The wilderness of Ubena Zomozi bestows me with peace.
I am tired of the city
pretending to be pregnant so that she could ask for money.
Yet we're a middle-income country.
I am pleased of a decent rural life
Melodies of The Ladysmith Black Mambazo bestowing me with peace.
I am tired of not being able to sing like them.
And so I love them.
I crave and I am grateful
That columnists either disappear
with no cause
or turn out to be praising everything that is done and yet to be done.
With their toothy smiles.
Whilst the activists are gifted with bullets.
I urge you women of Africa,
Feed us well.
Feed us well that we might not forget to hurt the innocent souls
@a.nsemwa
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