Life, and life in its entirity, is nasty,
To say the least nastiest..
Yesterday, I listened to Kirk Franklin,
Singing his heart out like a violin,
Where upon, I remembered Viola,
The lady who behaved like Kayoola,
While dating Kiryoowa,
From Kigowa,
Ntinda,near the Mvule tree
While at campus!
You see, life is a general drama,
Returning favor after favor,
Except those who know no favor..
Yesterday, was the lazy Sunday day,
So, I went to Lady Lapis Lazuli,
And bought scented muzuli ,
And sprayed it to my hind,
So times could unwind!
As I turned by Elly Kapasi road,
I met Appolo who never opposed,
Any debate, at the spa gate..
I love getting away with anything,
Including sh…ting on the road side
That, while in primary school,
I had agreed with Royce,
To tell her my dream,
That when the time came,
I chose to instead, follow up the encounter,
Where a mad, man conjoined a tree,
That, later did sprout to its brim,
And I claimed “ oh Iam so sorry
I forgot “
She dated Smith, son of Songe,
The man who wore a wide smile on his face, all the time!
Smith had small eyes planted on his face,
Those eyes that really pierced a girl to death…
I died a still birth,
And envied all eyes small..
They played music while I listened,
To the chagrin of the faint hearted..
Death, you are a thief,
You stole Bahindi,
At the age of nine,
While I lived by chance!
May you collapse at once…
I returned sweating blood,
Buraza,
In my sleeveless at my Baraza..
