Maj (Rtd) Kanuti Akorimo, must be seated somewhere,
On an evening under a thirsty mango tree
And an anger-stricken fading sunshine.
He must be puffing at his favorite tobacco stick
And laughing at the poor Ugandans till today.
Where are the remains of Jack?
Where are the remains of Jack?
Dr Apollo Milton Obote is presiding over from the State house
Drinking from his favorite IBEACO tonic and gin
And laughing at the poor Ugandans till today.
Jack is still erected
Jack is still erected.
Enjoying his pleasure and coming everyday.
1/01 ..The future belonged to them before it belonged to us.
In-fact, it was knit to suit their ego-centric and capitalistic pursuits
With multi-faceted militaristic forms of education
To infuse a mind of inferiority as a way of life.
To diffuse the organic knowledge with concoctions of malice.
Teaching how to read and write, with greed dressed as a human right.
The whole system was choreographed to rob us.
Rob us of an identity, with cherry-merry indemnities as baits
Strip us naked and lure us into a political hegemony
That is seen in periscopes of foreigner-ship and refugee-ship
Doodling superiority complexities, to kiss their fat butts for survival.
Dr Apollo Milton Obote is presiding over from the State house
Drinking from his favorite IBEACO tonic and gin
And laughing at the poor Ugandans till today.
Jack is still erected
Jack is still erected.
Enjoying his pleasure and coming every day.
1/002..We must be independent
We must be celebrating it.
We must fill up bars and drink to the brim.
Drink to chill and wallow in shallow thoughts of Uganda tomorrow
Dance on the tunes of today’s bills that redefine sorrow(ful) tunes in our ears
Nurturing hate among citizens, breeding a genocide as safety to cross over to other side
Germinating tribal conflicts on boundaries theft seeding from nepotism
Patriotism remaining a sinister theory wrapped in old newspapers,
Reading, “The Headline that Morning”
We must be independent…
To constipate on yellow feeds
To intoxicate on yellow drinks
To malnourish on yellow meat
To diarrhea on yellow literature
To dumb on yellow wit and news.
and fart yellow.
Yessssssssss! We must celebrate it.
Maj (Rtd) Kanuti Akorimo, must be seated somewhere,
On an evening under a thirsty mango tree
And an anger-stricken fading sunshine.
He must be puffing at his favorite tobacco stick
And laughing at the poor Ugandans till today.
Where are the remains of Jack?
Where are the remains of Jack?
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