Hanging out with a Musege

THE RABBIT ON THE PULPIT

Part 18 “Hanging out with a Musege”

They say, in a bad hunt,

Even a squirrel will outdo, a seasoned

Hunting dog,

And the brown-legged Ndahi bird,

Will floor the best of the hunting hound..

“ Omuhiigo gufubire, Endahi,

Ekeikarira Embwa!”

To the chargrin of the hunter..

Or hunter being hunted,

And haunted…

We met with Cissie, at a tax stage to Naalya,

Down town,

Before it dawned on me a tonne..

Like what happened to Tonny,

While at Compus with Lady Nantongo..

Herself in a rain-coat, set for Elnino,

While the persona, had his bwiino,

Before loosing his linnyo…

Like detoothing, a man with Malibu,

Or without teeth!…

Whence we embarked en-route to Naalya,

Myself asking, Nalyaako?

She smiled and proposed Samito Club,

For one, two or three clubs,

I admitted ,

Before being admitted…

At TMR Hospital,

With empty-pocket prognosis,

Too much proboscis..

The gender of this

Not in contention..

First, the taxi bill,

Then her sick brother needed a carnula,

Whom she called Bill,

Before two guys emerged to take,

Her phone, for an earlier due-bill,

The rescue was a five figure,

Or some sort,

Herself confessing, the fault was Gills..

I ordered for a Guiness,

Before seeing Harnessys,

Flying over the table counter..

The mind wondered, and went to SMAU,

Where i borrowed some trick,

Escaping, through the loos,

Pretending to be making some clouds,

But alas the while! , sneaking out,

With out pride…

Or the expected prize!

Hanging out with a Musege…

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