Strong wind comes.
Wind of hope ;Uprooted the thorns...
Somewhere on a peninsula,
near the sea...
The role of fathers, we must confess,
Is fantastic in every way, no less...
(If this poem site could literily talk)
I've been meaning to speak to y'all...
Long before my time to live,
Before my thoughts were formed...
I can talk to her for two hours,
Without getting bored for even two seconds...
I love my birthplace!
Jinja Town made me who I am for 11 years...
There is a green place in Maracha,
Decked with beautiful rock formations...
The Devil tries to shoot me down,
But suddenly changes his mind...
When I was only 4
My momma had custody...
Today is the day you will become two
Parents restless, in constant motion...
“Can I call for assistance yet?”
The irritation in my voice would have been clear...