The majestic mighty Mount. Elgon serves as a back drop
And I can literally hear & feel my heart rate drop
As I get closer to home, to where I’m from
I’m talkin' about the little Mbale town…
A welcome nothing short of warm
That undeniable feeling upon reaching home
As if a thief, it’s a thick yet very light and strong whiff
I’m welcomed by a familiar smell of dust, it’s sweet but brief…
Everyone in town is my relative of sorts
But I’m feeling like a tourist of sorts
In a sense it’s these trips I live for
I know I have been here before…
Save for the warm greeting by the dust
My eyes are kissed by signposts starting to rust
A beautiful mid-day sky is supposed to be clear and blue
But it’s banana’s out here, believe me you, this heat talks to you…
Yes, it’s that kind of heat you can hear
Even the afternoon Kampala Sun can’t compare
I am sweating, perspiring & panting through every hole
But I kind of like it, I can take it, in fact, I don’t even mind at all…
The entire town is or seems to be a site under construction
But still by me, it’s such a beautiful work of destruction
Every road is being re-done, I’m loving the plan
In nothing but shorts, all stars, a waist coat and a vest
My body, mind & spirit are home. Behold, my heart’s at rest…
By
Th’ KlaFella™
Kidron Nabende Googo (facebook.com/TheKlaFella | theklafella.tumblr.com)
