How the sniper took over my EX

It was on April Fools Day, 2002,

When I fell flat as a victim of this tragic life,

As this sniper, hit my intended target,

So hard, that I shifted my gadget,

Because of budget…

Which is exactly, what we went through,

Before things got thorough,

Like Mo Salah,

Showing his Ebs in the pitch,

Before knowing the final picture…

The melody

of the band was high,

As we squeezed onto the wandegeya taxi,

Leaving us at Makerere High,

Some, really high,

As they drunk themselves lame,

Till late…

We disembarked, at the UH hall,

Like hell,

As she insisted, to check on my wall..

Was it the wallet?

Or the wallpapers on the wall,

In that great hall?

Overnight, the sniper struck,

For there was no room or romance,

To be stuck,

That was the way of good luck

Again like Kafiti the Village Wag..