Drunk Me

       

        Your Mother's Prayer

This woman that carried him nine months 

Prays touching his head softly,

May you never travel when the road is hungry

And may you pray the same for your children.

Amen! He shouts joyously 

Filled with the holy spirit laid upon him

By his earthly parent, Sylvester Kyagulanyi 

Sang of "Omuzadde Katonda wa Kunsi'', he knew why.

She literally blessed all his journeys 

And those of her unseen grandchildren.

Such an immense show of love for generations,

What more can he ask from the Lord?

His parents wish him well just like yours

And pray for him in all ways just like yours,

But the condition for such a prayer to happen 

Stems from total respect for them and their say.

                  

          A Cat In Gloves

With the way things go on 

In this country

You needn't be a cat in gloves

You will catch no mice.

You need to change horses in midstream 

Or else success will take donkey years

Avoid being a copycat 

And involving in cock and bull stories.

Desist being a cry wolf 

Or you will go to the dogs.

Hit the bull's eye

And you will have a whale of a time.

        Favored Bastards 

On my bed facing the ceiling 

I pray to the Almighty 

For forgiveness of my terrible sins

He watches from his seat in silence.

As I elaborate my weaknesses and cry out

In a humble obedient manner, he smiles

Knowing I am truly his own

And blesses me in all possible uncountable ways.

The other day he blessed me with life

When I didn't know I was to live

And has gone ahead to bless me with twenties 

Yet some he grabs before even one, favored!

I ask for wisdom and knowledge 

Like David's son King Solomon 

Favored yet he was a child of sin

As the wedded claim, did David wed Bathsheba?

I am sorry Lord, for questioning your plans

But they should know that even out of wedlock 

You can still favor bastards like us.

We are called favored children of sin, praise God!

           Divine Purpose

The sooty saucepan

Has kissed the terrible fire 

For a decade or more

And is never afraid of any fires.

The sooty saucepan being strong,

Durable and made from aluminum 

Has stayed his legacy

Without being shaken by small fires.

Loved for cooking the best dishes,

Praised for keeping it cool all this time,

They don't know hardships he has undergone,

Romantically he still kisses the fire .

The sooty saucepan kisses the fire

Enduring the excruciating pain

To make his master enjoy a savory meal

Yet the master gives him no rest.

Tortured but calm, he agonizes in silence 

And waits in hope for the better 

But realizes that he is hopeless 

And may never be considered after all.

With rage, he bursts his bosom stubbornly

Yet the rude master still needs his services,

For mending he is taken to the blacksmith

Who still uses the savage heat to mend the tired soul.

Back to his divine purpose

The sooty saucepan comes in the know

That he'll always kiss the merciless fire in this life 

To fulfill his purpose of creation.

                         Vincent Wonabadi