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I Was Becoming a Bad Child

Cunning like foxes,greedy as hyenas,they looked at me;
With widened eyes and wet lips,ready to grab me,like an angry lioness; 
And tear me like a beast and swallow me like the shark that swallowed Jonah.
I had become a bad child; as bad as war,
And they could no longer tolerate my naughtiness.
They remained silent without saying anything like a word
But beneath their silence piled a heap of anger and rage
And they breathed with fury, wishing to only take hold of me,
And teach me a lesson,that I would live to remember.

My mother was against me,just like her dear husband
They said I was an ungrateful daughter,
Because I refused to eat from the same plate with him-
The man they had prepared to marry me off because of his money.
He was a Methuselah of the previous century;
And he had been classmates with my father.
My people wanted to sell me off,they were exchanging me;
Their blood; for coins of shillings that last not longer than lust.
They were determined to see me off like an unwanted visitor.

But, I stood my ground like any other person who desires to live.
I crossed lines to tell them they were doing wrong for the first time,
And they said I was disappointing and selfish.
They scolded me,yelling at me and calling me an evil child.
They were living their life,I wanted to live mine,
To be a better woman who could move many and change many.
I wanted to go to school for I was just fifteen and had seen little of the world;
If it was waters of the ocean,I had only tasted the surfaces;
If it was heaven,I had just started to climb Jacob's ladder.

I know not better than crying and licking my tears,
And that is exactly what I did, weeping like death was here to take me.
I called upon the ancestors of my clan to rescue me,
I looked up to the skies,tracing to find my redeemer.
I cried to my sister and brothers, I begged my people for help,
And I was willing to involve the authorities, for my education was my life.
The vows came with agony, the ring would come with suffering;
And I was not ready for any of this, I would fight till the end;
For this was my right as a modern girl child!

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Addiction

"Give it to me,or else I will die"
This is the repeating sound
Of a body governed by addiction.
It stirs up one's mind
With an itching desire to be satisfied
With the drug; therapeutic or luxurious;
The eyes and heart get to a point,
When they crave to watch those erotic videos and pictures,
And the person feels entrapped in his addiction.
The relaxation and calmness
That come with consumption are amazing,
And one can readily go to bed,
Or perform that seemingly hard task.
Or be ready to take on the world.

The body can lie to itself,
And one may live to satisfy that deceitful desire,
That the body will breakdown without it.
Physiology does its role
To maintain a living human alive
Without necessarily depending on addiction
Which deprives one of peace and imagery
And sometimes claims that life.
It is hard to let go
But just like Paul let go
Of persecuting the church,
By the grace of God,
One can desist from the evil
It is then that he will live freely.
Through rehabilitation,
It is very possible to heal
And return to the normal being
It is a matter of trusting the process
With commitment to recover fully.

If all fails,
Never let addiction be your master
When we are here for you.

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The Way To Heaven

Show me the way to your fields,
Where;
I am told is filled with joy and peace;
Where;
They say has rivers flowing with milk and honey;
Where;
I hear people say, is life eternal for the chosen nation!

Lead me all the way; with your light shining along my path.
Teach me to number all my days right.
Teach me to do what I ought to do;
In order that I may walk through the heavenly gates safe and sound.
By your grace and love, lift me up on to higher grounds;
And keep my eyes closely fixed to the cross for all my hope.
Fill my heart with songs of praise, and let not my lamp burn down.

Consecrate me, dear Lord; for your pure service;
And wash me; and sanctify me with your precious blood.
Show me the way to heaven,
Where, there sits your blessed throne of all thrones;
Where, there you sit on your throne to rule over the whole world.
Show me the way to your paradise beyond the blue;
Where, I will serve you through eternity!

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May God Guide My Faith

I desire to live a pain free life,
I'm ever expectant for a brighter day,
So I put my hope in goodness alone. 
I concentrate so much on my troubles,
Reading through them like a novel,
Trying to catch a glimpse of something better in the situation.
I flee from many,to an island of isolation,
Where I yearn to speak to God and seek for his counsel.
But my heart is overburdened with sin that I feel hopeless,
And what I pray for,I oppose my tongue with disbelief,
Saying I am not worth a chance.
At the end of the day,my situation remains the same,
Day after day; year after year.
But,of late,I have found out something,
That I can never change it all if I have no faith.
So,this day,under this sun,
I pray to God,to give me great faith like Daniel's.

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My Friend

Growing up,my mother loved me with all she had,
Like my teacher,she taught me alot; social behavior;
To my attention,she brought rules of love
In a friendship or relationship or any connection;
Defining a friend as a precious gift from God;
An answer to loneliness,a pill to growing longer;
For a friend brings a smile,lessens your burdens,
And you are set free from stress; your lifespan is lengthened.

She called me her daughter and I called her my mummy,
So she said,
"He who is not faithful and enthusiastic;
Deserving,natural,interested and respectful"
Isn't a friend indeed!
Your buddy ought to look out for you,
Like you were his own flesh and blood.
Through the storms and droughts,
Peace and war; health and illness;
They are your confidant,who neither leave nor forsake you.

So, I asked my mother,
How I could tell a genuine friend from a liar;
"Pray,pray,pray,pray and pray!"
She kept on telling me to pray,
To pray in the morning,
To pray in the noon time,
To pray,even as the sun goes down;
That prayer had all the answers I ever wanted;
Say,who was or who wasn't true,
I would find out only through prayer.

My mother set rules for me, to live by in my friendships;
One;she said I had to love myself first,
That it is after loving myself that I could love another.
Two;she told me to love my friends just as I loved myself;
Care for them,accommodate them,forgive them,make them happy;
For as much as I know,that's all I would want for myself!
Three;mother told me never to give in fully,
Or I would completely be torn apart into pieces!
I guess she knew how stupidly I fall in love -so easily!
How soft hearted,with a thin skin I was;
So,she told me these,long before I was mature enough to understand them.

My dear mother gave me a friendly package,
To carry with me all my life,
Embrace the beauty of love, welcome friends into my life;
Take them in,open my heart to them,allow them to be part of me,
As I am a part of them; and share a portion of their love.
So, I live like this, because I know I have you.
Seeing you lightens my sorrows,and cheers up my spirit,
For you are my friend,
Whose presence in my life,I cherish as dear!

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God's Love

Who trusts me more than myself?
Who loves me more than myself?
No one, absolutely,no one amongst you all!
Except the one holding my life in his hands.

From far and near,he watches over me,
Whispering faithful love to my soul,
Revealing good hope in the time to come,
And so,I cling on to him.

He loves me more than I love myself;
And feels hurt whenever I hurt myself.
He keeps me safe and sound,
And has put a beautiful song in my heart.

What,to show my gratitude,can I do for him?
Life,dime; silver,gold; and all the unsaid;
They are as uncountable as the sands of the shore,
The wonderful doings of my maker!

I am told he desires a clean and respectful heart,
Repentant and kind soul,a spirit that cares;
He gives plenty for free; in fact, everything for free;
Yet,still,I'm not worthy to look him in the eyes.

I am told he hates sinners,and any bad thing is sin;
Stealing,lying,gossiping,idolatry,adultery; name them all.
So,I try to please him,as a child pleases the father
That he may bless me with life and not perishment.

At four,I didn't know how to talk to him,
I didn't know where he stayed except heaven,
But now, I know most of the things, so I pray,
And in prayer,I communicate with my God.

I pray for myself and for others,
Because out there,someone is praying for me;for you!
So,together,we share the blessings of prayer;
Remember! It's never late too late to join us,to talk to him.

Come,let us go before him,with humble souls,
To bow before him and worship him,
To tell it all to him; the burdens and success,
All that we need and desire, for he is all that we need!

Who,do you trust most around here?
Who do you love so dearly here?
I,love and have all my trust in my father and maker,
 Think about this; Where,is your trust,hope and love?

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My Destiny

I have a destiny,
That most of you look down on,
As being poor and backward.
That many desire to change and have me assimilated,
But I'm surely destined to be African.

When you meet me, I've got more melanin,
And my smile isn't as charming as you wish,
And my nose is just flat on my face,
With my teeth having that dark gum,
Like I was born during an eclipse,
Or moreso the darkest of nights.
Because I'm destined to be African.

I am born in Uganda,to Ugandan parents,
Whose ancestors were purely black,
And sipped on African liquor,
And chanted to their African ancestors,
At each festival or when they gathered.
Because I'm destined to be African.

I do not hide from the sun for its hotness,
Or for the fear that it will make my skin darker.
I'm not afraid of carrying loads on my head,
For the fear that I may evolve into a spider .
I don't feel embarrassed waving at a congregation,
Like my black role model did back then-
Because I'm destined to be a black human.

When my friends see me crying,
They compare me to a chimpanzee,
And laugh that he's my brother.
But I relax, and feel the pride in being me,
And then take it easy, for it doesn't count.
Because I'm destined to be African.

We all have got dream countries,
We say,that we want to be in Canada or California,
But I whisper to my soul,not to rush,
And warn my lips,not to utter an abomination.
I compose myself to only say,
That I wish to travel to Ghana or Ethiopia or Egypt.
Not because I'm narrow minded,but-
Because I'm destined to be African.

I wear my kitenge or even bark cloth,
With beads around my waste and ankles and wrist and neck.
And they call me ancient woman,
Who has not been visited by the enlightenment era,
But I laugh out loud, for what they want me to be,is a great error.
I eat African dishes,of pounded yams or cassava,
And drink milk along or enjoy the bush meat.
But they call me criminal, accusing me of poaching,
But I just found a guinea fowl on my way to fetch firewood,
Commanded my dog to get it, and indeed, I took home the meat.
Because I'm destined to be African.

If I said to you this very night,
That when you see me dancing like a Ugandan,
Standing like a Congolese, dressed like a Kanyan,
Speaking like a Nigerian, eating like a sudanese,
Laughing like an Egyptian, sleeping like an Ethiopian,
Leading like a Tanzanian and preaching like a South African,
It is because I have an African destination-
It is because I'm destined to be African.

Ampurire Anitah.

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You Are My Best Friend

You held my hand;
And never let go.
You walked with me down the valley,
Until darkness conquered.

You saw in me
What, to others
Was hidden
And you nurtured it.

You took the shame
Of being with me,
A selfish introvert,
A mean girl.

You looked out for me;
When times were darker,
And moments lighter,
And roads thicker.

You treated me
With love
Like I ever deserved it,
And never bragged about it.

You searched for me,
Through the thickness of the bushes.
You dragged me out of the mad,
When I was stuck.

You believed in me,
Gave me more reasons to smile,
Obliged me to work hard,
And made me who I am.

You loved me;
Like a friend, sister,
Best friend or better still
And did not turn back.

You carried me all the way;
When I was light.
And when I was heavy,
You did not abandon me.

You tolerated me
When the worst of me came out.
Forgave me,
When, your feelings I had hurt.

You took me in;
Even when I had betrayed your love
And had grown proud and arrogant;
And shaped me back.

You came into my life to stay.
I have appreciated that;
Now that I have seen it all,
In real life times.

You kept your words;
Till today,
When the favor,
I wish to return.

You love this day,
Because you have me;
And have seen that in me
Which no one has.

You have today
To take a break
And celebrate me not
But rather, you.

For you came to stay
And many more of these days
Shall we await and rejoice in
For the love of God.

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Lamentation of a Short Woman

I desire nothing more than a chance;
Under my silence lies a heap of words;
And my lips never hesitate to twitch at their scratch,
As the find their way out of my heart;
But then the inner little man holds them back
Because when I speak;
The pile of bitterness comes with floods of tears,
And the bunch of dark memories is let loose.

It is the pain,the betrayal,the embarrassment,
As well as stories of my suffering as a short lady;
Who is taken for a forteen year's old.
At the hair salons,I am not welcomed;
In bars and clubs, I'm chased away like wind chases chuff,
While in malls and shops and markets attendants pay loose attention to my orders,
Saying I'm too young to decide what I want to buy,
Or they laugh at me and make fun of me,
That rats do shopping in modern Uganda;
In the end, I am denied the service I am going to pay for.

If tears could wash all this torture out,
Crying would be my hobby, trying to rid myself of it all,
But it is certainly not.
I am lady of twenty three years,
Not the forteen year's old girl you all see on my outside.
It is my short stature that says otherwise and sells me out,
But I have ripe brains as well as the maturity a woman needs.
My cat face with fat cheeks and young nose-
Which hopes to grow centuries from today,
Makes me look like I was born only yesterday at midnight;
And gives anyone the courage to look down on me.

Like you, descendant of Adam and Eve,
I am a human with freshly flowing red blood in my veins.
I am a genuine citizen of Uganda,
Who pays taxes and preserves her nature and cultures.
Growing through all the ages behind me,
I have learnt to survive in truth and love,
And so,I help bring new lives to earth,in the labor suit.
While you ignore me in your salons and shops,
And while your husbands and sons,
Who do nothing but to sit on those boda bodas;
 drinking waraji tease me at the knock of opportunity,
I remain sure that I am as useful as a cow;
Yes,like Ngabo,Bihogo,Kyozi!!

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Our Father's Wife

She welcomes us into her husband's home,
Serves us with best dishes,
And refers to us as her beloved children

When daddy wants to get us new clothes,
He asks her to escort him to the great shopping center,
He says she makes better choices than our mother.

She takes us in,to sleep in her home
Whenever our father has gone on a journey,
And treats us just like one of our aunts.

When our father wants to make a decision,
He tells her the whole plan,
So that she can make the best decision.

Our sperm contributor compares her to our mummy
Saying she cooks more delicious food,
Than his wife's dirty and unsweet food.

When her children are sent home for school fees,
Daddy gives it to them,and they return to school.
While we stay at home, counting a week's stay.

He buys ice cream for her children,
And says they speak better English than us
And dance modernly unlike local us.

And when he wrote the will,
All daddy's property belonged to her.
The car,land ,cattle, business and children.

She wants us to love her like our own,
But to our faces,she's only a begging stranger-
Who wants to rob our mother of her family.

She wishes we could hug her with affection,
But our spirits are conservative,
Looking with disgust at her arrival.

She would like to have us for her children 
But we belong to another woman.
She's only our father's wife!

Ampurire Anitah