UNMASK ME

Born to Suns of men,

Twists and turns,

Zig Zag my voice swaggers

I found me a Nun.

Beyond skies i behold

That beauty that speaks less

I muscle till dusk

But all that is seen is i mask

Peek through

The depth of my thoughts,

Must one wrong

Erase a million rights?

I am no saint,

I merely paint with words,

Some bear thorns,

And some breed life.

Draw the curtains of my soul,

Let my vice not define me,

See me as i am,

Not as you want.

RHYTHM OF LIFE

I'm counting the stars,over the horizon

its hard to believe that the infinity of

their glitter cant equal to the reasons

as to why i chose you

I'm singing our song,the violin

is spelling out our names a sweet

and gentle melody it always brings to my ears



When our paths crossed,it

felt like one of life's little ironies

but it irradiated a calmness in me

that painted an unmistakable

smile on my face,a smile i still

posses.there is no doubt that i feel

like happiness was tattooed on my face



when i stand amidst the gentle

trees,as the branches eclipse the warm

rays of the sun,i slowly rest upon

the green grass and i feel narcoleptic

as i swirl through the

motionless images in my life

this brings back the lost memories

i once cherished and i realize how fast

the clocks tick time away

the winds spiral around me and

once again i feel the addictive

music run through

my ears, the only sound

that keeps me going,so soft and

full of splendor

i rest in your embrace

as the rhythm of life takes over.

*nuel*

WET SUNLIGHT

In this world i could smell the sounds,
hear the scents and taste the heat,
i could feel drops of sunlight on my skin,
i heard the soft melody of the scented hills,
hunger was a myth,
i could taste the warm sun rays
A sip from the wet sun.
Mysterious born to mind,
The queen of this world,
Poking me with fangs of passion.
A cup of love and a tray of peace.
Touched by the sunlight dinner

ONE BREATHE

Caught between a blind path
worshiped by nature
a lonely dream fed with destiny
cold summers warm winter
mistaken by fury
hope lingers me
a captured illusion mesmerizing scenes conjure a sixth sense
a dying wish
i leap with excruciating
pain my past flashes
before me as i take another breathe...
Just to feel your presence one more time

THE FINAL GLANCE

Standing tall upon this mountain
quenched by a beauteous thirst
you complete the mystery
bound by life's sacred secrets
always at ease you relax and calm
my intentions down accompanied by a soft touch you embrace me

slow breathes a cool breeze
you make me want more of you
drowned by sweetness
you flood my emotions like a crystalline fountain glittering like your eyes
smile for me as i take this picture of you

you laugh like your pretty eyes and speak like your soft skin and stare like your exquisite lips
i look at perfection just like a magnificent painting as i smile at you one more time..

WALK NOT TO WORK

I walk to work

My legs can choose where to go

Just yesterday the police gave me a treat

They smiled and hugged me

They even gave me a lift to my office,

I was made to seat like a king in the luxurious Limousine

While they patted my back in love

And also paid me 10 million for walking to work.



I laugh at the opposition,

For we can spend 3 billion shillings to swear in our President,

And can still afford to decrease the price of maize stalk to as cheap as 500/= only

The taxes we pay do a lot, look at the fancy roads in Kampala City no single pothole,

Look at how cheap fuel is and how our currency gains each day against the dollar,

We are great indeed, many people can sleep in peace and in empty stomachs,

A family can survive on less than a dollar a day and still live,

U.P.E;

T we produce quality professions,

Look at the state house dinners we host,

And the chogm money we gave to street children

Look at how many tribes benefit from the state house scholarships.

Equal distribution of resources; Karamoja is like Kampala



I walk to work

For my legs follow the path to freedom

And if i may die tomorrow

Please tell my sons and daughters

Walking to work is only a choice

No one takes from you.

SLAVE NOT

My life like leaves scattered

I cry of my ancestors battered

Yesterday's face covered in blood

I am asked to be strong

Yet my voice is choked by ideas wrong



My life like oceans and waves

With a government filled with potholes

Leaders shallow minded with no soul.

I caste the first vote but to the grave

And for thirty years and more

The change needed is the change denied



My life like drops of ice

Cleansing minds of men dirty

You paralyze me

I die today

But my voice lives on

I am no slave

I hatch eggs of freedom

My chicks roam the pearl.