Then i dreamed of Kamugyene,
The boy with long bow legs,
Hunting rabbits,
Chasing and chasing,
As our dog Kakwitsi,
Hauled insults onto the hunter and the hunted..
Often, it chased the night dancers,
With its dull comrades like mucunkuni…
I never liked dull hounds,
For we fed them wasps to wasp them-up
More often, teenage dreams,
Were like embracing the crocodile,
On the move,
Again, like Kafiti, the village wag
