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You don't have to worry yourself about nothing For fruitless concern is a barren dry gully well You can groan, wail and chant into bloody exhaustion and only attract bored mockful chuckles and rehearsed pity 'The elders' shall be too busy for all except foreplay related bothers They shall be aroused by the anguish of your hands being shredded as you croon You shall learn to find it refreshing and thrilling to party on borrowed time You don't have to hardly think about nothing You are not the first to fall prey to a con Beguiled, you naively gyrated, planned weddings and discarded your underwear to surrender it all In response to their absent minded skillful flirts, wrapped in flattery They teased you, indulged you for pastime entertainment To blame your naivety and gullibility is even less pointless You don't have to talk about nothing for speech is as futile a chore as collecting bathwater in a sisal-woven basket You'll slowly learn to also discuss, sing,...

The night when the world's largest democracy cast their vote to choose the next leader of the free world did not find me anxious as well in contrast to many people around me.At home,the excitement tempted me to ask what the next president of the US had to do with Uganda except the usual foreign policy that never does much change for me as an individual. Even more bewilderment hit me when I saw what's app groups named Team Trump and Team Hillary and saw die hard Ugandans changing their social media profile photos and groups of Boda Boda cyclists engaged in deep discussion about the possible outcome of this historical election. Historical because if Mrs Hillary Clinton had won,despite her heavy experience as senator, former Secretary of State, First Lady and more, she would have been the first woman to take on this mantle.It would be an ever greater victory for her mates the Democrats who would not only be celebrating an extension of their control of government but also another...

Decades ago, in the jungles not irreconcilably far from here We, downtrodden fauna of the woods, gathered Wrapped in a patriotic spirit we identified a leader, youthful intelligent dog he would stand on and out as a revolutionary... the messiah to bark on,scaring away the hyenas they that had lost their way, plunging us into disease and ignorance-immense lack and doom The dog's role was to bark and scare away the hyenas then lead us to light, prepare the jungle for a new hope-filled world to clean the stump throne on the clearing the throne that alien lumberjacks had earlier created Aliens we had expelled and banished We danced away in jubilation when the revolutionary canines struck and sent the hyenas packing-'warming' the hunt for a while They scorned and scoffed at us-the hyenas and warned us of the addictive contagious plague of its indiscriminate manner of devour politricks Alas, for years as we absent-mindedly danced off to the sunset our dog n...

I braved the grave scorching sun squeezing through the cocktails of folks and lads my mission was simple and pure To violently plead for an explanation From the loud demagogue at the podium demanding why five years down the road He’s returned to bask in the same unfilled promises as last Silently praying for answers My thirst to mete judgement was unquenchable-insatiable Looking at his lifeless eyes I planned to question about the wax that had successfully sealed his ears from  hearing the dying hungry’s cries during his tenure I failed to decipher his eyes from his heart and mind Immune to our wails yesterday, today he sang promises of self sacrifice He was the promised son he said…the long awaited Messiah Better schools, medication in hospitals, better pay even flawless 'kolansi' roads As I hungered for signs of shame from him, his obvious oblivious ՙabsence՚ hit me his body was there, but ՙhe՚ was in another realm-a glorious paradise A realm whose real...