Best Ugandan Poems
She is a Ugandan girl
The odds are stacked against her
That is her first hurdle
She is also a Christian girl
That is her second hurdle
Clearly, hooking up is bad
She goes ahead
She braves the storm
She hits the bar
Try as she may
The good ones won’t play
Clearly, hooking up is hard
She lays out her cards
Rack, **** and eyes
She works it, oh does she work it
Her trap is set; at last a rat is caught
Off to bed with a barely a name known
Clearly, hooking up is mad
Come the morning
Exposed in the harsh light of day
Sneaking out with shoes in hand
Breath laced with the stale smell of booze
Shoulders low under the weight of regret
Clearly, hooking up is sad.
As you come to Uganda visit Entebe zoo
Come to the lion cage
Don't stare or watch just look in the lions eyes
It will tell you all the stories of Kampala
You see the red eyes of Besigye
With the zeal to break the cage
And lead Uganda
But the pain of tear gas is unbearable
Look at this lion again
Laying down as if it has been tamed
Then you will see a Lukwago
Who wants to do the mayor job
But all the power is in Musisi
Come closer, you will the lion roar
To show its potential but all in vain
Like Nsereko moving a motion In Parliament
But scared by his mother party
Don't stop look closest
You will see this is not a lion
Its a lioness, Its kadaga
Chairing Parliament
On tension to expel rebel MPs
Look again you will see it all
The begging hands of street kids for rescue
The serious police force
The sweat of unemployed graduates
The noise of boda boda riders
And the potholes in the city
This lion at Entebe zoo
Knows how much the staff labors to fed it
It know how much they spend on it
Like the way Ugandans know
How much the government has given to them
But as you look at it
It tries to hide its jungle character
Because thats how it earns money to feed it
It knows the staff gets from what belongs to it
Like the way corrupt officials
Pledge on our funerals
Burying our own who died of disease
That would have been cured by the same money
They played lots
Now run away from that cage
Before that lion comes with all its craws
Begging for its freedom
Like Ugandans
On walk to work
as the Ugandan Judge at ICJ ,
Julia Sebutunda voted against South African legal
team 's case at ICJ ,
which portrayed the genocidal
actions of Israel troops
in Gaza.
The entire Africans astonished
to be betrayed by one of their daughters
who failed
To understand the consequences
of Apartheid in South Africa
and Colonisation in entire Africa.
Imagine ,
Only Judge Julia stood to defend genocidal actions
While others judges approved the demands
of South African legal team which portrayed
Humanity.
How do oppressors will respect Africans
when a top Judge like Julia thinks
of her stomach than Humanity?
Oh! Judge Julia come back to your senses
as quick as possible.
Remember more than 26.000 people
who already died in Gaza
from October 2023
to January 2024.
Humanity
And Humanity
must be the popular lyrics for Palestinians
in the World.
I love the beauty of my land the curvy and simple bright looks, the sense of humour and the dignified morals of my Origin.
She is a true portrayal of a decent great beauty of the humble origin her dress style not by any fashionista .
When she smiles you will be swept off your brains oooh it's a heaven sent antidote that heals the soul. the great beauty of my mama land portrays no humility humble and soft is the tone of her voice.
Her name sounds like edible sweet African fruits that cure an ulcer. the tender moves of her walk style ain't natural as it's felt in every gent's heart.
Her tender lips and nose are the instruction of silence and the magnet attached to every eye oooh it moves multitudes.
Perhaps I would hesitate following my humble origin but am wearily helpless as this creature moves my heart beats.
Form:
******Hello everybody, I hope you are doing well. I haven’t wrote a poem in a long time it sees. So I am glad to write a poem for two women named JK and Magi. JK and Magi, two Ugandan women who were tortured, jailed and "correctively raped," because they were lesbians. Corrective rape is a horrific practice in which it is believed that rape can "cure" a woman of their homosexuality, leading them to marry men and have children. Because being openly gay in Ugandan society is so dangerous, these women fled the country, leaving their children behind.
You are strong like a tornado tearing down a town.
They wanted to make you weak, but by staying yourselves,
YOU ARE THE ONES WHO HAVE MADE THEM WEAK.
They are still being afraid and weakened by the power of fakeness when they continue to not be their true selves.
Yes you fled, but fled into the hearts of others only to share your love and strength to people who have been weakened.
Continue to light up the sky and the hearts of others.
For you have paved an amazing path for your children by just being, You.
Form:
Speak loudly
as you wish,
When the International community
remains silently ,
Football players speak loudly
" Stop genocide in DRCongo"
Church ministers and believers
sing loud in the churches
"Why do you continue to kill
people who welcomed you? "
Women activists marched
here and there saying
" enough is enough "
Yoh! a Congolese footballer player
Of Rwanda's Rayon Sports
chased out of the team
over war gesture after scoring
a fantastic
goal.
As two South African soldiers
died in the war
in DRCongo,
most propagandists western
media made it as
popular lyrics
to punic
more South African to withdrawal
their support in SADC
mission.
There are thousands of Ugandan
and Rwandan soldiers
of different ranks
Who died in the same war
while suporting the M23 rebels
but the western propagandists
media don't speak about them
As they fear to punic
innocent Rwandans
and Ugandans.
many super power countries are behind Rwanda
to continue killing innocent Congolese
and rob the natural resources.
So called banyamulenge claimed
to be hated by other tribes ,
as they targeted their lands
from decades.
then many of banyamulenge men took guns
to chase out some tribes " bafuliru , bavira
bamasanzi, babembe, barega"
Who welcomed them as refugees
on their lands.
the governments of Rwanda
and Uganda came to support them secretly
so that they could build a tutsi empire.
Yoh! enough is enough
Oh,
yes
I open my mouth
and speaking the truth
On this planet earth.
MUSTAFA’S SIDEWALK CAFÉ
Mustafa was pleased to welcome patrons who spoke English
From the nearby theatre where he had learned acting for a while.
He whispered Russian with his colonial accent, very British,
And a big, confidential, very African smile.
His grapes hung here as ours had over Lake Albert -
With hibiscus and dahlias impatiently pushing aside the fence.
His shashlik was in Ugandan halal style, not like in the desert,
Melting on the tongue, almost before you commenced.
No one could listen or watch for secrets in this busy spot -
Vendors shouted magazines and postcards in every tongue;
Traffic noise covered each hushed and heated thought;
Hot sunlight was dimmed for old and young.
I wanted to caress afresh her bewitching smile
Her delightful eyelids of Chantilly lace :
And just enjoy beholding her for a while,
Perfumed with Lake Albert’s hibiscus scent trace.
14 April 2021
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NOTE Based on a real café in the city centre in St Petersburg, Russia.
Lake Albert is a large lake in Uganda
Chantilly Lace is perhaps the most delicate lace in the world
( Since 1987, a group of Ugandan military rebels, called the Lords Resistance army has
been kidnapping, raping and torturing Ugandan children.At Night, these children are forced
to leave their villages and walk for miles to safe cages, in hopes that they won't be take
by the LRA...They have been dubbed The Night Walkers.This is my response to them...)
Everything I see leaves a mark on my soul
And it is with this bleeding heart that I suffer with you
I am there when the nights are long and weary
Watching the devils pour out of the darkness
To take you sons and rape your daughters
I am there to wait for the smoke to clear long enough to survey the wreckage
The Horrors not meant to burden the human soul
And I am there to feel the fires
To count in silent despair
To cover the bodies
Your husbands
Your brothers
The tiny hands of a wasted nation
Knowing that there are enough tears within us all to soak the cracked earth upon which you
stand, to wash away the dirt and ages from a million hardened faces and fill the hollow
pits of swollen stomachs
But you are the forgotten ones
Alone in your grief
And for that I am sorry
So instead I lay my heart next to yours and watch as the army of faceless monsters march
your babies into darkness
Forced to kill their fathers and brothers
Raping the bodies of their sisters and mothers
Waiting in bated frustration as the dead hand of abhorration is laid across the forheads
of your young
And even now I stand beside you
Shaking my fist at an unrelenting sky
Screaming into the deaf ears of a world devoid of humanity
Crying away your forgotten sorrows
It is with this bleeding heart that I call out but there is no answer
Form:
Bagram airfield the Ugandans handled the bomb dogs.. heading back to my CHU after a mission i would see them for their morning walks.. one dog famously wore motorcycle goggles, story is he took a blast of rocks in the face and survived but was partially blinded.. apparently his sniffer still worked and he could see well enough to do his job.. cool doggy
There were 40,000 people on that base and most armed to the teeth. several thousand were local nationals. Trucks in and out all day.. those dogs were a necessity, god love em. i played with them as often as i could. The Ugandan dudes were cool as f' ...
in the evening light of an Ugandan town,
welcome breeze in a large thatched canopy,
in a gathering of strangers and friends,
a nepali chef’s exquisite indian cuisine,
aroma of food swarms the candle-lit lobby,
a lone singer in blue jeans strums his guitar,
“ wise men say, only fools rush in,
but I can’t help falling in love with you”!*
tinkle of wine glasses and bottles
beauteous ebony soft skin reflect the candle glow,
colourful scarfs drape elegant hair,
the warmth of the day is long gone,
but radiant are the primal senses,
a greying drummer taps his feet,
the gathering, swings slowly to the UB40 beat,
in African suburb, king Elvis is reborn,
“ shall I stay? would it be a sin?
but I can’t help falling in love with you!”
i feel a soft cheek leaning on my shoulder,
eyes looking in to my eyes,
her hand rubbing my forearm seeking love,
instinctively my hand reach around her long slim waist,
as we gently kiss, lips sensing the warmth of desire!
“take my hand, take my whole life too,
i can’t help falling in love with you”
two strangers in close embrace,
evening, late night, wine and incense,
no introductions, no names
just passion and desire.
In that Ugandan town,
two strangers sought love
under a canopy, voice of a lone singer,
Elvis’ popular song to UB40 beat!
“ like a river flows surely to the sea,
darling so it goes,
somethings are meant to be”
1st Placement
Written 28/07/2020
Sponsor Beth Evans
Same old song poetry contest
* “can’t help falling in love with you“ Elvis Song performed by UB40
Shining smiles so bright,
Ugandan ladies grace the earth,
Beauty pure and true.
By Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S POETRY
hypocrite leaders continue to bite other Africans daily.
as the rebels M23 "Rwanda defence force" bombed
bases of burudian peace soldiers
in DRCongo wantonly.
many people astonished
and claimed that Kenyan,
Ugandan and
South Sudanese soldiers
of East African
Community
are with the rebels M23 to divide
DRCongo into many countries.
It seemed as burudian soldiers did not agree
in some dark deals and continued doing their mission
Of restoring peace in some affected zones.
many Congolese continue to appreciate
the work of burundian soldiers
than monusco and other troops.