Little Unseen

According to the Street Child Project, 10,000 children in Uganda live on the streets. The causes of this vary from abuse, neglect, poverty, displacement, war, peer pressure and orphan-hood. There is much contention in Kampala, the capital city of Uganda and from my observation the hub of the ‘street children’ (UNICEF defines a ‘street child’ in three categories: “street-living children,” “street-working children,” and “street-family children.”) about how best to help the children- giving them handouts on the street? donating money to charity organisations that are able to give more long term solutions to the children? ignoring the children until they get tired of begging (‘working’) and leave the streets? arresting the ‘business men’ who traffic some of the children onto the streets?…I have my own opinion(s) on all this which I may share in another post.

This is a poem I wrote while at university inspired by a girl who looked not older than two, who was begging on Namirembe road, a busy road in Kampala town.


Her outstretched hand was almost unseen
She was so small, so unnoticed
It’s a wonder she was never stepped on
She sat like a little shadow
In the middle of the afternoon hustle
Her sisters would harangue each passerby
Leaving her on that hot concrete
To beg some more
And yawn some more

Once in a while someone would notice
Her small fingers would lightly touch a leg
The surprised face would look down at her
Then the surprised features would wrinkle themselves into disgust
The revolted passerby would brush off the fingers and hurry on
Like her life depended on it
Like the little figure was an ogre
A monster ready to pounce

Once in a while someone would be kind
And drop a silver coin
In the outstretched hand
Before she could blink
The coin would be out and into the hands of one of her siblings
She would start to doze
Her tired hand would start to drop
A rough shove would quickly jolt her
No sleeping on the job!

Is there hope for little Unseen?
Will everyday of her life be like this?
It has been two long years
Two very long years but her life hasn’t even begun.

street child

Speak (A Poem)

Dedicated to girls who use silent treatment to communicate hurt, dedicated to girls who want to be loved but are afraid to let it be known, dedicated to girls who hope their men will guess what they want and are disappointed when they don’t.
If using signs has not worked well for you,consider using words… (written 2009)
Enjoy… 🙂

speak- blog poem

The wind blows and brings no rain
You make promises and run away
You’re like a fleeting thought
A dream difficult to recall
A star that shines brightly
But in a second is covered by a cloud

You’re as slippery as an eel
Unpredictable. Unreadable
I’m filled with uncertainty
Are you happy or sad
Is it something I said or did?
Does this even have anything to do with me?
You’re like a room filled with smoke
Everything is unclear and hazy
You leave my mind fuzzy –with confusion
With questions
Speak out!
Let me know your mind
Use words, be clear
Let me know
I wish you’d be open
Like a cloudless morning
As predictable as the sun’s cycle
So that my heart may be at rest
Knowing your dawn and dusk
Will you please speak?
And do let your words match your actions-
Let them be mirror images
When you say “okay”
Let it be so.

I love you
Stop running
Be true to me
I’m dying to know how to please you
I won’t judge
Please speak.

you are being loved ❤

Sleep (A Poem)

He comes
Yet with no flamboyance
Just friendly calm
He smiles
And you melt like butter
Right into his open arms

He strolls in
At just the right moment,
To save you from your torment
(Or so you think)
With enough charm
He brings with him a box of rest
A bouquet so beautiful
A fragrance drowsing
You know you shouldn’t
But he lulls you
And you abandon yourself into his bosom

Somehow everything else
Can come later
Your medical appointment,
That pending meeting,
The dinner preparatio,ns
That class,
You have to go to work,
You have to pack,
You’ll miss your ride,
You have to read for that test,
You have to make that phone call,
You have a deal worth unbelievable dime,
You are surely going to lose your job this time…

But he is so sweet this Sleep
So totally irresistible
“Let me put my head down for awhile,
I’ll be up in a few”
Sure you will-
He laughs as he hypnotizes you
Sure, you will.