Tom MuyungaMukasa Poems

There is a land in Africa whose extensively undulating hills touch heaven,
bound in a nursing ritualwith the milk-white fluffy churn,
Upon Rubaga, Mmengo, Mulago, Kololo, Buddo, Namirembe and Kibuli many did spy,
of the glory, grandeurand grace of boundless horizons,
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Thy grounds, Kisubi! And thy green ivy grass,
a monarch once told,
that here a fountain will be found. Be glad, whispering spirits!
your limb, ear, eye and soul witness,
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Right there on a hill,
overlooking Masaka,
braced by the gracefully flowing Nakayiba,
coursing in feeder rivulets and creeks enriching the plains,
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What became of the,
black sheep,
that ba, ba,
gave you three bags,
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I was delicate,
lest I am,
construed as unbecoming,
I never talked of my skin,
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I am a slave,
but why,
I am sure,
you know,
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We shall buckle up and some of you will ride shot-gun,
my professor cautioned,
it is a random act,
said another professor from another class,
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It is a dividend of living,
it makes conversation warmer,
for shared experiences,
increase our bonds,
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That part,
of a longer spine,
of a large back,
on which,
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The moon will come out at noon,
it will stand in one place,
many will raise their heads,
to behold the show,
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