Nekesa,
I want to know something,
About our field of play,
Whenever I want us to play,
Whenever I want to score goals,
You always tell me that it's raining in the field,
And you always have an umbrella to make me believe it's raining.
Nekesa,
How many times does it rain in a month?
Even during the El Nino?
I want to know,
Am tired of this rain in our playground,
Let me touch the umbrella,
And see if it's wet.
heeeeehee is the request out of curiosity or you are tired of this cliched excuses?
Bironga! you are tired of the many lies of Nekesa. The rain depends. Well thought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome poem, If she don, t like the 'game' she should be frank about it rather than saying it's always raining, i thought it was suppose to rain once a month, Great piece.