GEORGEViLLE

In the deceptively quiet backdrop of intense winds, falling rustling leaves You clutched your rosaries and  bibles in grim silent fear 'Shut your Eyes' 'Don't peek or speak'-divinely echoed internally The clack sound of bone and wood against the dorm floor availed your cue You repented and said a silent earnest prayer for instant sleep Recalling Muwanga's horrid prescient natter Earlier in the bright sunny secure blanket of day The uninvited terror thirsty night guests - ghastly apparitions carried with them slappy treats for the naughty boys and much too often made off with their valuables to the obscure world beyond Woe unto he whose curiosity tricked him into opening his eyes, Legend had it that Kakalabanda liked such rebels most and often carried them away never to be seen again. @Georgewkiwanuka *Kakalabanda is a popular urban myth in Ugandan traditional boarding schools. It was the name given to a ghost which allegedly visited dormitor

I am going to wring you a heartfelt ballad on a dry old note and cage it in a dimming glass bottle I'll pour out my unfeigned hopes and fiery desires Toss and set it adrift the lake I'll hope that you dig in, inhale and partake of the thousand dreams and memories imprisoned in the fading glass dungeon I am irresolute with feelings a thousand feet tall thwarted by open sores from spewing and affirming them So I'll lay back and envisage you...your thin brown fingers cracking open the bottle bathing in the liberated plaudits and sunbaked laments of my soul I'll send you a message in a bottle, and...wait for you to come  rescue me, For I am marooned on a defeatist desert island Gloomed and smothered by ambivalence without a ship in sight @Georgewkiwanuka