The place, the city

The buildings, the people, the culture

The food, the religions, the joy

The sun, the rains, the cool breeze



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The murram and tarmacked roads

The fertile soils, the sand, the dust

The beaches, the farms, the fields

The schools, the prisons, the barracks



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How can I not mention the boda-bodas?

The rolex being eaten by tens of people rn

The highly-crowded business district where a lot of hope is held

We, the traffic



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The little children holding out their palms and sunken faces

The yellow-topped men and women of authority

The blaring music atop moving trucks and buildings

Our make-shift movie-cinemas



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Forget what the tabloids and politicians out there say about our Kampala

It’s a whole load of bull

Meant to corner you into the tiniest corner of your room

Piece of advice….if you buy it, don’t forget or hesitate to ask for your receipt from the seller



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Here, we are peaceful…no need to fret

No need, really, for vandalizing us by the popo and soldiers

We don’t have much, just like the case has been for so long a while now

We just make way with what we have



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We return back to our homes, at the end of the day, in our thousands

With a small package in hand for our people back home or nah

And a tiny ray of hope for all the best in our next endeavours



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Night comes to an end that day….we wake up to the sounds of different things

Crowing cocks, blaring music, preachers on the megaphones, alarm clocks, sounds of drums, raging engines and tire screeches, getting showered with very cold water

Brush our teeth; look for the keys to our last and first line of defence from the thieves

Unlock that Tricycle, clamp up and down the door handle, step outta the door way

Lock up nicely and get on our way to town


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Quite a number of options for us here….a cab, an Uber, a boda-boda, a taxi, a bus, a train, a boat, a bicycle or even futsubishi

Breakfast…hhmmmm….that’s debatable for many of us

Those who can, have their way with it

Same goes for lunch



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After 2PM, many of us begin thinking of how we are going to get home….

All hopes and dreams carried forward to tomorrow….


                                                                                     Our KAMPALA

6 thoughts on “Kampala

  1. Very nice narrative as always…straight from the heart…emotions in words….
    Most countries in the world are like that….make do with what we have..
    God bless you

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  2. This is a beautiful, poetic, heart-breaking and heart-warming piece. Great combination of realism and positive thinking. Thamk you for sharing.

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