The woman with grasshoppers

THE DIARY OF A COVID-19 WALKER

Part 141 “The woman with grasshoppers”

At the age of 19, while in High School,

It was so cool,

To dance like LL Cool J

With french hair cut,

Cut according to the size and shape,

Of your head,

Heading South West,

Like Kanye West..

It was a holiday,

Not like today,

A Holy martyrs day,

Where some people,

Undertake unholy ways,

To bridge up the social gap,

Leaving some of us gapping!

On Nakalele lane, i remembered Makerere,

With its Kelele,

When i took Bond 7,

And ended up at zone 7

At 7,

Day or night , i never knew like M7…

It was the sound of Nsenene,

Like Musenero,

That woke me up,

With Kelele,

At Kareirwe,

With Charles Ben Kaawe, Katarikawe,

Passing on abruptly,

Upon the failure of his heart…

Rest in peace Charles Ben Kaawe,

Katarikawe,

Karyanyamurime,

The one who ate the wathorg,

In the middle of the morning fog!

Or dew,

It was your father who bore the legacy,

You legendary!

The truth is that,

We love you in death,

As we loved you in life!

Charles Ben Kaawe Katarikaawe,

Karyanyamurime!

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