Abiney Kitooke Writings

NOW THAT YOU KNOW ME FULLY Now that you know me fully Why discuss my secrets To only one person? Know this, please: I am wide. For this reason, I fear You might burst at long last If you keep my story to yourself; You might burn to ashes If you don't let go of it. Please go on with the project. But One customer is not enough. Why? You won't enjoy Me to the fullest. Besides, Other people too have ears. Go arrange a conference And explain Me to the people. If you can't manage a crowd Of tens of thousands of people You'll invade one busy street And talk Me to the people. Talk to pedestrians one by one— Whoever passes has an ear. Or if you're too shy, woman, To speak as you look at your audience Compose and record a radio advert Release it to all the radio stations Found in the immediate world (I'll help do the marketing part of it); Use any language you think Will entirely describe who Me is So your audience won't have Any stone left unturned. Now that you know...

GOALKEEPER You joined us in the last days of January Some good years ago, say over three decades Your departure left the other team in fury That even after thirty years their joy still fades; Your arrival however made our team too merry As we hoped for a shift from tails to heads. You had a fertile beginning, just like loam Your story's been told since you were eighteen Too many medals you've been taking home Man of the match for years you've been You've been to cities larger than Rome So all your riches all of us have seen. It's bad news you once ignored a landing ball Were you anger-driven since defenders were few, Or you assert you just weren't strategically tall? Well, many of us saw in you a pretending Jew; We admitted their goal and mourned our fall Though we kept quiet, for to us you were new. When bit by bit your performance deteriorated We trained your counterpart in the Second Eleven Knowing fully that you'd one day get exhausted And need a substit...

NSIYALEETA He could earn his living by fixing Whatever went wrong, preferably Used-up latrines, broken walls and dysfunctional pool tables. Nsiyaleeta would occasionally peep through Mawejje's latrine hole To check the depth there remained So he would predict when to drill a new pit for him He did this as frequently as his poverty pressed him; One doomed evening as he risked His wide nose against the all-pervading miasma To face the familiar hole with accustomed eyesight, Mawejje appeared, club in hand, and barked at him— The former no longer needed the latter He had had an alternative, it was said That he had in the morning hired a septage technician Whose vacuum truck drained the excrement away So my poor Nsi had no job this time! Vexed, Nsi ran into Kasumba's close Tarrying between the verandahs of that great mogul To check for crevices in the walls; An askari appeared, gun in hand, and barked at him— The former no longer needed the latter He had had an alternative, it was s...