Naluminsa Poem by Katusiime Jeresi

Sultry is the description
Of the long red drunken stares
shot by Naluminsa.

Am this establishment's officer
A defender of obscure boundaries
Paid to drink and observe
and still
serve
Naluminsa,
in all forms.

Her mouth, a dark graveyard
Of little black stumps
speaks to the calabash
Nestled in her hands
"I have looooved you darlie
And you kindle the fire
burning merrily in my eyes"
she drawls stylishly

Suddenly she
relieves her bowel of its contents.
Her elder son
dutiful a teen as can be,
manly enough to be
the beer makers apprentice
like a magician concocts
a pale pail for his mama
out of thin not-so-fresh
air.

In waddles Bongole
"am I drunk? "
"am I drunk? "
"yes I am"
"no am not"
he thunders through the
Rust coated iron
door into the
‘Peoples bar"
rattling reed by reed
in deep timbre calling
"Naluminsaaaaaa"
The poor
inebriated beer maker.