They say, life is a mirror of your own,
Turned upside down,
That’s what dawned on us that cloudy Saturday,
On our way to the weekend adventure..
Vibe after vibe until kumakya,
With lady Nankya..
Whom we randomly picked from Nakawa..
Random is the word of probability,
So we chanced on her as a possibility,
Assuming full responsibility…
All factors being constant probably..
First, the mean security in dark shades,
Yet stars were already high in the sky
,
Who searched beneath and underneath,
This must have been one of the agents,
For sure!
Why tackle another’s gadget?
In a way uncomfortable?
We hitched at the high table,
Then came the skimpy-enough,
To show what was enough,
Covering the subject matter,
But long again, to reveal the real matter..
Since it was late and during lent,
I opted for the latte,
Remembering there was rent,
At the end of the month…
There was this lady selling Sisha,
She was leggy, lanky and legit,
I read that in the book
of Levictus,
Before the land lord evicted me,
I cursed and handed him some verse!
Her name was Aisha,
Before the fasting season begun…
She happened to come from Ishaka,
Which you access via Ishanyu,
The place where Sanyu,
The girl with a huge gap between her teeth, worked,
Worked some men were, indeed!
Some just drove by to ogle,
Ogling like an eagle
,
Eager to pick its prey..
We logged out late,
Lazy,
But ridiculously crazy,
For this log-in hangout joint..
Like Kafiti,
The Village Wag!
ON THE PULPIT