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Emanzi Ian Jan 2022
In some cases,we live like animals
We share water sources with cows and goats
Even accommodation in other instances
The schools our children attend are the worst
They hardly achieve any form of formal education
While theirs attain world-class best
We toil the hardest
But still,earn the least
It is said that East or West,home is best...
But how can I appreciate this,yet in my home,I feel lost?!
From the world,we are outcast
Many refugees in our land are enjoying better conditions
In a land we call home,
Our own,our motherland...!!!
We,the marginalized are treated like trash
Old and rusty beds,and empty medicine shelves in our hospitals
They only remember us in times of election,for to them,our faces look like votes
What's the appearance of a vote...?!!
When they see us,they see different images of votes
In their favour,they see ticked ballots
Shacks and scanty settlements
Haunted slums and ghettos
Homelessness too...
This is where we thrive
With our families,this is where we live

The marginalized
Their claims of our good welfare are baseless
We the marginalized are voiceless
No matter how loud,our voices are still unheard
After all,our words make no sense
Many a time,in our homes,we sleep on empty stomachs
But because of constant and steady good feeding,their exotic dogs are bulging
Many of us think they are cursed
We live to die
Alcohol and drugs are our source of assured liberty
With these,we gain our momentary empowerment
Yes,in life,only death is certain but in our lives,going through the day alive is a big achievement
We live in abandonment
Child-headed homes and families
Single-mothers that are unemployed
And single fathers that are disconnected
And this is who we are...The Marginalized.
We Are the Marginalized ones in a lost world,Living with the lost ones.
Emanzi Ian Jan 2022
The pain of being in pain and then you land into trouble
They slept on empty stomachs,and the next day,the son is arrested and locked up
He has been caught up in this,all in pursuit for a meal for himself and maybe some remainder to spare for home
The mother has no other source of income apart from doing small odd jobs on the village
The small wages she earns can hardly afford her all the basics
But despite that,she still has to take care of the family
And now she has to spare all of it to bail him out
And his siblings will have to skip the day's meals
The father left them,for he felt they were too much of a responsibility
And now the family situation is a calamity.

This other one drinks to numb her pain
The 'morning dose' kick-starts the day and she goes on through it
She sells her body to fend for the basics
Sometimes,she does it to just get a little something to quench her unquenchable yearning for the drink
But many a time, it's to fend for her 2 kids, whose fathers she's not aware of
Today,she just found out that she's *** positive

(10/9/2021)
The Pangs of poverty
Emanzi Ian Dec 2019
This is Uganda
My motherland
My home that I love so much
Boom, boom, boom,boom
Another prominent leader has been shot dead
Who is it?
Abiriga, the yellow man
Panic here, panic there
Some arrests here and there
And that’s it
He is gone
And the killers too are nowhere to be seen

This is Uganda
Around that time, it’s party here and party there
Many of my brothers and sisters have come to the beginning of the end of their time in school and some totally done
The graduation has brought well-wishers, relatives, friends and family from different places
Happiness is all in the air
But for many, the excitement ends there
Because months and years after that, they are still hoping to find their first job and the hopes seem to be withering down and getting further like the sun setting at dusk
Some have chosen paths totally different from what they studied for
The professional doctor is now a trader
The one that studied engineering is now a farmer

This is Uganda
The neighbor’s dogs are feasting on meat, chicken bones or even the chicken itself and maybe some serious Dog food sold in supermarkets but they  slept on empty stomachs the previous night,
The mother is the main breadwinner for the husband abandoned them
There is very thin hope for a meal the next day
Maybe a Good Samaritan will do a miracle
But it certainly is not going to be their most immediate neighbor
While kids from well-to-do families are picked from the gates of their parents’ homes to go to school and brought back later in the evening,
Somewhere in the same age range or slightly older has also woken up to start his/her day
With his/her old & ***** sack on the back, held by the neck, he traverses the whole village throughout the day in search for scrap metal, plastics and some metallic cans that he/she hopes to sell off and find a little something to buy some food and also enjoy some ‘luxuries’ like maybe buying a secondhand T-shirt/Dress
Imagine that!

This is Uganda
We pay for justice
Some pay to deny other justice
And that’s the way it is
A police officer will ask you for a bribe openly with no shame
And that’s the order of the day
Disguised as a small token for ‘Ka-soda’ or ‘Ka-lunch’
This is Uganda
Emanzi Ian Sep 2022
Time heals all pain but some pain takes quite long to even subside
For so long,my heart for your affection  has ached
This pain in my soul,not even for a minute has it disappeared
Thoughts about the good times we had when things were still fine make the misery that lies deep within my soul awake
Broken promises
Broken dreams
But still,
Am hopeful
After all,nothing lasts forever
Can't help it but I have to let you go
For my peace,
I free memories of what was us.
#broken.#Time
Emanzi Ian Dec 2019
Toxic minds,Broken hearts

Be so far from me when I need you the most
Yes,I like it that way
Let your love for me overflow and then spill it
Maybe this will heal you
Heal you and me
Play me all you want
Lie to me as you wish
For my sense of judgement is broken, I know no truth
Do it under oath
And lie to the judge,for there is no judge

I have cried,I have laughed
I have hugged,I have kissed
We all really do pretend sometimes
Fake smiles and forced laughter
Forced interest and awkward hugs
Do me no good, I deserve no good
Don't shower me with your fake compliments, say it just the way it is and it will make no difference
Realness is costly, it could cost you some fake from friends and gain you some real enemies.

©Emanzi Ian.
Emanzi Ian Jan 2022
See how her face glows,
Like a star in the dark
Her smile flashes even with the lights out
Her dental,so well-formed
Whiter than a blank sheet of paper
She's a star
See how her full lips curve to bring out that bright smile
When she moves,
Oh, when she moves...!!
Hearts pound faster when she moves
See how her hips sway left and right when she moves
Ninety degrees (90°),ninety degrees (90°)
Necks turn when she moves
So innocent,her face looks
But still,when she moves...!!
Necks turn when she moves
Her voice,so sweet like the classic blues
Like a sweet-sweet Melody in mind it echoes
I have a long-held weakness for beauty,
And yes,
For her,am ready to offer my all
Oh, how I anxiously await her midnight call
My friends and family,my love for her is known to all

Weakness for beauty
See how she paces up the hill...
Up the hill,she races faster than a stallion
Her sound so quiet like a thief in the night
Her curves,so well-placed
Obviously, the intention of her maker was perfection
She is a Picasso
A Picasso that moves
When she moves,many wish they could have a hold of her
Many wish they could own her
But she comes at a price,a price quite pricey
So pricey that their wish to own her remains only a dream
A dream they don't soon hope to fulfill
And oh yes,the satisfaction of knowing that she's mine...
I haven't gotten used to
When I step on that pedal,trying to reach for the limit...
It still makes my blood rush
Yes,I admit,
I have a weakness for beauty

(29/8/2021)
Weakness for beauty
Emanzi Ian Dec 2019
Maybe I was made to achieve something greater than I can be able to think of now
Maybe I am being prepared for worse that is yet to happen to me
Honestly, I sometimes feel like I should give up
Like I need to give up
Sometimes, I start to feel like life is really meaningless
I am made to think by some situations that out of all that I am toiling for, nothing is worth it
Nothing is worth not even some little effort
But again, I have no option but to keep going
Maybe someday, I’ll begin to witness better days
But why does life have to treat me like this?
Why can’t I just be alright?!
Why can’t I just arrive at all I wish to achieve?
Challenges here, challenges there
Disappointments here and there
Maybe I will never make it
But again, I don’t wish this ever comes to life
Maybe I’ll achieve all I ever dreamed of and so much more

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