The encounter with my High School crash at Kabagarame in the Forest

They say that life is a general drama of happiness, Thomas Hardy,

In the Mayor of Caster bridge,

Hence I met Bridget,

The girl whom we danced,

After taking some Richots,

Upon that High school social,

So special..

I saw her through the woods,

As her face cut through the wild woody,

Yamawe, at Nyungu Yamawe FP,

At first I took a deep breath,

Dry saliva running through my mouth..

Fire

like that at camp fire in the forest..

Herself, craning like a crested crane,

To catch a glimpse of me, yes, me..

We came close as lights became deem,

Then oh my God was the main word..

This world!

Realizing time was not enough,

We took a forest walk, smiling endlessly,

Reminiscing our by-gone days,

And missed escapades,

“ We should have been hubby and wify “

We recompensed,

For lack of luck or any compensation ..

I know… we replied in Unison,

Then hugged for a minute or so,

Then realized we had to Kugarama,

Or lay back, in the woods,

Like Kabagarame theme,

Yes, theme of the festival day..

Suddenly, two soldiers in camouflage,

Appeared at large,

Distorting what had appeared,

A well laid escape into ndachi..

Ugandans,mwabaaki?

Again like Kafiti the Village Wag