If seen, he seems a feathered thief
come to steal a feed;
but for the flower, this is chiefly
service for its breeding.
Across the Serengeti plain our matriarch would lead,
Dining on the guarri fruit, and gum acacia seeds.
Upon our sweet green namesake grass our bellies we would fill,
I'd visit with my mother's bones, nap in the northern hills.
We'd cross the Mara river, then the southern rains would fall,
We'd see the African spoonbill, and hear the weaverbird call.
We'd care for all the young ones, and with my sisters I would roam,
Victoria Lake... But then I'd wake, give up my dreams of home.
I'd bust my cage, I'd smash the door, and trample all around,
If I was an elephant, I'd tear the circus down.
December 6, 2016
Here in the beautiful Tororo Rock*
I grabbed talkative weaver bird,
That disturbs me every morning.
Before I wake up she sits up to sing;
Before I go to bed she comes up to sing;
But I let it go escort free in her freedom.
What better thing can I do to it?
Than grant her liberty to sing in freedom,
And carry her life around the rock
*Tororo Rock is a beautiful volcanic plug in Tororo Municipality in Eastern Uganda
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