KAMPALA'S TWO SIDES

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At dawn, smart corporates politely whoosh  past you
a vibrant smile from your local news vendor
car  radios filled with beautiful voices of  breakfast show  presenters
security personnel everywhere comforting you and giving you confidence
organised disciplined  traffic, clean fresh  ambience
with beautiful structures complimenting the people

At dusk, alas…when the sun  has gone down
My city embraces night’s dark evil veil and the danger she brings
Standing as an imposing threat to all
All folks seem to have this fear in their eyes  
routinely turning  to check if they are being  followed
As they cling and clutch on tightly to their bags and purses
Everyone you meet sends cold shivers down your spine
You shriek, say a silent prayer and  hope that when you reach home, you will be alive
KIWANUKA GEORGE WILLIAM

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