Life, like death, is a total contradiction..
It thins through your palms,
Like that cold breeze at the top of Mt Rwenzori,
A total contrast of dreams…
Glaciers, melting into streams,
Streams of shattered dreams,
Flowing endlessly,
As the source of the Nile..
Neigh, Neigh..
First, the person you marry,
Or get married,
Engage, get engaged, or disengaged
For its fate, that strikes you late..
With this human mate,
Late or too late..
You met, and mate late,
Later in life, for that is fate..
Its like taking a late latte,
At a cafe,
With fused coffein,
Some a jouney in the coffin..
Thier final destination,
In this life’s equation..
Some find it fun,
Some, funny,
Some a love-life funeral,
Some split,
Through force,
And call it divorce..
Others stay,
In the name of children,
Many pretend its all foresaken..
Like a person lost in the meadows of life
This life, is like a horse,
Hanging on the cliff-valley course,
Loosing or winning the race…
Like a person, lost in the meadows of life..
Again Like Kafiti, the Vilage Wag
