Sometimes
You and I, Okello
Are like downtown Kampala
On a sunny Saturday
3 days to a school term opening
Pandemonium!
We become a din of madness
One nice chaos to another bad one
Stubbornly unwilling to sail across
The hordes of people
To the sea of forgiveness
Yet
We weave our way through somehow
Plant our feet firmly on the ground
And walk through the craziness
To what we seek
To what we are
To what we need
To the us we see
To what we want to be
We find us
Ourselves
Chaos
