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People Watching Rumbling,

One Cold Evening

He stands at the taxi stage, hands in his pockets. Looking at nothing in particular The taxi touts seem to have given up on him. Oyo alabika ali kubibye, they must be thinking So they scramble for the other passengers, leaving him be He seems to be deep in thought. I wonder what he’s thinking about Is he trying to solve the equation that is life? Is he thinking about his bad day at the office? Does he work at an office? Maybe he could be wondering whether his rolex guy is still at his mudaala.

Rumbling,

Lost Marbles?

He said I lost all my marbles I started to cry, Really weep As I remembered the marbles I owned as a tot. I wondered how he knew Perhaps he was a clairvoyant. No, he definitely was a psychic Oh, but those marbles Red, white, blue and yellow, they were. Their colours reminded me of Superman Or rather Supergirl -because, feminism (duh!) oh my marbles. One by one they disappeared… Lost forever in the dusty meadows of Soroti

Crush Muse Rumbling, Tublogginge

Day Four: Musings

8:00am It has been brought to my attention that my fiction has been rather dark lately, between evil Boris Kodjoe lookalike, Mr.Asiimwe and the dead Kenneth, its all gloom and doom. So today I’ll take a break from the story with no fitting title and write something light……I think. Something with rainbows and daisies and unicorns and a happy ending. Atleast. Today. Well……………

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