When the moon delayed to come

In this Naalya Precinct,

The bright lights of these emerging,

Towering sky-scrappers,

That were never there before,

The aura of the emerging full moon,

Belows, beneath the remnants of canopies

Where the Uganda martyrs

Dragged and yearned,

As they begged” Naalya Ko Kumere”?

Tired Martyrs brutally retired,

Tired and stirred,

The holy-spirit gone wild,

In that hot wildfire…

We grew up celebrating the full moon,

For we sang the moon songs,

Like that praising the hyena,

That danced itself lame, behind the anthill,

Until the moon went to sleep..

The other was about a boy,

Who tiptoed under the bright moonlight,

To throw some pebbles of love,

But alas the while,

Kakwisi, the dog with a long mouth,

Mauled his lips, limbs and legs…

When the moon was full in the sky,

We sang on top of our voices,

To elicit the neighbourhood girls,

So they, come to play hide and seek,

In the thickets of those banana leaves,

At times, hiding behind the Kraal…

The calves mowed,

The cows mowed,

The bulls huffed and puffed..

Girls and boys laughed,

As the lazy moon shone full in the sky..

When the moon delayed to come…