Of the twenty four years
Out of fifty year black colonisation
Nine are the Obote starters
Served at the threshold
Of the birth of baby Uganda
Eight of dictatorial
Fruit salads of
Unpresidential bloodshed
Three months of Lule apetisers
To appease the Bagandas
Never cemented
Their presence at the time
Eighteen months of Binaisa soup
The political slip-overs
That saw no decisions
The Mwanga electoral commission
Offered half baked desserts
For the unwanted ears usurping the vote
The twenty six years buffet
Prepared by NRM Catering services
Condoned the youthful underdeveloped child
In a bus full of visionless subjects except for No 1
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I would like to translate this poem
I like how you presented this, Restytuta. Thank you for letting us read it.
Thank you for this lovely comment.