Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa
Continental wonderland of love this is Africa

What's in Africa? What's there to see?
I asked myself on the New Year's eve
I thought that I was good in geography
But I didn't know Lagos or Nairobi

I might be ignorant, I have to admit
About Africa I knew just a little bit
The great Sahara - sands of mystery!
The Nile river - so much history!

Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa
Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa

Namibia, Nigeria, Niger, Angola, Algeria
Burundi, Benin and Libya, Lesotho and Liberia
Burkina-Faso, Botswana, Guinea-Bissau, Ghana
Djibouti, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Uganda, Rwanda, Gambia

I saw a film on Serengeti Park
A one of a kind, a must-see landmark
I watched a documentary on pyramids of Giza
They're much much older than Mona Lisa

I heard that oldest coffee plants
Take their roots in Ethiopia's land
And that samba, rumba, funk and jazz
Take their beats from African drums

Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa
Continental wonderland of love this is Africa

Cameroon and Congo, Malawi, Mali, Morocco
Côte d'Ivoire and Kenya, Mauritius, Mauritania
Tunisia, Tanzania, Eswatini, Eritrea
Sudan, Senegal, Somalia, Sierra Leone, South Sudan

You can travel around cities of Africa
Like Cape Town, Cairo or Casablanca
If you're in love or plan to be
Go to Zanzibar, feel that ocean breeze!

Climb up mount Kilimanjaro
Watch the zebras cross the Masai Mara
If you're adventurous, you're a dreamer
Take a wild trip down Zambezi river

Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa
Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa

Comoros, Chad, Cabo Verde, Democratic Republic of Congo
Ethiopia, Egypt, Guinea, Gabon, Equatorial Guinea and Togo
Madagascar, Mozambique, Central African Republic
Sao Tome and Principe, South Africa and Seychelles

Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa
Continental wonderland, I'm on my way to Africa!

Melting madness and shimmering isles
The bubble-gum boils in drug pedophiles
Let's teach the East to love Western style
We come in with strap-on's and pillage with smiles
The rest of the world watches their watches
People keep saying we're at hour eleven
We're changing the design on our gold lockets
From a heart to a blackjack, Seven Seven Seven!

The college boys assure you that they know the lyrics
And the meanings behind them for they've been enlightened
They swarm out like locusts and pretentiously parrot
Verbatim the textbooks they read when they're frightened
That they'll die with nothing to show for their efforts
They want everyone else in the world to remember
That they did exist on some scale of importance
Even though we're just spun yarn of grass, dirt and oceans

Intelligence streams the consciousness seeds and conscientious objectors it seems
So pardon me for the fallacy of pardoning tyrannical dictator queens
It seems these days to be discovered you need to cheat on your spouse or your lover
You'd think that with all the war crimes we've seen we would have hung at least one or the other
We've got two parties, so pick one or scram! (Look at them squirm as fast as they can!)
They're starting to think for themselves again! Quick, strangle the market and feed this man
Acid and bath salts and give him some tear gas and send him on in to disarm the smear traps
And **** everyone so we'll jump to conclusion with no where to turn, the final solution!

I'm drunk again and we're falling in, the shoreline is riddled with explosions
We don't speak of the war, we have no comment, we're almost out of original content
We're frantically searching for a brand new contest to prove that our nation is still the best
Whether you're China, Russia, Israel, Pakistan, the U.K., or India, the U.S. or Japan
Let's take all the gangbanging **** out of Oakland and drop them in to the Atlantic Ocean
Or better yet, set them loose in Uganda, let's see how long they last in Rwanda.
I'm done with religion and socialized medicine, this aristocracy of pull and deception
So for once in our lifetimes, let's seek a vision, because God knows people can't make ******* decisions.

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Anthony's poverty is dense,
black daisy Italian covered
in the shape of the gutter;

I was stolen away out of the saints
Anthony, poverty is weak grove dark
with the daisy of the Italian band,
covered in the shape of Paratroopers
from the foxes, the color from the glass,
and the color of a white rising
in the skin, and in the pillows,
feathery Cebele delivers medical
services and the other out of the
vessel, 1 to the beauty of the
magnesium. For with the voice
of 1 will add to all your praise.
1 have a great idea. Anger, sorrow,
and seminarians the cause of action
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John Heine, our organizational structure.
3 red - red, white, red, black and red
Russia, Russia, Montenegro? Russia,
Ireland, Australia, Uganda, English,
many teachers, the first black, white,
while in the United States in the years
1960 to 2000, is the largest changes
occurred in the United States, Armenia,
Austria, Ireland and Sierra Leone's Id.
This is a free man. Little by little
knowledge and a little time to builders,
many of the people have gone back
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and through all and in the good there,
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vehicles that are very important to the wheat
of Angels who for many years that in the
blood was angelic. Jolise in the Lori is small
compared to the ******, a mighty ******,
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to be asked ... "****** ID. 1, in the evening
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blind draw ****** in the middle east, the
play of the year, many of medical products -
if they want to be good human beings, as
well as Russia. Integer moms, especially
plastic on the face of the young people, the
devil does not drink angel sherry; Sassiam
Sands of some rotational motion pregnancy,
poetry, a computer clock's homosexual tooth;
Sky, childhood, broke the unwritten light.
DRAWING search. Thomas John Clark team
a ******* jelly ankles write in the light of
the stars at night, the price of first-degree
Christmas Back goggle back in Whistler bid
***** will be back in the field kidnapped
from the holy glory Gearboxes Anthony's
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hanging from the ceiling by a *****; *****
the plotular witnesses are like parasites,
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***** skin and cold water of the color
of the Fox and skin of John's magnesia
leaf clover shamrock: 2; I remember
the beautiful girl in the city of the beautiful
and graceful,and seven hundred of gold
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that had knowledge of the times,
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especially for young people, the messenger
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of Sassiam some rotational motion pregnancy,
poetry, a computer, homosexual, clock tooth
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brake system of system of system of the
system of system the system of the system.
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team, a ******* jelly writer of the ankles
bound stars for light by night CHR is price
of the first degree

They show me vast expanse of virginal lands.
They tell me words like breathtaking and lush.
They gaze at dusty trees and sprawling sands.
They point and gasp and they hum and they hush.
They show me all of Uganda at once,
Holding the globe in their palm and their whim;
They capture it with their drones, blazing guns,
Riding jeeps that cut jungles to a trim.
Their mirrors shine brighter than all the suns
They show me with praise and awe to the brim.
They rant about how clean, and how unbound,
How pure, as they yell and laugh and drop their
Trash, but not their attitudes, to the ground.
They cut through grass and leave cracks in their wake.
They screen their footage and their findings on
Flat-screens and talk of wonder and splendour,
Five-stars in forests and lights blinding on,
Massacring on hot days in December.

Ekhafu ya kamevele niyo ekamayanka elurende!
It goes a Bukusu saying, from Kenya,
It has it English equivalence as;
The most productive Milch- cow
is the one that often dies at the creek,
And truly Proffessor Ali A.  Mazrui
Africa’s global intellectual Milch-cow
Has died today from his drinking creek,
At Birmingham hospital in New-York,
His death is a deep wound
To the world of knowledge,
An impeachment to the voices
Subscribing to classical reasons,
An old wine skin to the new wine
Of nothing but global democracy,
I mourn you Mazrui in this solemn dirge,
I grieve for you deeply from my heart
I grieve for you as you grieved Okigbo,
When the bullet took his youthful life
at Nzuka battle front during the Biafra,
My mind’s eye is seeing you,
Like my Mr. Giraffe the driver
In your political epic
That tried Christopher Okigbo,
Mazrui the global son
Sired in the neoclassical times
We shall miss you,
As there is no whence
That cometh another Mazrui
From all the four corners of the earth
Rarely will he come one more Mazrui,

You failed your O’level exams at Mombasa Sec School
As you humbly basked in Muslim poverty, in 1943
Not because you were a stooge
But a genius of cultural radicalism,
Refusing to answer a history question;
Who is the Archduke of Canterbury?
Dismissing it as academic sham,
For what value has Archduke of Canterbury
to an African, Asian or Mexican boy?

You were denied a chance to study
At the then colonial Makerere University,
You sublimated to Edinburg and Oxford,
You come back into its deanry of political science
You met Milton Obote face to face,
When he was an African-English song bird of Gulu
You shouted loud when Id Amin plotted to **** Okello Oculli
You were then detained for this noise of humanity
You voice was heard,
And you were exported to southern Tundra
As an exhibit for non-white intellectual
Mazrui let me mourn you for the efforts
That sired intellectual democracy in Uganda,

When I reminisce of you Mazrui,
Pages of African Conditions open
Widely before my mind’s eye,
I see your intellectual pilgrimage
From Rudyard Kipling to Julius Nyerere
As you made your Al Hajji stone
at the graveyard of  Shakespeare the bard,

You met Daniel Moi face to face
Daniel Moi the Kalenjin Cow of Dictatorship
And black Maestro of ethnic terror
You took this despotic Moi cow to the well,
You pleaded for it to drink politics of reason
But Mazrui I pity, you were unlucky;
Kalenjin cows never drink whatsoever
From the democratic wells of political reasons,

Mazrui Maalim the star of Islam,
I envy your for your elonguence
I envy you for the unique power of ideas,
I envy you for unique intellectual bravery,
I envy you for constant intellectual dynamism
For your firm stand against utopian socialism
For your intuition into Nkrumah’s Leninist czarism,
And Senghorean cultural despair in paradoxical negritude,
For your firm stand against Ngugi’s literary tribalism,

Mazrui the stellar saint of Swahili Nation
I remember your glowing tribute
In eulogy of Julius Nyerere the swahilist,
When you held the world stand-still
With your cadence in tribute to Mandela
You have used every English word in your scholarship,
Indeed Mazrui you are the African sky
that cannot be vilified by any  ***** mouth,


Mazrui the angel of good thought
You cautioned Wole Soyinka in 1988,
When he embarked on his racist mission
That made him to call you a white African
Or a non- African African, An African Arab
In his blurred thoughts in dint of bigotry
Emanating from your Jekyll and Hide
Vintageously Serialized at Albert Schweitzer,
You sang to him ballads of the scholar
On the African of the soil and African of the blood,

Rest in peace Mazrui at the Fort Jesus
Let your glorious name and teachings
Remain permanent to the future people
As the stubborn stones of the Fort Jesus,
As your name takes the official knighthood
Of the leopard skin on death of the leopard,

I suddenly don't know who my friends are anymore
But I know who has never been,isn't and never will
You're not my friend if you think our whimpers propaganda
You're not my friend if you're not in support of a proper Uganda
You're not my friend if you opposed our
struggle till its seemingly dead end
You're not my friend if you think we shouldn't grieve
You're not my friend if in yellow rule you still believe
you're not my friend if you're still blinded
even after so many are hurt and lives ended
you're not my friend if you sung a song in praise
of he who won't our teacher's salary raise
you're not my friend if I reminded you of the Hospital
and you said them sick suffer for the love of free things with no remorse at all
you're not my friend if you've stuck to his support
simply because he fills your wallet while the rest are emptied,
you're not my friend if in this sad time you feel relief
you're not my friend if you forgot about the *** holes
the uncertainty that characterises the air all over the country,
you're not my friend if in your heart melancholy isn't,the despair
you're not my friend if you don't mind the pauper on the street
the emptiness of our capital competing with that in our hearts
you're not my friend if you don't think it badly hurts
you're not my friend if as long as your Porsche you drive
you don't mind about the state of a country
whether your neighbour's child is dead or alive
you're are not my friend if everything you wish for you have
and you don't give a **** if others starve
you're not my friend if you're contented with the shaky epicentre
forgetting that when the centre is shaky things fall apart
you're not my friend even if the politics ended
for my friend you weren't right from the start
you're not my friend if you've played part in steering us to a wrong course
against the pleas and cries of the despairing concourse
you're not my friend if you're the reason country man lies in a casket
in exchange for a piece of the national cake in your basket
you're not my friend if you believe in steady progress
even if you're my brother,whilst rest of the country lies in regrets
you're not my friend if you are against the people's choice
for the people's choice is the people's voice
You're not my friend if your government military deploys
dubbing the shout of our plight unnecessary noise
You're not my friend if you're smiling while we cry
in darkness as sunshine lights your home for you own our sky
you're not my friend if you forgot about those studying under a tree
you're not my friend if you still think we're free
You're my enemy if you're an enemy to my friend
You've wounded this nation by standing by the olden trend
you're an enemy to the state and so you're my enemy
you're not my friend, for God and my country
you're not my friend and that I will never forget traitor
no,I will remember through every January to December
I will remember even after you forget,centuries later

The Sixteen Sacred Palm-Nuts of Yoruba
all enclosed in my fists,
ready to spread holiness in Uganda and Baja California.

I slept last night at the beach
after a long hike down the Sierra Madres.
(The Blackhawks were facing the kings of the western region tribe of Tongva,
and if I were to be a spectator
the privileged white male would win:
so I didn't want to sin).

No more.

I went to Rent-A-*****,
that sunny afternoon.
To my surprise
it was stationed at the shore.

Those were my goon days when I followed the guru
     Long hair, beaded necklaces, and silk indigenous shirts from Nayarit.
Just to **** Hunab Ku
For you.

Johnny Noah
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My father, my father, he gave to the enemy.
My father, my father, he gave to the enemy.
"This is the weather of Glafc, ch'erek'ana demak'i
You tefet'iro'a wītīmiim yamiri blue winter
Winter ubiji ye'a'miriro yetinibia terikevi
Selake ubikwanat satakebi t'ik'uri yantsinji
satakebiri tsiiki y ray''ri''i yamei'yi intsini
keeled yinochinyi yamey'yi Bubiba Yasibali
Honor our teachings "The Yanni, Zanabe's sake;
kelemani Velek resseravini Bach
Hygentine, Uganda, Uganda and Aeneid
Uganda Uganda carrying babies
Tagezito Mec'emet'i but let the soil dry, lose weight
Greenhouse, ice cream, chocolate and frozen ruins.
It comes to Kuhamo ketika country.
2 ketifat Vala, Lemire Met'uti Sevochi;
KANAN fi: Bhbehra, Bhbehra;
Bahra uncle human rights ushi
Iedimit''i Mek'enesi Kifiti Le Better Than Cooking However,
                         Lin em yemaychali alemini cheese exonevin
These brothers ... sat between the devil and the son of David.
Abandoned stone                 Parked in the corner of the Bible;
Cities recommend medium-term capital in the United States
in New Zealand. Over time, it is easy to connect to the internet.
I fear my eyes, my heart
Sun, moon and fingers
However, to improve the appearance of nature and not with the meat.
Here we see information about the stars.
It seems to me to be my son.             And he sent Jordan ball numbers, golden rain that fell on gold
Determine the nature of work used for accessories for users.
King of the Rock Music is a colorful image of health.
A good hand in Hungary, Kris took the woman with the head of Guinea.
With images of depression, anxiety and depression;
Death, ***, language So don't lie to the picture.
The crystal wine that thanked and enjoyed the war, protecting the harsh waters of the harbor, took many hours.
What we call God, crying and crying and you will hear about the election
of oranges that will be heard in his face and brick that is fair and beautiful. There are pink and white trees dying
in the forest at night and others.   Fans and dreams have the same meaning
                    On the other hand, the value of donating
an interview with ****** to talk to the media council;
A good mailbox, no one knows the life
and benefits of employees.
There are two ways or if you want to see the child
at the end of the world outside the correct pod.
But in the problem of body structure starting from September,
if there is milk in Italy,
these things know that the developer can't match you.
Johnny Noah                                                  He wrote
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1                     22 m johnny Noah
Need 10 inches?                       Red with heart and feelings of love in my life
The beauty of the sun and the moon and the stars
It's a great story.                 The charm of the eyes
Feel like a child, he will not lose hope.
When a beautiful woman, pink heart                              Tears of rejuvenation
In the air is so popular                               Thanksgiving garden in the garden
This shows that the sound of that particle
The bottle broke and I thought it was written.
Palm trees, blue rain, yellow and sea
We know the color of the bow to help restore.
Hide the grief deep in the yellow lilies
Identify the pure industrial girl: The queen will continue
Fly high up on the wall in the world
And like his crown and star of the sea
These things, you must touch that the crew wants.
10 Moreover, it still moves to search with ink.
Increase muscle,       Eros, which he can create any image,
will consider the specific characteristics of the brain.
Crystal princess, Know the currency;
The mystery of human service
Asymmetry with the power of God,           exclusion
Love teeth, happy, slow heart
Dead Words Allow deciduous medicine for my pictures;
****** negligence has alcohol as a crystal.
Fight for a long time and lie down on the pool to fish.
For a long time in the fight;        Isna praised forever in the history of Rome.
Walking Wubi Slipnula
on the outer surface of the road
Reject or open;                            When it appeared after noon
I will get rid of the night and take care,
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I laughed and dropped my soft panda
I needed another good gander
  No, I was right!
  It wasn't my sight
Bonnie Scotland thrashed Uganda!

When he looked,he saw with an eagle's eye
To tell dirt from clean, truth from the lie
When he knew, he wanted every detail
Of information in wholesale, not retail

When he loved, he did it with a passion
For whom he fell was special, not just any person
Whom he treasured,he did like the gold
And when he promised, he promised a world

His embrace was a magical thing of wonder
Which made hearts beat as loud as thunder
In his absence, his mistress' heart grew fonder
And she was the only thing he loved as he did Uganda

When he kissed, he stole her pain and worries
And from the first kiss realized he'd be the one she marries
So much so that in the night like fountains in the stream
He was the constant variation in her every dream  

When he spoke, he whispered probably in fear
Of the world or probably because he was always close to her ear
Yet when he laughed, he gave romance meaning
Besides a strong shoulder worthy of trusting and leaning

He was a thing every lady in the universe wanted
A thought that saved her from being haunted
By the monster of a lifetime of impairing loneliness
A gorgeous illusion which gave her some happiness

Under the unforgiving summer sun, their small, winged bodies hover from one flowering plant to another, working tirelessly in the sweltering heat as we laze in the shade...

Their work is endless, the product harvested in minutes. Smoked into a stupor while we steal their treasures, and if some of them die, so be it...

Melissa, Queen of Bees,
revered before by human royalty and great innovators,

Melissa, Queen of Bees,
who connects life and death,
whose children killed the demon Arunasura in India,
and were prophets to the gods in Greece and Rome.

Melissa, Queen of Bees,
her bees fell from the sun in Egypt,
aided the first living man in Uganda,
and created man from the back of a mantis in the Kalahari Desert.

Melissa, Queen of Bees,
her children are the origin of magic in Eastern Europe,
a source of fertility and a connection to nature in North America,
and fierce, terrifying warriors in the South.

Melissa, Queen of Bees,
the Great Mother,
the root of being,
the bridge to the afterlife,
we owe her children our lives,
the least we can do is spare them their's.

Ask me about Gulu,ask me about
the area associated with instability
ask me about one of the farthest towns
I was there,and clad in my red gown
ask me about clouds,I've seen them thick
ask me about whatever, just handpick
Karuma falls, their sprays of violence
savanna,swamps, what an ambiance
it was, how sweet the journey was
so secure a town, forget years of wars
the people,calm unless fray they must
ask me about the cost of living there
some of us couldn't dare bear
Ask me about Gulu town and I'll say
Go and prove,go see for yourself
How a town can be secure for sure
Go and see definitions of distance
go and stop associating it with resistance
ask me about straight roads in Africa, straight as a ruler
only hills and slopes reminding you they're roads
ask me for hell hot sun and the winter cooler
ask me about very volatile beads of tropical rain
and I'll tell you find it in Gulu,rivers of splash drain
ask me about tourist sites and I'll show you the route to take
informing you that the adventure to make
is to the north of the country if you haven't,I have
you might have not realised those are a people with love
ask me about places with trees from shrub to pine
ask me about Gulu and I'll praise it overtime
I saw no skeletons, bullets, no wounds or scars
they are only probably left in hearts or healed
the night sky dotted with patches of pregnant clouds and stars
even nature lives a serene life,the bottle of that history was sealed
Ask me for the reasons Uganda is the pearl
I've seen most,in the west,the East, now north,
for all it's worth
I only need to venture the south to astutely say I've seen them all

There is something in the dark room
of Russia. Some of the dead were among
the "Christmas trees" to the east of China
and Brazil. She used the weaknesses
of Hannah. For many of the city's words,
keep the streets out of the sun; healthy
lifestyle, animals, almonds and anthropogenic
foods for demigods or mothers
in the Italian language, and her needle legs,
the blue uranium blues, the north and the omega,
the angels of the Gentle Glory.
The West and the Cat of St. Mary,
a collection of notices and laws
that steal the cancellation of my friend.

Happy, Brazil, Italy, China,
Good Christian Brochure, Paris, France
and Roma Church in The Netherlands,
Uganda, Nigeria, Publishing in New York.
The Good African Aristotle Sister's
General Tousfa Feet, Osea, Gabriel,
Gabriel and Cindy, French, French Christian
Samuel, Jordan, Jordan, Charlie: Also Saudi
Arabia - Christianity? Home, India,
Bahamas 2, Charles John, Patricia Bolivia,
Julia, China, Youth, Japan, Japan.
Well, the French ceilings once stood
in a field. Swing elements in the window?
English coffee mobile team, chemistry
and well-known beach. Gold Bazaar,
Africa Aussie-Byzantine Gold Bazaar
Germany Germany Germany Germany
Germany For many years the title
of Germany in Germany Ma
'the azim is king. Outside
or out in Russia. Blue, Blue,
Blue, Italy, China, Good
Christian, Washington, Lutey,
Goals and California.

Nerds Churchin The Netherlands,
Uganda, Netherlands I am a friend
of my friend Gabiolia or Nigeria.
Academic Press york, new. Gabriel
Quita, French, French, Christian
Samuel Jordan, Charlie: Alps,
Saudi Arabia - School, India,
Bahamas 2, Charles John,
Patricia Bolivia, Japan. Never,
on the roof or in French.
Write these members clearly?
English coffee mobile team,
chemistry and well-known beach.
Robert Robertson, Sushi
and Christian Black male United
States Biowebstore Miami Star Cricket
Green Bright Wedding Mother's Day
Mother's Day Mother's Day
Germany Germany Hot temper -
American American Black Black
Muslim Brotherhood Bissau Africa
Africa Green Gold Terror German
German Blood Germany Germany
Germany and many cool cold years
in Germany in two years, wild
animals and animals are not king
of the western king in Jamaica.

Dear Uganda, listen.

For we have heard your cry.

Our voices have been building,

the end is now in sight.


We know that he has taken,

those born from your own womb.

His sick mind is making kids

grow up much too son.


They're stolen from their beds,

a silent crime at night.

Invisible children marching,

now soliders made to fight.


With over 30 thousand taken,

how can we stay blind?

The place where you are born,

shouldn't decide if you live or die.


Our soliders there on foot,

it's time to spread his name.

Kony thinks he's winning

but we're about to change the game.


Africa please have hope,

for in this you're not alone.

Joseph Kony will.be.stopped.

You're children will be made known.

Six lovely red, unspoiled apples
lay atop a heap of typical American trash,
call me with a snake-like hiss,
feast on us, feast on us, feast on us.
Come on, Adam; it’s why we exist.
But you’re in a dumpster, I reply,
mingled with garbage, waste, refuse.
What about germs, sanitation, hygiene?
What about my middle-class American pride?

Alongside the apples, a blood-stained newspaper
speaks headlines of disaster—
starving children in Myanmar, Dharfur,
the refugee camps in Syria and Uganda.
I think the sin, not that original in this land of plenty,
would be to let these apples rot, so I pluck them
from the trash, take them home, devour them,
their sweet juice running down my throat
as I write a check to a local food shelf
to assuage the guilt only the full-bellied feel.

Oh, thou art the dawn
Of they servant’s nature,
Thou that must quench the fire
Of they servant’s thirsty marrow,
Thou that the arrows
Of thy servant’s eyelids cannot sleep over,
Thou that the malaise molten
Nutrients in thy servant’s veins,
Erupts at thy glorious countenance,

Oh, thou art the guardian
Of thy servant’s soul,
Thou that sour and sob
At the nakedness of evil,
Thou that speak for the bees
That provides for the other class,
Thou that make the wicked blood flow,

Oh see, thou art the tenderloin of the devil indeed,
For thy heart, mind and soul are
All blank with no other value
Except manipulation and loneliness,
Insecurity and the terror of death
Are now accompanying thy cruel destiny,
Ah, the hour of thy selfishness
Has faded thy glorious tenure,

Thou have learnt to appreciate
Taste and sight only in thy dying days,
The Abosom deserves an answer
And thou shall produce it,
Thy liquor and chicken and incantation
Cannot please the ancestral spirits,

They have no pleasure in what
Thy hand has acquired by their grace,
We are now under the siege of June,
But the mighty walls are no more,
The woes of war and torment
Ahead are mightier than the former,
Famine and pre-mature death
Must also be a caution,

Oh yes, thy sense of judgement
Is well appreciated by the priest,
Thou that have corrupted
Thy present and future glory,
Thy past cannot pacify thy present,
For the current cyclone of Uganda
Has eroded the sweet-scented rose
Of thy scattered devilish soul,
Thy hymns are as evil as thy goodness.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com

Melancholy is the man who cannot sort the wheat from spam
and drowns in undiluted dross,
while others toss the waste away that keeps them from a fruitful day.
Fill my in tray with this harvest ,let me reap what I sow and not what others would throw at me,
and knock on wood
that what is sent is all good,
no deletions to e-mails,no begging letters or sad tales,no hawkers to sell me the things that they tell me I need,
let my line feed be clear
as I sit here and wait for the logic gate to crush me as the messages push past me,
I want to be free of those details of the plight of ****, backed whales and the starving in China
or the food that's on offer in the shopping mall diner,the cruising of liners over sharp salted seas and how to say please in Kampala,Uganda.
Pander to the worst of them and let sleeping men lie,but the spam stacks on up and I don't wonder why,it just does and it will until I disengage from this wonder of the age and go back to
the abacus
where beads are all I need
no spam
no feed
no green screen to lead me on
just me.

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are often referred to as "Hawaii today".
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Isaac said: "They do not sleep and sleeps a child."
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are often referred to as "Hawaii today".
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in the direction of the light of the world.

Dig down to the simplest part,
The core of any human
From America, Germany, Brazil or Spain
Australia, Uganda, Russia or China
Anywhere you go,
One thing can only be unveiled
That is a great desire.
The desire of food
From every stomach
Calling, searching for just one bite.
The desire for warmth
Without it we lie limp, helpless and meek.
And the strong desire of love
The basis to push off
What supplies the thirst of strength.
Together we are all alike with these needs
We would travel any distant, any obstacle
Just for a sliver of what we all, desire.

There's a city under water and she sings to me with pride
(I sit alone and wish you profound gaiety)
The rains continue to pour across my face, I refuse to go inside
There's a man without a home, free from the ******* of love
(I wish to find within myself a sound laity)
And so I return to the church pew desolate, searching for God above

Born to an atheist household, deprived of propaganda
(I suppose learning now is enough)
I sit here, a church in drowning Uganda
The rains of a thousand brutal homicides leave me with a sigh
(The rainfall allegory, merely a bluff)
But still I sit on a bench in a church yard and the LRA pass by

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Fair rose, now that thou art picked in the prime
Of thy breathtaking splendour to go bloom
By strands of pearl of very far a clime,
Upon roads of life I deserve no room
But as the wind bids adieu unto hills,
The lonely woods, the indignant still cloud,
The silent vales, the gently rolling rills,
As such, I must vade to another world;
But hark! Fair star, though snowy angels fair
In countless numbers bedeck heaven's shore,
Eternal flames of brightest love so rare
By my soul shalt blaze for thee evermore.
  So, until then when we shall meet again,
  My love for thee as fresh as summer rain.

© Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Kampala, Uganda. 13th.July.2018.


#attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet
#decasyllabic
#iambic pentameter

I sit here and wonder
If the kids in Uganda,
Shed a tear when they hear of my plight
I sometimes work Sundays,
Which I hate, but it's well paid.
I can't help that I'm rich and I'm white.

This screen gives me headaches
We are playing for high stakes
I stare out the window and sigh
I've sacrificed leisure
For a day filled with pressure
But probably no one will die

I'm burdened with tax
Hardly time to relax,
My credit cards pushed to the brink
So spare me a thought
When your crops fail in drought
As you search for clean water to drink

Women, bearers of warriors' marks,
You're the tough layers of the baobab's barks,
Best of the portraits that nature paints,
and Catwalk models of baggy pants.

You have been misled and misused
Your bodies and souls have been abused,
Yet, like a rose planted in a concrete
You majestically rose on your feet.

Women, flawless skins, lipsticks queens.
Fresh like shades of master's greens.
Big bones babes, skinny jeans chicks,
Gorgeous women, with kitchen tricks.
                            
You are every woman, universal mama,
Rest in peace to the mother of Obama.
God bless every woman from Uganda
to the outskirts of the land of Wakanda.

African woman, Mother of humanity,
Thou are endowed with enviable beauty.
Eternal goddesses, brides of great kings
Multitasks babes, doers of great things.

Oh, Woman, givers of selfless love,
Sent to us from the great man above.
Oh, Woman thou are blessed,
You shall slay, was long prophesied.

This is a tribute to Maya Angelo's mammy.
Bless your lyrically poetic womb.
 a solemn tribute to Mother of LeBron,
The NBA GOAT, King James of Akron.

Curvy Women work your gorgeous hips,
Smile with your Luscious rogue lips,
Thou are the pollen grains of biology,
and the specimen of perfect anatomy.

Eve of Eden, the apple of God's own eyes,
You gave every woman bedroom eyes
that pierces to the core of diamonds,
Like hardened bejeweled armors.

Woman, thou are truly nature's bounty.
Showcase your freaks and sexuality,
For which your petals toast monthly...
Slay dear queen, slay perpetually.

You came from Adams's ribs to give life
Woe unto any man who mistreats a wife,
Thou are indeed a blessed assurance,
Behold your grace, strides, and elegance.

For Sarah Brooks, my deceased mother,
and Sarah Ivana Brooks, my daughter,
For white, yellow and Brown women,
and all beautiful black African women.

 This poetry, I penned for women is a tribute to everything.
For those nights you stayed up to sing,
Those prayerful songs only God heard,
Lying on tears soaked pillows in bed.


#IvanBrookdpoetry© Bassapoet©
August 16-2019

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

CONSCRIPTS: CHILDREN OF WAR

Conscripts, Innocent children robbed for war
From Congo, Chad, Central Africa Republic, Mali….
From Uganda to Sudan and South Sudan, Burkina Faso, Senegal…..
They are the forefronts young fatal fighters
From Boko Haram, Al Shabaab, Lord Resistance Army…..
They are these merciless Militias mouths-youths
From Biafra-Nigeria, Bujumbura, Asmara to Abidjan Civil Wars
They are their battalions’ fertile feeding grounds
They are Kony, Riek Machar and Ruthless Rebels’ mercenaries
They are Ouattara, Nkurunziza, Salva Kiir…..youthful foot soldiers  
They are Resistance Armies and Liberation army’s guerillas  

They raided a village
They foraged the villages
For innocent, forced conscripts
At dawn-at dusk, daytime-nighttime  
At noontime-at eventide-every time

And she begged
These satans that came
At the mask of dark nights
Slithering silent as serpents
For her last left and living!

She mourned and bemoaned
Helpless and hopeless
Her, grief-stricken hapless
But under those ****** shot eyes
Those coals-hot red coloured irises
That pity or its empathy knows not
It was all in vain-to no avail!

Determined, resolute, uncaring, ruthlessly  
Him tucked on her compassionate chest
Him still tagged on her hopeless breast
Its cheeks struggling to suckle any fluid
From these sagged sacks of balloons
Him they riotously robbed

And those that can’t they ripped
To those that can’t they opened
Those that can’t they roped
To those that can’t odd happened
Those that can’t they *****
To those that can’t they dampened

Those able fingerings wrapped
On frontiers as fighters they lined
With no war experience
With no ammunitions intelligence
No boots-barefoot, no shirts-bare chests
As shields shivering, roughly ripped
By advanced military and militias

Never to know home again
Never to know its warmth again
Never to know fears again
Never to know pains again
Never to know happiness ever again
Never to know the sweet tastes again
Of what Mama’s milk-nourishing colostrums contain

Somewhere in tough terrains
Somewhere in jagged plains
Somewhere in rugged mountains
Somewhere in thicketed montanes
Somewhere in brutal bushes
Somewhere in shriveling shrubs
Shallow graves of their immature bones
Their carrions lay leaked white by scavengers or time

Lucky him that deaths avoids
Lucky him that deaths mercy observes
Lucky him that deaths shyly eludes
Fortunate him it sympathetically spares
Lives in agony of pain and guilt
Lives in fears of loyalty and liberty
Lonely eyes, hollow sorrow, mourning souls,
Empty heart, mad tampered mind, tempered looks….
Him, innocent Conscripts, Children of War!

© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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

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the floor This is important for women,
for example, if you think about it, then it may
be white, red, white because I bought some ||
prostitutes who work, but girls, Russia,
Russia, Bernard and Strong leaders
and other leaders are involved in Kenya,
Uganda, pigs, dogs, women and adults
who are good Do not treat Paris, Hawaii,
Karachi, Austria, Honduras and Ireland
in a world of war, happiness, adultery
and goals. The Earth knows about 100%.
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There are two, three and three places in
Russian, Russian, Russian and Russian schools.
In Kenya, she is a 60-year-old woman, based
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Armstrong, Austria, Italy, Ireland, Holland,
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for Kenya, Uganda, pigs, cats and adults
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women "Want to be a good person".
In the summer of 2000 (140) and
in the summer *****, and ***** weekly;
news in the red and white areas, especially
in Russia, Middle East and Europe,
we have worked for a long time,
though they have been trained in Russia
and other countries. In support of the
authenticity of Paris, Hawaii, Kararchi,
Austria, Honduras and Ireland, in light
of happiness, friendship and purposes,
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sentence to suffer. The first 100% are clear,
Yitzhak says: "Let him be disturbed."
Just for Everyone Most changes
in the new American state of American
women are the top 60 students in two
countries and in Kenya. The Finn is
Christian, Armstrong, Austria, Italy, Ireland,
and Holland,
                      Luna Serpenti.
This book contains information
and evidence from the message.
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years. Why do not they work hard? 2.
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and adults are different. Austria,
Honduras and Irish Minerals Most
people speak Spanish First of all,
you want to be warned. Now check
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are also available in the Middle East -
You want to be a good person.
There was a war between Russia
and Russia. (140) 41,000 people;
Kenya is the most competitive
in Uganda, other areas have had
competitive blood in the past ...

He running a line to your ear
There is armageddon coming
Everything crashed
But running...........

Gotta jive
   A rabid dragon
  Like Uganda
He dangerous as
   psychotic moonsoon fever
He eat poison spider
His stench paralyse the bible.

Jesus killer
The earth doesn't move
This conscience
This is where we are in humaity
This you - This me

Looking like a snake
                    in a hurricane
He flip his smile
                    for a fix of crack *******.

Him come wid a high priest's
                              warning.
Talked aboutta tragic morning
He is the Jesus killer.

Your mother must never know
Don't give him
           Time to grow
He is the Jesus killer
I told you many deaths ago
Don't let him grow-
The Jesus killer.

'Twas eventide of a dead summer's day
Whilst prostrate by shores of loneliness
When a violent tide of love swept his way
And drew him into a sea of pure ecstacy.

Effulgent stars all decked in flocks bright
Sprinkled their timelessly ethereal glow
Upon a vast shadowy looming veil, night,
While floods of kisses showered his brow.

Dreaming of lands beneath the rainbow,
Lands where blossoms of love never vade
But ever as fresh as dew upon the bough,
Or sweet aroma of flow'rs by a glade.

Alas! Little the swain knew how to swim
Hence dreamt never turning back ashore.
But this, all this was but a bootless dream
For as thee and me all truly dost know,

Long ago, in that sea deep his soul fell
Doomed to sight shores of bliss nevermore,
For of swimming, love she knew well
Hence decamped out of sight evermore.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Kampala, Uganda. 17th.July.2018.

i always wondered what
je ne sais pas might sound like in german...
   ah, **** it, let's put
this prosthetic limb together,
you never know, a siamese twin
might just pop out to steal the show...
ich      (je ne sais.... ah.. ha ha ha!
i was thinking of je ne sais qua...
ok ok... je ne sais quoi, quo-oh-e...
    e. e. cummings, come ere!
fiddle this violin to a fine tuning
that a deaf man might 'ear)...
and when language does indeed
as diabolical as this, you really should
stop using Poles as antibiotics to
German then Islamic fascism...
or kidding yourself that it's really
just a pardonable dream you're having...
so the prosthetic limb is coming...
  no point schmoozing me with
anything else... oh please please:
just dance the one legged tango a while
longer, i'm working on it... honest...
  look here... je, ich
   ne, nein, nein-stimme... no steam:
bog **** choo choo!
     meaner: neinschtimme -
   kinder dicht... why would i say kid-tight?
well... ballerinas begin their careers
at an early age... maybe that's why...
   otherwise? dunno...
let's feed this alcoholic cold-sweat -
finding the tutti-frutti hyper-delusion,
trying to say much more than the sound
of knocking on a door can ever provide...
that's one way to go about it, for sure...
and every part of me wants to be a serious
novelist, and be sober, and chop wood,
but then every other part of me
wants the poetry, and the drinking,
    and the scarcity of the adventure...
  to feel, having only slaughtered one pig,
that i was able to feed a billion ching chongs
in Beijing...
           china... ching chong...
a focus on the prefix ch, and the suffix cha cha cha?
no? different joke, on a different continent...
   i swear there was this guy from Bethlehem
who also made the same conclusion...
     can't remember his name...
you know, like: two fish three loafs of bread,
you can satiate a coliseum...
   ah! delirium! that's what alcoholics experience
sometimes... i love delirium...
      it just shows you, that if you're really
serious, you can experience many more facets of
alcoholism...
    hidden gems... and if you're really
hot-headed, have enough crassness about
to write about it...
    delirium... when other drugs have the after-effects
of paranoia, alcohol prescribes you delirium...
   in polish slang also called a delirka...
   but i'm not drinking purple denaturat /
ethynol substitute to chanel no. cinq...
    or should i say: çank?  yep, that ship sank
once it gave a smoochie to an ice-berg...
                                 hail Titanic! ave Titanus!
but i really was trying to find
je ne sais quoi (qua... ******* French,
excessive spelling and a gob that later
says much more throng... and that nasal
cavity needs fixing, seriously -
  but they write so beautifully,
and later slobber it with their local...
or should i say: locál! or perhaps: locállé?!
depends how you make do
with a syllable dissection) -
so how would it go? the je ne sais quoi in
Swabian?
   ich tun nicht was kennt...
              well... there are worse things than
mutilating a language...
      you could do worse, like mutilate a body...
   like in that film...
   with colonel sisi... the last king of scotland...
ah, what's his name? that guy
reminding me to never travel to uganda?
    yeah, had a wife, she cheated on him,
so he cut off her legs and arms, and sewed them
back onto her torso so she really ended up
with a confused pair of cranium hemispheres...
    and i'm the mad one...
just because i drink and have a vocabulary
equivalent of diarrhoea...
       but, so it goes...
   i'll never say the correct way of saying
je ne sais quoi in Swabian... because je ne sais quoi
is a complete package... like faux pas is
a complete package, like carpe diem is a complete
package... like coup d'état is a complete
package... like déjà vu is a complete package...
    there's absolutely no way to unravel it
or furthermore: translate it...
      a German once complimented my language
on the cushion-like effect of the word
  kurva...  *****... he loved the trilled -r-
and the waterfall of -va / wa wa... va to english speakers;
and so he did, relieve himself of stress
saying the word... and with such malice as
to no hurt anyone... and what's happening in
english? social-cool, prescriptive dyslexia...
        one step away from really, i mean
really being o.k. with watching **** and all
forms of perversity, and not o.k. with seeing
the correct spelling of the word ****...
      yes... mm... so ******* agonising seeing
a correct spelling...
                                   i better gouge my eyes
out having seen that....
or that case of ultra-proximity...
     kręt                        vs.      skręt...
kręt (a pathological liar, on a building site in
England usually called a Romanian) -
skręt? a rollie... a cigarette, you know the type,
you buy the tobacco, you buy the papers,
you buy the filter... and you actually roll
a cigarette... a variation of the word skew,
i'm sure... kręt does actually mean a meddler...
a swinddler...  and if you having been exposed
to the reality of a construction site in england...
you should see the ******* that's written
in the toilets...
     i really shouldn't have gone to university,
i wasted my degree in chemistry to merely drink...
**** good wine though, home made juice...
   hyper! hyper! hyper-ventilating on the silence
that's gathering around me...
  and if you ever spotted a lightning bolt
and never heard a thunder... you're bound
to be as itchy as me -
and by the way: the karma term for a German
in Poland is: schwab - or szwab...
              of shvab... it's getting dizzy... pfoo...
bilinguals can't be proud polymaths...
         i'm seeing alternative spelling in different
linguistic geo-political zones.

In Iraq teenagers are being killed over a hairdo
Protecting God from Satan

In Uganda, men and women are being ***** and killed for being gay.
Protecting God from human love and diversity

In Turkey children are burned alive
Protecting God from a book called Satanic Verses

In America abortion doctors are killed
Protecting God from those who **** babies

But no one targets the Department of War
No one protects God from the killers

Haircuts, Books and Love
The nuts rattle against the pan until, over heated,
they explode

But only against the weak
Never against those who promote war
or those who communicate by torture

How do you know you are God?
By the ache in your heart and the love you have
for the good, the bad and the nutty

You know when you said to give you a minute to"Calm Down"?
Well why did you need to?
Like how did it happen?
Was it because you pushed me to the wall,
And it just came tumbling down?
Was it something else?
I don't know.

But i know that i really like you.
But she likes you too.
Now don't just go passing this off as a simple "******* girl drama".
Because I'll just back out.
Cause that's what i do.
Maybe i'll go have some Uganda.
Or do some marvelous jumps.
Or maybe even x?

I want to go to a concert with you,
And lose my breath.
To the bands,
And the people,
And the moonlight.
I want to be able to reach up my head and be able to kiss the stars.
To make you wish,
That you were them.

I want to lose all my clothes and dance naked in the rain,
And in the pain.
Just to feel it loving my skin.
Because I've never felt that before.
My ****** self.
That rush when you know.
That feeling that makes you want to be those stars.
And be all that you want.

That day when she said "I did him"
And I just replied with "haha nice".
Knowing that I didn't mean it.
Knowing that I felt betrayed.
Knowing all the pain that I would dance off with you.
In all that rain...

But where are we anyways?
Now I know that I'm just a piece of ***.
I know that I'm a girl who you'll pass and say "k".
Because that's what YOU do.

Now I'll be able to surrender my clothes,
And dance
In that skin that I was born in.
That skin that loves me.
The skin that God loves.
And the rain loves.
And all the people who I get to call "lover" without it being a problem, love.

It's a problem.
But I'm not the problem.
You are.
And I'm sorry.
But also,
Thank you.