Bonnetvanture T Asiimwe
Biography of Bonnetvanture T Asiimwe
Born from a peasantry family of eight.
My father was a low educated principled catechist, always entrusted with roles to serve in public.
He died when i was seven and since I was the sixth in the family, mother hustled to sustain us.She died when I was in Senior three.I studied on bursary grants up to now
Bonnetvanture T Asiimwe Poems
Model padded over accepted potholes Near the void shelter of the beggar of choice Swerving at will of its function.
Not A Wish
To feel strained strength Fade slowly like ice melting Fragility of mortal composition. Traveler beckoning the way
From 1 To 2
We can always meet Look down and pass like dogs do Playing comedy on a tragic issue
In those days Now seen yonder Rains stopped showering Plants pleaded
She Was Above
A cold shrinking thing she was Wallowed in humid soil In cold shivers and whimpering Clenching her teeth.
Sip And Go To Sleep
Look at the sober socks that lovingly suckle And the threads of my neck strained By the fiery abuse of your furious father. These radiant eyes have lost
The Slaughtetred Was Not My Brother
Don’t open your mouth to mourn The drastic death of those riots in town I have also heard The mutilations of the stone-hearted honorable,
We Should Stay Well And Our Neighbors Al...
My friend, you gladden, elegantly stroll On streets in Sylvia Awori’s sleek silk. Your brothers poke along ‘pocketing’ Not in a pose but pious pain.
From 1 To 2
We can always meet
Look down and pass like dogs do
Playing comedy on a tragic issue
But in an inch’s’ distance
Your heart turn burnt
And gnawed by
The injustice done her,
In a pang of conscience,
This I lost.