Tuesday, August 11, 2009



the dusky, orangey, sun splashed feel of evening,

a rowdy, bustling, bursting Kampala downtown

when the cars are many and thick,

streets traffic jammed, the cars

sandwiched, packed between the

jostling, joisting, pushing pulling crowds.

Sweet confusion sour.

tired faces, a long day’s work worn

a longer, stress filled packed journey expectant

homewards, outwards, out of town

to the leafy, dusty, peopled suburbs that we call home.

©GayUganda 10 August 2009

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