The village dance

For the market master,

Whom we knew as master,

With a no problem bag like that of a headmaster…

Still, had problems..

That of money..

 

Her long neck , shook lazily,

Like Uganda Crested Crane

Ululating and dancing around the ripe,

Millet garden in Karyeza Valley,

As the birds did thier millet harvest song,

Ntuuha ntuuha, oburo kuburyeera,

Ndyakuha Omushenga..we loved it…!

 

When Kafiti, the village wag,

Went as close,

To steal a glimpse,

Of that unfolding beauty eclipse…

Without license,

We were on-lookingly insensed…!

As she stretched her arms, wide,

Embracing this village wag!

They grooved waltz, interlocking ,

Their hands, again eye to eye,

Their teeth almost meeting, as we ogled,

Dancing so tight and close,

To say the least, zero-distancing!

 

As the cock begun to crow,

Announcing the night ,

Of this lovely tight game…

It was 5am,

Milking was due,

Beyond that morning dew..

 

Herself leaning on his shoulder,motionless,

He looked up into the sky ,

Evoking heavens’ intervention,

The kind of decibel providence..

 

Again like Kafiti the village wag…