Uganda poetry
The Miniskirt by Richard Ntiru
To visualize what you can’t see; That’s the paradoxical pleasure of the mind. In the afterbirth of seeing, Death of i…
To visualize what you can’t see; That’s the paradoxical pleasure of the mind. In the afterbirth of seeing, Death of i…
If it is true that the world talks too much then let’s all keep quiet and hear the eloquence of silence If it is true…
Is today not my father’s Funeral anniversary? My clansmen and clanswomen Are gathering in our village, They sit in ci…
Listen, my clansmen, I cry over my husband Whose head is lost. Ocol has lost his head In the forest of books. When my…