I will not ask for rosesI grow those I will not ask for chocolateI am watching my waistline I will not ask for anything redIt may get us beaten I will ask for you, OkelloYou is all I want this 14th You make my heartbeat riseLike the hills of Paidha
Dearest Awobi I have been meaning to tell youNi adegi cuna WhatsAppThis wooing on WhatsApp, I dislikeWoo me properly like our forefathers wooed our mothersFind me at the market squarePretend to forcefully take a handkerchief from meTake my sweater evenGrab my hand or corner me by the roadsideMurmur words that only you and I can …
SometimesYou and I, OkelloAre like downtown KampalaOn a sunny Saturday3 days to a school term opening Pandemonium! We become a din of madnessOne nice chaos to another bad oneStubbornly unwilling to sail acrossThe hordes of peopleTo the sea of forgiveness Yet We weave our way through somehowPlant our feet firmly on the groundAnd walk through …
They say leave the men aloneKong iywer manokTake a breakKeep your knees togetherCoo abar wicMen come like a gigantic headache, a continuous migraineHe is not different from the othersLaco ni maro mon tutwalHe is a playerHe loves too many womenHe is Casanova all the way through to CasablancaThey’re from the same fabricThe same tailor crafted …