Asiimwe Simon Poet I do not know?

The Lament of the Divorced Husband

When you waved to me, Amanda
I liked it in my blindness,
I thought there were many in Uganda
Far better or in your likeness
Now east, west I wander
Searching your likeness
But I have got none like you, Amanda
They all lack your liveliness.

When I saw your back fading away Amanda
With bags balancin’ in your hands
I felt the whole world in my hands
And I saw a thousand beauties on my heels
But in a thousand I have got none
I have got none like you, Amanda
And now I curse the road that took you
And now I curse each day I go through.

When I saw you piling your things, Amanda
I didn’t stop a while to recall the day
The day I told my folks of you Amanda
And they said it was the most blessed day
From then words became strong like a thunder
But you didn’t listen to what many say
And I swayed in a wind with you, Amanda
Until on the fateful day 
Now alone in the world I wander
Like a cirrus on a clear day
But if only I can see your face, Amanda,
Before my judgment day,
      I still love you Amanda
      And will always do
      I will always do Amanda
      Until the judgment day.

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