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    Poetry | My promise to Ugandans | Wabwire Ronald | 2022-12-08 17:12:45

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My promise to Ugandans

When I go to heaven

I will remind God that I came from Uganda.

Perhaps He will have more mercy for me;

A child coming from the pearl of Africa

I will tell him stories of our past and present.

I will tell God that Amin used to kill people.

If he is around, I must see him.

But I will shake his hand and convey the truth;

Bwana, you killed them openly. It was better we saw you do it.

Bwana, it is worse now.

You don’t even know who killed.

Even pigs do.

 

When I go to heaven

I will tell God that I came from Uganda.

I already had my fire.

I was a son of another mother.

I only licked plates

When I was sick, only you, God knew how I survived.

There were only bedbugs in dispensaries, but clinics were many- only for them.

That the roads were made 40 years after our rebirth

They only stayed for a year and went back to the worst.

 

When I go to heaven

I will tell God that I came from Uganda

And my siblings are still there

Working in companies called joblessness.

I will remind him that more than 80% of the youth are in these companies.

That education is as good as prohibiting procreation

After your degree(s), you still go back;

Back to your village and find someone to marry

You count the 18 years of school and get back to the hoe.

I will look again Amin in the face and tell him;

Coffee and cotton are no longer workable

coffee is for them, too.

That the farmers’ co-operations also died with him

 

When I go to heaven,

I must see Shakespeare.

Sir, thine works and descendants shine no more.

Sir, thy name is soon rubbed off the nation’s face

Sir, thou must speake to Jesus about it. He alone will help.

Sir, when Jesus cometh, come with him. Thou must save artists.

 

When I go to heaven

I must tell God the prophesy of our future too.

I will show him the trend of corruption,

And prophesy to Him that soon our people will be trading their body parts.

Yes, for food, jobs, medication, education, and accommodation.

I will then beseech Him to let His son come.

I don’t mind.

He can come for only Uganda.

                 9:20pm, 12th October 2021

  • Wabwire Ronald | 2022-12-08 17:12:45

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Comment about "My promise to Ugandans" by Wabwire Ronald

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Kaka mama at 2023-04-26 07:35:07


You know what? you made this a vivid picture of the real emotions of a Ugandan citizen. thank you.

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