Pathfinder

 

There once was a man
Pathfinder, he was called
Like him, there was none
Dating back to days of old

He wandered the village
Trudged each day with all his might
Witnessed the plunder and pillage
That took many like him overnight

But he walked on and on
Frame bold as the noonday sun
Feet intimate with stone and bone
Mind sharp as the hammer of the gun

This kind of resilience was praised
Only when if it did pay off
It was rare like the dead being raised
Or the president being laid off

And so Pathfinder, he did attract
More for his heart than for his purse
Flocks of ladies sought his contact
This was his blessing and his curse

Because in due time, our dear buddy
Smitten by one of the village belles
Awoke with his judgement rather muddy
After he’d dreamt of wedding bells

Pathfinder asked the dame to tag along
For a great expedition indeed lay ahead
He was glad she didn’t think too long
Her “yes” had him blushing pink and red

He grabbed his load, smiled at blue skies
And they were off to the great adventure
Their bellies danced from the butterflies
BUT
To him without wisdom, do not add venture

For in due time, our traveling couple
Stood still where the road had forked
The paths to take were now a couple
And after a silence, his belle, she talked

“Pathfinder, my love, which do we take?
You told me one leads us to the lake…”
For the trekking had left her with an ache
She longed to rest at the sunny beach deck

Pathfinder stood motionless and mute
As his lady gently requested for attention
His now-confused mind tried to compute
But it brought about nothing but tension

“Pathfinder, you man, which do we take?
You told me one leads us to the lake..?”
By now, she’d had it up-to her neck
And calmness, she could no-longer fake

“I do not know what path to follow
I do not know what road to take
Inside, I am empty and hollow
I think this was all a mistake…

Oh, village belle,

…Return at once to your father
And forget me like a bad dream
For I was never the Pathfinder
I, too, am searching for Him”

Ravines and Redemption

 

The falls, they are many
The falls, they are great
The falls, they hurt
The falls, they break

The wounds, they are heavy
The scrapes, oh they ache
The fractures, the fractures
They bind us to our beds

The hearts, they are broken
The pieces, they are stomped
The hopes, they are sprinkled
Upon the fieriest of coals

We have mourned the journey
We have cursed the ravine
But what shall heal you, honey?
Kisses or Medicine?

Dear Theodosia

 

Dear Theodosia
What to say to you
I’d walk a mile
For your grin hits me anew

When you smile
My ego dies
My heart is trapped
In the wrinkles of your eyes

You have come of age
Before our nation
We’ll bleed and fight with you
We’ll make it right with you

When we lay
a strong enough foundation
We’ll pass it on with you,
Heal Uganda with you
And you’ll blow us all away
Some day
Some day

Yea, you’ll blow us all away
Some day
Some day.

Oh Philipa,
When you twirl,
I am a mess,
You, in that dress

To compliment your beauty
Is to fall down to my knees
And worship God above
Who calls you His

If I could name your smile
I’d name her “Hope”
She helps me cope

Did God on high
Confide His plan for earth
To only you
That confidence you birth
Is something new

My father was (ish) around
(My father was (ish) around)
I’ll try my best to be there for you
I’ll try whatever it takes
(I’ll make a million mistakes)
I’ll help you steward your grace for Truth

You have come of age
Before our nation
We’ll bleed and fight with you
We’ll make it right with you

When we lay
a strong enough foundation
We’ll pass it on with you,
Heal Uganda with you
And you’ll blow us all away,
Some day
Some day

Yea, you’ll blow us all away
Some day
Some day.

 

Adapted from the song “Dear Theodosia” off the Hamilton Broadway Musical
Featured image: Jamila Woods

I envy you

 

There are times I envy you.

You rest so peacefully.

You don’t wear a smile anymore

But that’s only because

Your joy is now complete

 

There are days I wish I were you

Well, were where you are

The text paints a picture of peace, and

Experience sneaks me in for a glimpse

I ache from the disconnect

 

Tumwe, mwana, simanyi

Ebya wano bikooya

Obukoowu buntuuse mu magumba

Obunafu gwe musaayi gwange

Nalabye omuzira mummy e’jjo

Nze n’agogera nga sigalina

Naye yanyanirizza nnyo

Yanfumise n’essanyu. Mugumu.

Kyoka nga nze, empewo nga yendagirira

Tumwe, mwana, sikyamanyi

 

Omugezi wange, Nev, binsobedde

Kale manyi nti amaanyi si gange

Naye neetamye, nze nga nze

Ela wano wendi, mpulira nzigwedemu

Wakyiri singa mbade mwesiga

Okusinga ko wano wendi

Mwana omuntu atalabika-labika

Muzibu wa kukilirizaamu

Omugezi wange, Nev, binsobedde

 

Eyatonda byona n’agamba nti

Ekisa kyange kikumala,

Era obusobozi bw’amaanyi gange

Osinga bulaba mu bunafu bwo

 

Tolimbye, nanyini nsi,

Nze nsaba busabi butandeka,

‘Kuba, guno omulimu gwewampadde

Sigusobola nga toliiwo awo nange

 

Ntaasa, nanyini bulamu

Ntaasa, mukama wa byona

Ntaasa, nze ekisooto obusooto

Kyewawa omukka, n’omwana wo

Kyewanunula mu bulamu namaddala

Ntaasa, gwe mubuumbi wange

Eyasoka wo, ali ne kaakano, era alibeera wo

Lubeerera na Lubeerera,

Taata.

Nyweza.

Behind those glasses

 

Your hair is as the cascading strands
Of the Sezibwa falls
Leaping majestically
Frozen dramatically in time
As they whisper about so eloquently
Around your ki-nice head
But
What are you hiding
Behind those glasses?

Your ka-nose is like mine
Getting it right on the first try
Doing the arm’s work with a pinky
This might not be Las Vegas but
I’m sure Michael would NV it
It’s annoying how well
It fits on your ka-dope face
But I digress
What are you hiding
Behind those glasses?

Your tu-lips are stressful
I once stole your photo from Facebook
because of your lips.
At the time, I didn’t even know it was you
I was intrigued by their appearance
The way I am intrigued by excellent art
I really want to feel them
In a very very very platonic way
But for real
What are you hiding
Behind those glasses?

Your eyes. They’re a mystery.
Those windows to your soul
Are made of stained glass
I tried to peep inside you that day
When we met
But all I saw was
A whole lot of color
A whole lot of quirks
And for the answers I sought
You left me with
A whole lot of questions
Chief among which is

What are you hiding
Behind those glasses?

He looks so good

 

And
He smells like the clouds.
Everytime He looked at me
I felt honored
to have had his attention

I knew he wasn’t mine
From the moment I saw him
But that did not stop my heart
From wandering to his hands

His beautiful hands
that reached out for me
Everytime we hugged
Although I must admit
I did most of the hugging

When he was with another
I was comfortable with mediocrity
But every time we were together
I couldn’t help but notice
How perfect he is.

I have photos of us
Photos that captured
Smiles but not joy
Embraces but not love
Proximity but not intimacy

Photos that captured
Time but not moments
Expressions but not emotions
Good but not God

He looks so Good
He looks so God

 

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
Psalms 127:3 (NKJV)

For since the creation of the world, His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse
Romans 1:20 (NKJV)