one blue cup each
flows easily through her hands
dry river beds
laughter’s pure reflection
sing song they learn A B Cs
so young to be old
internal Acholi’s strength
Nile clouds my vision
If I share a handful of their giggles, would you share a handful of precious water?
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So I was on the road and off grid and am going to play catch up. My theme is still Uganda and most often a tribute to the Acholi tribe of Northern Uganda.
The beginning of the Nile
or so some claim
a harbor for refugees
Jinja is her name
Traffic’s a jam
four hours a mile
in the heart of the Nile
Kampala, her largest city
the cattle don’t know
walk through the middle
cars mingle you know
time on our hands
we shop with our eyes
from jewelry to dead fish
from pearls to swine
my office or yours
junk yard pavilion
car on the second floor
Jinja was the city that many acholi fled to when the north was ravaged by soldiers. Many have not returned to their ancestral land.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
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