[..] rains unrelenting
over the ceiling,
on the window;
in all this water
drown your eyes.
O’ peace,
where have you gone?
[..] And you were naked before me, Ochún.
Your back arched, your breasts
poised, your waist so supple,
your mouth moist, can you see? You sing.
I admired you from behind the foliage,
but from the corner of your eye perhaps
you saw me because you dived
suddenly into the deep waters
During the reign of Suna (the king who preceded Mutesa) he was visited by some Arabs: Medi Abraham (trader from Zamzibar). Kyera, Amulain, Mina, Katukula Mungazik and ZIgeya Mubulusi. Of these, he liked Medi Abraham best, and gave him many presents such as ivory, women and slaves.
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[..] See? You fall and confuse,
your reality exceeds
my imagination
and you confuse my smiles,
my memories and all my
gestures
[..] Where are you, Poet?
Where do you dream? Where do you sing?
Have you and your lyrical lines
lost your path
and direction?
[..] I was used to walking alone
and would never have expected to meet.
[..] She never lifts that veil from her face
hiding one part
and laughing with the other close to us.
[..] Everything rains.
Be them certainties or glorious charms
or vibrant leaves or scattered kisses,
from our faces everything flies away.
[..] you squeezed them bitterly,
the pillow was the pot,
your thoughts the sugar,
a forgotten treat,
but I discovered everything
[..] Fall, now you are here.
Through your branches, some of them bare,
gently blows a lively change.