Severally, the rabbits would escape,
Through Ndyamba’s bow legs,
For he could not get them gather, Togather..
Like his father,
He was found of singing awkwardly loud,
Before the full moon,
Especially that chargrin song,
When he way-laid the village wench,
Kamadirisa, omukazi womukabira!

For he boasted that he drunk on her,
As they enjoyed the green grass,
As thier bed!
I fantasised, melanchoulously…
Unknowingly
The neighbours, especially Kasimoni,
Complained, albeit,
Could not bother or fathom,
Against the bare knuckle lads,
With Kafiti, the village Wag!
Today, off to the beach i go,
With Charles to chance on Charllotte,
Mulondo,with Nalongo,
Walking down Nakiwogo,
Feasting on Muwogo,
As Muwonge plays the flute..
The flute of avid dispair,
In this bewildering beauty,
Uganda Zaabu,
As you read this Zaburi..
