They called and told me you were dead.
But you were so alive last time I spoke to you
You asked me to teach you how to play the guitar and
We sat in the storage room after work
Me trying to press your labour roughened fingers
To the shape of A major and E minor
We laughed because you kept staring at my face
And I always had to remind you to look at the fret board
Or you'd never learn
I heard you worked to put yourself through a course at Makerere University
And to pay for your brother's secondary school
And take care of your mother
Who will take care of them now?
You used to call me on borrowed airtime when you sat drinking local brew with your neighbours
I didn't like talking to you when you were drunk
So the last time you called
I did not answer
And then you died.
If I'd only known this was the last time I would have to hear your voice
I would have picked the call
Last Tuesday my world became a broken place
When they told me you were dead