EXIT4ONE - Every Step For A Cause!

We are nation builders We have little time We devote it all to our People A healthy People, A healthy nation, The Pearl of Africa! I am Minister of health I spend all day doing books of accounts At night I visit the mortuary It is forever empty Oh Praise our ministry For our healthy people They do not die! We are a healthy nation At fifty one, I am a teenager And somebody is not happy Now I am at the University Locked in the University And I understand everything. The University does not need us It will not miss us soon when we get out Our people do Our services, they will As somebody stands between us and our people When Pope comes to Uganda He will leave three people in our nation St. Jim St. Michael And St. Inspector General, the traitor, All for God and my Country!

(This is my all time classical, met it when I was eleven, todate it feels like it was written only a day before today, I hope you enjoy it too). Today I did my share in building the nation. I drove a Permanent Secretary to an important urgent function In fact to a lunch at the Vic. The menu reflected its importance Cold bell beer with small talk, then fried chicken with niceties Wine to fill the hollowness of the laughs Ice-cream to cover the stereotype jokes Coffee to keep the PS awake on return journey. I drove the Permanent Secretary back. He yawned many times in back of the car Then to keep awake, he suddenly asked, did you have any lunch friend? I replied looking straight ahead and secretly smiling at his belated concern that I had not, but was slimming! Upon which he said with a seriousness that amused more than annoyed me, Mwanainchi (Civilian) , I too had none! I attended to matters of state. Highly delicate diplomatic duties you know, and friend, it goes against my grain, Caus

She’s crying Holding back her words Grinning so hard Soaking her beautiful face With these sweet tears Rolling down to her chin Drenching her undefiled cheeks She is hurting Hurting for love! She bites her teeth so hard And closes her eyes To keep her tongue from telling her story Then she bundles up herself! “Save those tears,” He master calls from within, “There are more things to cry for, Than for love!” Amina bursts in tears again Then her tongue lets out the shell, “But I love him, I’ll die for him!” Croak! Croak! Croak! His sarcastic tone laughed It was a message, A bad message he recalls it, “Help yourself and leave I am not opening I don’t care what happens Just leave me alone, I don’t love you,” Britney, a bride-to-be chucks her boyfriend! Betrayal, Chips chicken and cheating, Tears of joy, Laughter’s with pain All flowing in the River of love Oh God forbid, That I should drink from that river! Flowers, roses, One kiss Babies, abortions and deaths All flow from the river of l

Sometime back I deleted my blog by accident. No one could use the id, yet I could not recover any of my work, I had a lot of things in there. That really hurt. I'm giving blogging yet another chance from this moment on! I hope you get something you can identify with.