The sky is clear now! I thought.
Oh again, this storm,
Destroying my cottage warm.
Building blocks, falling down,
It's all clattered on the floor,
Bringing back my memories sore.
Recalling the time building these took,
With the blocks, I'm falling too.
......
The 'only child'—
the one who must get all the attention,
the child whose heart is pulled in endless directions,
caught between love and expectation.
The 'only child'—
the one who struggles to understand her parents:
why her father’s anger burns so hot,
only to hear it’s because he loves her.
Why her mother’s tears spill,
......
We all carry an inner child within us,
A part that yearns for the days of innocence,
When the weight of the world didn’t exist—
When playtime on the swings was our only concern,
And the worries of life were a distant dream.
I miss those moments,
The warmth of my mother’s touch,
Her fingers gently weaving through my hair—
A simple act, but it was a promise,
......
Le soleil n’est plus lumineux,
Plus ce que j’espérais revoir.
La lune brille plus que jamais,
Dans sa lumière, je trouve mon espoir.
Mon cœur semble ne plus battre,
Mais mon amour, toi seul peux me ressusciter.
Distressed in spirit,
Fallen beyond Jesus Christ,
Pleasure in sins.
The sky is clear now! I thought.
Oh again, this storm,
Destroying my cottage warm.
Building blocks, falling down,
It's all clattered on the floor,
Bringing back my memories sore.
Recalling the time building these took,
With the blocks, I'm falling too.
......
Dear Honoured child of the land,
Of the great hills, terrances beauty
A gentle chill that kisses Kigezi,
Its me a nephew, calling out
an cold ice voice,
Hoping to reach you by.
Back home, we were raised
To point fingers at the Television
And scream " Uncle Shaka "
......
Maybe this is just a cycle, spinning endlessly,
Waking up to a sweet “good morning” text,
Only to feel the bittersweetness creeping in,
A fleeting joy, then the ache of knowing it will end.
Faces blur, all smiles and whispered hopes,
Words like promises, but none built to last.
I speak in charms, soft words and sweet replies,
Yet I know, deep down, most of them won't see me for who I am.
......
You know what, Sherlock?
Love? That’s pathetic
His arms were drenched in her cologne,
the other day,
the smile so nefarious,
conniving yet innocent.
I gave him my heart, you know?
I gave him elusive veins and Sherlock,
what do I get? I am deceived,
as though my eyes are blinded
......
Sometimes I wonder, what makes the heart so cruel,
When forgiveness blooms in the soil of a soul’s duel.
If I, broken and bent, can rise from the wreck,
Can bury the ghosts, and silence the wrecked,
Why can’t they let go, leave me in peace,
And allow me the breath of a soft release?
I don’t ask for riches, or a word of praise,
Not even a promise, not even a gaze.
Though they tore from me every spark, every light,
......