look at how we summon the calm
from our nerves,
piecing feel after displaced feel back
to its rightful place.
trying to breathe through our bones.
- habits. / cigarette smoke.
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the narrative.
to be anger
bound
to be
unsettled
home
to feel
conditionally free
to live
(maybe)
to want.
(wanted)
and to stay wanting.
- the black narrative.
(even in 2015)
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bloom.
dancing in the wind.
seeds
scattered
on a placcid concrete.
who knew ?
who knew ?
that we too
would bloom.
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feels.
I feel so much these days.
So many things.
Certainty. Doubt. Like. Melancholy.
Each.
A few seconds.
Clock is ticking.
Late.
Late.
Excitement.
Confusion.
Of grey clouds in the sky.
Of grey clouds in the sky.
Lurking.
Sick To my stomach. Purple or green. Both actually.
Always rainbow though,
Throughout.
Sometimes calm.
Courageous. Here and there.
Politics. Pathetic too. Thanks to bad hair days and badder
fashion ones. Thandile Babalwa Sunduza. Out - of the (banana’s) yellow.
But,
never love.
Well, not the kind that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand, anyway.
However,
never love.
Well, not the kind that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand, anyway.
However,
there’s peace in my heart.
And patience. For days.
And patience. For days.
Enduring. What pain ?
Expectant.
Every now and then.
Every now and then.
Free. God bless Uganda.
Thankful. Because, I am alive.
Breathing.
Still.
Blinking.
Feeling. Constantly feeling.
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present.
the air
still filling your lungs
the trees
standing tall
as they bow before you.
when all of everything
in its glory and its splendour
are here for you,
how can you not ?
- the extant being.
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