In Swahili, Kula means eat,
Mbilo, means running as fast,
So goes the ghost in Kula Mbilo,
Literary, run before you are eaten..
Kisaasi, ring road up to Kyanja,
Where upon the gods have been angry,
Claiming every life in a ghostly display…
Like murder in the Cathedral…
There was this Police top officer,
Then the Army General,
The Minister and his concierge,
Then the social media make up of Ichuli..
All, same fashion,
So to farthorm,
Beneath this incredulous mayhem…
The ghost is in Spas, bars,
Barbers, and the barbarics,
All joined in Unison!
Even those in salons,
Driving subalus and saloons..
Ghosts are in Guest Houses,
Clients behaving ghostly,
Manifesting the “ Eat or be eaten”
Adage,
Like those in the Forest,
Where no one rests,
Lest, ghosts
Ghost you in a broad day light..
Even, the bright light shines
Under this bright moonlight..
Amplifying the Northern Lights..
This Kisaasi-Kyanja ghost,
Lingers on,
Until,
It is avanged!!
