A frog complained that the market master
Was heavy,
Asked how it found out,
It averred, that the carrier of the load, Intentionally, stepped,
On its back..
I see the Ruwenzori ranges across,
It’s misty and grayish,
The Chwezi lights can be seen,
Spontaneously lighting top,
Ayonder these Mountains,
Mountains of the Savanna,
Where God lives..
The mountains of the moon
..
It’s a wedding day,
And there is this maid of honor,
Now maid of dishonor,
Dancing wildly,
Legs apart,
As though in apartments..
The Naalya or Najera apartments.
The fog and thickets of Ruwenzori Mtns!
The Cake lady bends down beneath,
The high table stands,
The band releases a stream of Maddox,
Strands,
Singing Namagembe Oliwa??!
The Mountains turn grey,
Hazy haphazardly,
Nature, unpredictable nature…
Like the great American Poet Poe,
Wrote, the Raven hovers above,
The melting glaciers,
Of this beautiful Ruwenzoris,
Climate calamity,
On this planet calendar ..
Like Kafiti,
The Village Wag..
