design you
for your appearance is like a painted portrait
Equipped with a figure of life
All mountains and valleys on you
contours and all nature reserves

Each time I see am induced
For an action.
keep your distance for I may bladder
in thinking, not ready to stammer

Title carried with no portion of duty
A house doesn't define loyalty
And neither does having money
Make you royal.
stained blood seeking for kinship
Association beholding his fears
Lifting him to levels of prince's
No matter what you eat or drink
Or change your name
In their favour you never become
Them rather a copy of them.
Certain things come set
Like a child born a prince
While others are acquired
By the use of books for knowledge
Impostors soon slide to the floor
Where they rose from
Their faces forgetten
And the backs stripped
By their tales.
Famous by tales, names and works
Outstanding to borrow a position
But when might is weighed
Peasantry is the tell of origin.
Behavior rocks the moments
And the surrounding bows
To you in respect
Honour goes to the brave
In hardwork
You can change your looks
Your speeches
But not the background.

Can I write you a rhythm
To remind you of your scandalous beauty
That have tamed many men falling for you like a magnet
The sweet that you are is the pain that they have
Their sobbing hearts want you alone will they fit in one heart of yours
Release them ***
Your fortune against their desire

Injured soldiers to just one general
A heart of she that bears the greatest of smiles
Those in denial of her live longer as her beauty is a beast claiming souls
For if am weak take me too, the paradise of feeling your blood flow
The moments you make life worthy
The second you are a dream come true

Slain by your wonders
Your hands breed temporary heaven
See the rise of men only to fall by your side
Their strength to find you, weakness of befalling with you
Hammn my hamming guts the same pain they are left with is my desire to reach and taste
Must I be a hero in this, if I must fail I too befall along side her
The glory claim.....ahem them the men rose as soon as they fell

Up to class all time
Most attimes the hair aint hers
Fancies good places java on to the rest
Prefers a cab and jaj
To cook not maybe to boil bath water and tea
Appreciates other ladies bae' than hers
She has most from her man but needs twice better
At home she is for tv catching up with Kardarshians who never catch up with her
Back in the night Telemundo tales
The late time in bed she whatsapps
Complains He gives no time
Half naked while making visits and gowns while home
Hunny i missed you the time to get some mobile money
Are you a spy in his life
Is that how you treat a bae
* You want favors how many have you done
you like good food why dont you cook it
wanting a bright future yet spending what you have earned.
#make the dream partner of your life build them to be as the best to suckling them from baby to never weening.

we lived for long
And built alot.
You're truely the one
with my favorite beard.

she loved to sing and no
verse went by without the beard
she wished to grow it
And she never slept without
A hand on it.
she said I sounded good
Because of my beard
And she loved my kisses
To feel my beard.

yes she left and so did the beard
I grow it often but she has
never returned.
I will grow it longer
And wait for her, for she loved it
To comb it! was her favourite
it was a present she boasted over.

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

what a calamity i arise to befall
The step i climbed to miss
The ground that drunk of the water i swallowed.
Hissing and blazing, in a count of configuration
The bundles of antiquities flown by the naked ventures of tranquility
Here i bore the question with an empty head of lessonless mind
Look now that i smile nay i show non by the face
See to my lips and read yourself the smiles
Is it all yours
Or you beg for less the more i offer
Many as lame i be to walk, the blind and beauty of those i lead, the bright to line by my back the genuis stuck by my ways.
Aint no way through my heart is taken, hugged in a jar of Love to the hunter of my soul
I see not to venture go by the gone in the
I heal what is hurt in my hurt from the heart
******* the ugly beauty of an angered mind, sweeting gallons of hope to thee that seeks non but faith
Down my injuries i heal of you
To say bye i lie for i stay not to fear but of my choice to go far the worry to stay in one past the known one for joy
I cometh as i leap & leave as i leap, Leaping to stay and to leave the leaper but non for one
Now am there, to stay and to be this to me is further i go to stay her meekness am drawned her thickness am strive her boldness i lay her softness i am dragged
How do i and so can i not be  not to run a race past the behind of my favorite front

These are borrowed words
That my tongue didn't have
I love them because they are sweet
They dig across the beauty of my intelligence
Am worn if I fail to say it kindly
Mamacita, wrap your hands around my waist
And make me your golden belt
In walking side by side
The world will approve

I forgive for being too beautiful
But not for robbing my senses
I whistle in Spanish
For am sentenced by your ways

April 28, 2014 turned out to be more than a beautiful day,
and yet more hilarious, I should say.
  After a long day of hard work, as usual I headed to
LDC to prepare for my evening lectures.
I majestically moved to my lecture room about 7;00
which was unusual because I always made it more earlier.
Upon reaching late, I looked so confused
and I grabbed a seat to keep me calm.
Trying to concentrate on the learning,
my mind was disrupted as I couldn't bear the noise
that came from the surrounding
this attracted my attention and I decided
to excuse my self for a moment.
As I moved gazing out;
I saw people had gathered near
the most influential department in every sector
(toilet) and to my mind I thought it would either be
mob justice or a strike.
Though this has never happened at LDC
because it would be news worldwide.
Ignoring that, I saw someone weeping like
“I need this money”; as I personally approached them.
Oh no...she cried; I have to do it again.
Lost in the confusion, As I turned back to go for my lecture,
someone shouted …it is true, they are out….
Obviously, by that time I was out of the lecture
and I didn’t mind the statement in motion,
but when I gave it a second thought;
I camouflaged without hesitation.
Then I decided to draw closer only to see,
there were sheets of paper.
This was really unusual as it caught me off guard.
Results..! My eyes almost
run out of the sockets through the spects.
Well for those who had failed,
I only thought of Fangil mande
who had just resigned 2 days back,
both situations stood painful I didn’t know
where I belonged at the moment.
I drew even closer only to be relaxed
by my name that appeared in M…showing
I hadn't passed, (but I had rather excelled).
My friends were all around as I turned
in excitement thinking about who I could tell first,
obviously whoever was around had known.
But this didn’t stop me from bearing a huge smile on my face,
only if people knew how my heart was dancing
the famous ‘calypso’ dance, and just by the side
there was a post indicating gowns on sale.

I immediately jumped into one gown
and moved gently like a lady walking down the Aisle,
while all my friends clapped and laughed excitedly
as if I was going to give them gifts, all for my achievements.
Then my buddy Jason taped me
and said ‘I have something to tell you’.
Oh no it wasn’t like I imagined,
It wasn’t graduation day, I was just taken up by the moment;
in shock of my excellence.
I smiled and moved away
‘Thank you Lord’ is what kept on my mind whispering
you are a genius and so I moved a way
in flames of happiness.

Am in a rush though I still can say something
I always see you on a daily
You stand in the way of my eyes
Destructing my focus
Igniting my intentions
Rebuking my innocence

I hold my fingers crossed
To the day I had to meet with you
Your beauty never changes
And you have the best taste of design
Each day I look at your dress code
And am flattered by your collection
Then I wonder if you don’t get tired standing
All day, all weather.

I want to let you know that I will soon
Come back for you
As I stand in this corner of secrecy
I wonder if you could join me for dinner
Even a glass of wine would work
I won’t give you my address, because I know
Where exactly to find you

He is a man unbelievable
Same in all conditions
Not moved by disgrace
minds not your background
oh less what you think

You can go as far as you wish
do all kind of evil and later
your return is celebrated.
He washes you whiter than snow
prepares for you a banquet
for to him you're a royal

compassionate to all young or old
poor or rich
In his house you're all equal.
what more shall I desire than
to dwell in thy presence
and bury my worries for blessings

My name is Thomas Bron Mukama
I come from the hills of the west of my country
Born in the cold during a busy day of labour
Joy sprouted when i touched the soils
In excitement was grabbed and held to the sky a sign i had descended from there
God had released me amongest men named mukama as my heavenly father
The birds taught me to sing though not to fly
They flew down to the ground where i should stay not the sky for i would have no company above
The mountains werent shaken and i delight in climbing them
Am a son of hardwork laid not in amanger rather in bananas
I grew to learn i only limit myself
As i stand in abilities unseen besides foretales

You're as bright as Education
Straight but bendable
You think with backup
You can recycle and retrieve memories
You define bravery
And your emotions speak

Your desire is classic deliverance
For you swim in deserts
And plant wisdom fruits
You climb space and find impossibilities
As you massage thousand of hearts.
You're a folded situation
With an inside out beauty
Your hand is a Miracle
That offers deliverance through writings
You're the white spot, in a dark room.

Wind blows from the wavy waters
With a smell of  fresh life,
A place of no discrimination
Fat and slim swim alike.

Ladies run modeling in Bikinis
All figures exposed
Ages decomposed in beauty,
Men swag with bare chests
Ladies flashing smiles of come get me.
Breezes cooling at no cost
A place living as an agency of love
You get attracted before you’re hired
The music penetrating your body
Cameras snapping from all angles
Its no offence to enjoy your money.

Cry not heart of the brave
it's what human nature gives
a blow for a hug
a slap for a sorry

Don't call it heartless
Dwell to be happy and make
an appointment with
    ......  STRENGTH .........

you're as poisonous as a cobra
That causes pain and reflects happiness

you're like a nightmare of a solid rock
Down my throat but leaving no scares

you're like a pain in the *** hard to scratch
but can still bare to live with it

you're a naked weapon harmful and
dangerous
though defensive in nature

you're a Lion so good looking
but very unfriendly to live with

you're like age enjoyable while young
vexatious and miserable as life goes by.

inside I sat and sailed
Sat and swarm across
Yes I made it to the far end
Through the deep waves
My hands waved in and out
Front and back
But I needed the wood
To float I sailed to swim
Shallow to deep for shallow
I wasn't a star, it was a star
Water drew out with a bucket spat
Over the waves I sat
Moisture in wind over my eyes
No engine no floaters
My hands within my sight

I sat back with a high chest from my desk to the chair, there i swagg from a wheels to the unfolder.
My immediate dream was to down my great bottle of this Royal Circle
There i pondered about our country sorry "our beloved Pearl of Africa" then i saw it run from its citizens claiming they are not fair. It said; who looketh for peace among the starving with guns and powder of injur, who massageth my thirsty throat with aclub of salt.
I nay in dislussion, my heart went hopping and skipping while my country narrated, i have lived before them and so shall i when they are gone, i fed their ancestors though worried to feed the future.
Then i interrupted in dismay, why cant you do something in laughter my country chuckled with hiccups, you are learnt but naive i offer you nature you offer me plastic and plant landminds as i carry guilt to murdering than my ability in shelter and food providence, the more you love the paper i count my days to live stronger in the name of investment you slaughter me especially you who knows but delights to do nothing.....
Then my eyes went pale and eemembered "people in my country make history by destruction"
It said to me; your thoughts are right as i gazed to a thirc party when i discussed with Mr Uganda.
You are all lazy carrying crosses but heading the wrong way. You are treated as bustards in your own homes by scavengers that get plenty of paper from you and reward you peanuts.
One minute i felt i could cry,for i knew the victims and thought would share but Mr Ug sang...#Bagala alina - genda okole. When your there you will learn more third party spoke through but we are in irony; worry not for selves he said for you live but how about those to come- i possed after asking a bunch of questions then he answered me well. Just like you i got more questions than answers.....do you owe your country or it owes you

#Watch out for what my country answered next

Living as a beggar of your fortune
Racing for what you owned
Toiling to reach where you were
Learning to walk, when you used to fly:
A couple covered with celebrations
Young and bearing a lot of love
The lady astonishingly beautiful
The beauty that sounds like a temptation
A million dollar bank robbery,
Men and women moving in appreciation
The Meek eyes of the strangers
Past her body in motion, a pardon for sin.
Her lover boy naïve and broke in the mind
Only feeds from the works of the author.

Plan-less about tomorrow living by moments
For her beauty spoke all languages
Her family and his embrace the gift of looks
You would be so wrong to judge her future
For money bowed for her all times,
More willing to deposit with her.
Just like hunters never knows who hunts them
The day turned to night and the morning
Never came neither did the stars rise.

The journey cut short by a ditch of misery
The bullet that erases the makers’ life
Landing in a plantation with no gardeners
Time gave her a swelling belly
She realized too late to decompose it
Thus the change of her dancing strokes
From a palace of stars to a kennel of darkness
Her world upside down
As life evicted her to dine with flies
She faded like a weathered tree
With smiles rolling down her cheeks in tears
She turned single
In a single world
With a single child
Praying to a single God
Living on a single meal
In a single room
For more than a single year
Crying beyond a single burden
As she regretted the single moment
And that single time
When a single man
Planting a single seed of change.

Little girl burned by desires
Go go in her head she loves a man
She is young and stupid
Naive, innocent and adventurous
Sneaking in the night she reaches the fone calls a lover that lay in bed elsewhere with a another woman
The deceit of her beauty drives her astray
To risk her future in blindness to fall for moments
How can i lert a proud heart majestic in high life to spend at all times the sweat of men as she never minded she was cementing her tomorrow.
I dont care she said...i can leave home...who cares i can abort.
But then who cares you can also die, she sees from near and focuses not afar.
Early in the morning the mother folds her back and hits the garden searching for surviving fighting for her daughter.
No she is flittered and gone her coaching books with her body I  pause and tear.....
Such a generation
She says to all dont tell me what to do i have my chances to live, like a cat she believes in nine lives.
Her smooking temper alerts well wisher of help
Her clothes torn to many so she moves naked in their eyes only clothed to the unknown
The universe you ought to have will now have you

Will they be bygones or will it regrets

This was set to abide
The furtherness conversion of intimacy
As i climb to run off still ran into her
More appealing she received me
Her kindness tringered me off for it turned into a burden of politeness
Measure your audocity coward of infridgent
Your bad luck set a blaze by her portion of devine touch
Thy actions melted my eager, now a baby lotioned by her love
"Who can pretend to eat yet they swallow what they eateth"
Am made a lazy born of her works as she pampers me better than born ninjer
The more i roar the closer she comes taming my canine to smiles than bites.
As my heart skips beats, i decend.
A wave humour carries me
I scorch more than the sun does
A rover of salute to the eyes that i encounter
First enough i close my eyes cant hold to the flash from her eyes
Then i knew am doomed, her beam is my way of focus i stand by thee for flies
Am banned from worries all under her palms
Tension nor obstruct am stiffly aliegned

Seems she made her own order, Perfectly imported.
Hers and hers alone.
  For this should be awarded at Oscars and written in the Guinness book v records.
All heads down no competitors aboard

I needn’t any evidence to prove this
Like lawyers say Res Ipsa Loquitor
To mean facts speak for themselves
Steadily sited on the driving wheel.
And my hands widely open in glorification it was a time boom that had enslaved my feelings
The blast that left my white shirt colored with artistic pictures
In bits of red, pink-scented with lip like marks.

My heart pumped like ‘I dare you for more’.
“Relax and keep calm,” were the words from her lips.
Later………I mean later,
Those around us only saw shadows that fought in a distance
Changing positions like salsa dancers.
And at this time I read her lips.
Theses two chapters seemed like a thousand pages
So short in terms of pages but enjoyable to read trust me when I tell you
A full composition settled into two, all that you know be it French
You can never get bored while you read these pages.
The smiles gave me more comfort to keep going
I wouldn’t mind reading them again and again
And even ask for extras time.
Eyes closed in deep meditation and not to absorb shyness from the surrounding
A little closer was my whisper
For it was an intensified moment.

I think I have something better for you, she claimed.
Oh yes say it before I burn with flameless fire,
Am your chef and so I make the menu
Sit back let me cook  a mighty dish for you.
And when she served, my taste buds swore
Bleeding with saliva.
I was completely drowned into her
Shallow as a bottle top but a ladder needed to climb out
I was fed with apples, berries, and nuts
Then she added, belch not before sunrise
I have got extra of what you haven’t tasted.

Hey! I know you! You are created in God’s image, made in heaven, assembled on Earth, tagged ‘Bright future’. All your life you have strangled it may be just by the way you wrecklessly live your life as a young person. And Right now, you could even be fighting what you’ve called a bad past. Your parents, you feel were not your best expectation. They did not give you the best body or figure. Why was I not born in Rwakitura? You ask sometimes!! Your friends cannot understand you because you don’t seem to understand yourself either. You wish you could do many things, participate in many activities but you fear that public eye. “What will they think? What if I fail?” You keep turning your head to see if someone is pointing at you. You fear people may be talking behind your back. You have fears you cannot face. You have a dream but can’t explain why everyone else gets the opportunity except you. You feel none cares, no one bothers. Even those who dare may be up to personal interests. You have a small book where you have written your earthly troubles. It is tucked away under your bed. You feel lonely even when you’re in a crowd. You have cried so many times, so many tears. Your heart is almost in pieces. 'A certain man named Zacchaeus was in your association. It seemed like he was not on Jesus’ programme that day. He was rich on the outside but yet empty on the inside. You, like him don’t seem to enjoy Jesus the way others do because of some shortness. Your opportunities have been hiding right behind your limitations. Zacchaeus ran ahead of the rest and clambered up a sycamore tree. There Jesus invited him to climb down, for that night he would be his guest. Probably you have been laboring so hard to attract Jesus’ attention, week after week with little or no hope. Yet your moment of heavenly visitation came many years ago at Calvary’s cross. He that came to seek and save the lost is already smiling in your direction, inviting you to alight from yourself self pity, your in-built guilt, doubst, past disappointments and whatever else it might be, so you can allow the great physician give rest to your troubled soul;
Young man, you are handsome. Young Lady, you are beautiful and gorgeous. Therefore may the fruit of your doings be excellent and comely for all who see you.May you be as a beautiful tree whose fruit is sweet and whose leaf does not fade. A garden well watered and tended.May you be established above challenges & temptations, to be a Living epistle, being read every day and may many consult at your feet-in earnest desire to know the secret of how you have overcome. Today is here again. The opportunity is now.

Happy birthday sunshine
if I may call you sunlight
a wizard alive in our generation
a bye stander of simplicity
and lover of peace

who are you not to smile to flash backs
and unending memory.
if it may rain
let your pain turn to joy
and your worry in gladness
let your smile trade your beauty
and amalgamate your feelings
to be most success.
stand tall amidst cold days
iron your present for a brighter tomorrow
Happy birthday

We were born on the same day
I was humble as he cried
I lay in a plantation, he was in a private Ward
Am a grown farmer, he is a stylist
my mom laboured on duty
Hers was a high heeled figure
I cried for porridge and given water
He cried for ribena and given juice
I leaked the soil as he was on sweets
I missed class for I lacked fees
He missed to have a break
My hustle gave me success, their money spoke
Streets give me deals
But gives them traffic
Monthly earnings are his daily
That my miles are my footsteps
My opportunities are his dislikes
I climb as he flies
Our blood is red, able parents,
Different levels of dreams
My caliber is well defined

People got to do what they ought to do
To become who they got to be
And settle for what they got to have

I still miss you for real
Can't measure how much,
I have to go on like this
Old times seem like minutes away.

The chance I get ; to the doctor
I want him to erase it all
Not even asingle memory left
if possible reboot my brain.

But when I think of you
it bears joy to thy soul
Much as its a Calvary to me.

But again it makes me sad
That you're not far
And not reachable.
Not with me and not within
Across my heart
Above my thoughts.

I rendered your position vacant
No competitor has stood successful
In the manner of duty.

While in war, target is enemy down
Gathering men to the frontline
After war you accrete alot and advance for expansion
In your flock include; captives and dreamers
Maximum loyalty an initio
But a gun resolution is sound track of history.
Your greed in recruite to quash loyalty for abeyance
Are the back stabs you will receive later
Time comes ancillary dogs set loose and out of command.
With much more anger to claim identify, it was your own favor to groom a fellow thinker that will break your own toes
It's then when you will see the bullet released can't be retrieved
Fast as you can it's all axiom.
You didn't hurt yourself alone, your family falls suit
Now that the bees are out of the hive you can celebrate the stings you're to receive.
"Country men hands together for a better, hope is sooner than soon. I smell the winds of CHANGE

The animal from the book of history
stubborn to rear and hard to feed
How does it make it to be so sweet
Eats most dirt, never tidy
Doesn't chew cud and no hooves
Made different even the taste
Fatty from outside trimmed in the in
Isolated from the rest to the fine smell
The coiled tail and windowed nose
Evolution of what makes dirt sweet