It was in 1989 when Kamugyene,
Grandson of Kasimoni,
The rumored and suspected old-witch,
Performed some village antics,
Again bordering a village witch…!
We agreed, his bow legs, were unmatched,
For he could not hunt a rabbit
,
As it would easily escape through…
His marked face, with dots of fire marks,
A baffling testimony for his strength,
His laughter, wide like his smile,
Kamugyene was a man!
We envied him menacingly..
As he could, easily scatter some village girls..
While we gazed, like gazelles,
Watching a Lion in a park ..
We agreed with his sister, Natu,
To meet by the river side,
For a village wrestle,
The kind of goatee-smell wrestle that never was..
Every effort, bringing close chests together,
As we childishly entrapped each other,
In a show of organic prowess..
Then, this dog, Kakwitsi, often barked,
Exhorting jealous all the time,
At times, a little bite,
By pulling tattered dresses or trousers,
Apart,
In a show of support and surrender…
You really cared,
When everyone didn’t…
Again Like Kafiti the Village Wag,
We shall meet by the River side..
RABBIT ON THE PULPIT