When we are young, youthful, and strong, let’s not forget our old who are weak, and ridden with ache. They too were once young, youthful, and strong and like them, our time of vulnerability will approach. And when it does, do we expect a little kindness? a little grace?
Dear friends, I am not sure you have noticed yet, but I have been away for a little while now. Nothing has changed my end since I was last with you, well except, I have been really busy with school: extensive readings, assignments, and exams. As you may all know, the US., has already hadContinue reading “Care for an update?”
Sadje’s challenge: Every wrinkle is a valley traveled, and a river gracefully crossed. With gentle eyes and a warm smile, she beckons; she has loved and she has cried, — offering what she has, she heeds us. She has earned her place, and is at peace with herself and with the world.
to @calmkate for mentioning spillwords to me, and encouraging me to submit a poem. “A Flag” was published on spillwords, please take a look. Thank you.
Well, my friend Beaton, https://becomingthemuse.net/ a couple days ago posted something about drinking tea with the police; he suddenly got me thinking about what policing entails in Uganda. Did you know that being arrested in my country is a double tragedy? oh yes! When the police show up at your door to make an arrest,Continue reading “Did you know?”
I could don on the brightest of dresses, go to the sunniest of places,but, I still couldn’t shake off this sombernessthat hangs over me. Msdedeng
Soon enough, warm days are replaced by chilly nights,trees get a change of dress,owls roam in gloom,as giddy children lie restlessin anticipation of Halloween. Msdedeng
All grown, all traveled; New experiences, new customs; Thousands of miles away, and still, The child beckons; The sun watches, the moon awaits; The trees whisper, the wind searches; Innocent laughter, distant calls, A mother’s gentle face. Msdedeng
Unlike the current political campaigns in America that seem a little ruthless, Uganda’s political campaigns are the opposite. Although slightly exhausting for those involved, (lots of drinking, dancing to loud music till dawn, and plenty of squabbles) it is nothing as draining as the campaigns I am witnessing here; campaigns that seem so personal theyContinue reading “Bring on the political campaigns”
Falling, drowning; The struggle, the feel of defeat. The load weighs down on me, But I keep afloat, summoning my strength. I call on to the spirit of one who’s left, Barely keeping up with the current, No time for tears, A whisper; Breathe, breathe, breathe. Msdedeng