Before realizing, that great disembark..
Let’s unpack..
Yesterday, my friend broke the fast in Lent,
When all he had was rent,
But was offered a meal by a friend,
He was not afraid

,
What he had with Fred was not fried,
Mbale,
Where amalewa rule,
Without a king or queen.
He settled first for the morning jog,
In the morning fog,
Wanyiala hill,
Without good will…
Then fell ill,
Again for luck of good will.
Breaking the fast in Lent..