splinters and logs


My pastor is the best
My pastor is the best
My pastor, quite frankly
is better than the rest

His mic is at his chest
Gosh, he has the biggest pects!
Preaching healing laced with jest,
He reads the scripture with nice spects


My president is the best
My president is the best
My president, quite frankly
is better than the rest

His hat on his head mind
A wiser grandpa, none can find
His heart is on his sleeve
He even lets his captives live


My opinion is modest
My opinion is modest
My opinion, quite frankly
is modesty at its best

I’m impartial when I judge
On my beliefs, I’d never budge
I’d never steal, come rain or sun
Maybe to feed my wife and son

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?

Injustice: Gods Among Us (Year 1)


A seed must die for the plant to grow.

Times come when difficult decisions must be made. Injustice shows that these times are usually triggered by small but significant changes in the characters.

After Superman kills his pregnant fiancé, Lois, under the influence of the Joker’s concoction of Scarecrow’s hallucinating gas and stolen Kryptonite, the man of Steel becomes a thundering bowl of clouded judgement, vengeance, and sentiment-driven reaction (which later gets a support system to form it into a twisted form of pro-action).

The seeds are two. The first is the one of unforgiveness – planted when Superman declines every opportunity to “step back” and grieve. The second is myopic decision-making that is rooted in narcissistic altruism(more on this later) but manifests itself as a mockery of the very values it espouses.


Conflict of worldviews

The rift between the two (growing) teams in Injustice stems from a conflict between the two ‘main’ characters of Year 1; Superman and Batman. The issue of contention is the handling of evil and its doers.

Superman (now) believes that the flame of evil must be snuffed out once and for all before it becomes a roaring blaze. He will, for a brief moment, bask in the wafts of a flickering candle flame before plunging it into the dark and frigid depths of the waters.

Batman believes in managing the flame – not blowing it out completely. He contends that no candle has the right to snuff out another – regardless of the danger the misguided or ill-willed candle might be putting the entire house in.


Selfishness and Self-serving altruism

The bulk of human decisions are taken purely because we believe they are the most correct. These decisions are founded on narcissistic altruism at best and selfishness at worst. They inevitably serve the majority at best and only the decision-maker at worst but one thing is clear – the decision-maker will always benefit, whether it be in drops or in torrents.


Leadership and Serving Team

There are at least two leadership styles that manifest in the events that unfold, particularly after the rift causes people to team up based on their inclinations and/or allegiances.

On the one hand, Superman is the benevolent dictator – transparent, listening, and firm on his choices once he eventually gets around to making them.

On the other hand, Batman is the sociopathic commander – secretive, calculating, and moves with a combination of speed and accuracy.


Collateral damage

Both team leaders are not swayed by collateral damage. The assumption is “This is war, and if you’re not prepared to give your life, go back home and tend to your soon-to-be-dead family.” Superman takes fellow heroes’ lives ‘for the greater good’ and Batman sticks to playing chess while his antagonists prance about with the reckless abandon of checkers. The stakes are high and the losses are real – sometimes even heartbreaking.

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

it’s hot


It’s hot beyond the door.

stay inside and close the door

light outside belts out a tune

sandy dune gets up mid-June


The sand screams

the sand storms out – no sunscreen.


The sun screams

melts their ice cream

the sand’s cream-hater

the sand’s cremator


the sand’ll scream later

first, find a friggid shelter

save sloppy sand from the swelter

that dire dune that’s dad’s delta


here comes the icecream man

his van iller than the sun’s sucker straw

berry allen couldn’t scoop sand up that chap

raisin the bar. board early, chalk-o-late. take notes

as the cone man’s car-a-more with guts

scoops up the Coco gnats – the sand is nuts

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,



Damsel in Distress

When you’re a Damsel in Distress,
Your biggest challenges are these;
Trusting that your Knight in shining armor will fight for you,
And that he will return to you victorious at the end of it all.

Your biggest itch is this;
that if you could fight, you would “help Him out”.
Afterall, two fighters are better than one.

But, if we’re being entirely honest,
the Damsel in Distress longs to fight like her Knight because
Deep in her heart,
she desires to depend on nobody but herself for life.
This reliance on her Knight is a weakness in her eyes and a flaw in her design.
True independence / autonomy, she tells herself, is not in the sharing of roles,
but in becoming single-handedly able to fulfill all the roles.
That way, she ensures that she relies on / needs nobody else for sustenance but herself.

In, that, her ideal place,
Everyone is welcome
And But
Everyone is disposable
The day she loses interest in them,
or their usefulness to her comes to an end,
she discards them.

Deep inside,
she desires to be her own Knight.
she desires to be her own Savior.
Deep inside,
she desires to be God.

this is part of a conversation I had with the p0et in 2017