BEINOMUGISHA FREDRICK

BEINOMUGISHA FREDRICK

THE AFRICAN DREAM

As Africa re-defines its story to newly live

The sun will rise from beneath the sky

To caress Africa from its past cries

The rainbow will protect us from above

As Africa shines for the world to witness

With colors of emotions flowing in harmony

The Giraffe will stand on its height

With big long neck over any wall

As Africa stands tall

When all others fall

The Lion will stand firm on its feet

Allocate, relocate any where it can fit

With a soft heart that cannot hurt

As Africa binds together at heart

Beyond where any dirt can touch

Then will come this life we used to read in books

Timed smokeless cookers – no need of cooks

Posh cars, once for only stars will be our cars to vroom

Real schools, with cool stools will be our schools for our children to school.

As Africa shines and reigns without looking back

To the footprints of our tracks that left us with scars

AFRICA AS FORETOLD

By our grandfathers

Whose bones are now old

The story was told

That the Africa that awaited

Was not the one born

But something to be created

Remolded and re-patterned

With a glass to be wrapped

And in the air to be placed.

That, its shear

On its downfall

Would be blamed on itself

Cracking its own shelf

As it staggers in blinding darkness

Of extreme shyness

And acted weakness

The dangers that were foretold

In the story that was told

By our grandfathers that were bullied

Are here now with us today

On our shoulders to hold

The story was told

That diseases will torment the land

To be manufactured in the lab

Injected in Africa at large

The story was told

That poverty will torture the land

Designed with hard words to understand

Inflation is in Africa at large

The story was told

That mankind will not spare Africa’s kindness

The affectionate and tender Africa

Will be a malevolent Africa

That the storms will rise

Over Africa to traumatize

Darkness will cover the land

And crops wither in the sand

Heroes will surmise

As they try to rise.

The story was told

That our leaders will be the destroyer’s slaves

And rule their fellows with blows

The destroyer will keep us at watch

With his metallic birds in the airbase

Watching us burn in the firebase

Enclosed in a metal case

That whoever cannot endure

Opts for an everlasting rest

As the story was foretold.

THE AFRICA WE MISS

Bout - Combat

With absence of fury

But with presence of passion

Between two traditional men

Fighting with caution

Within environs of fire

And clansmen that cheer

Grandpa - Grandson

Sitting around a striking glow

Monitoring children as they grow

With the folk tales,

Obscenities that are smoothly pronounced

Tarradiddles and all the riddles

Armoring the future

Against evils of the future

Peaceful moonlight

Eight O'clock at night

Comes this social event

Each age group sitting in a circle

Attacking the meal from every angle

Remember;

There is a unique sitting style

That no one can defile

And only the right hand

To transport the load.

THE CHILD OF MOTHER AFRICA

Why do you want to make me cry?

When I look back in your childhood

And compare the naivety

Of your then ignorance

With the guilt

Of your today’s adolescence

Your mother you make cry

You know for you she tries

And the unreliable crop she grows

Even though sometimes school fees delays

But all this you cannot imagine

And your torn future you combine

Do you have a vision child?

I mean a desired perception

An aspiration to ween

A lawyer, speaks good English

An engineer must know Physics

A teacher likes school

And doctorship is not in you

But all this you cannot imagine

And your torn future you combine

Why do you plant thorns in your life?

With sharp spines through your flesh

The sun is about to set

And hope is fading away with no trace

But all this, still you cannot imagine

And your torn future you combine.

AFRICAN LEADERS

We no cry for bread

Nor these poor roads

We cry for the tilt in their dreams

When they were still useful in their youthfulness

Their descendants were pastoralists

A profession they rejected and opted for patriotism

And now why drop the initial dream?

To cover it with this cream

Patripassians is now what they are

Monarchianism is what has covered what they were

They are now ravenous as leopards

Enrich day by day with smart pads

Yet pitiable school girls do not have sanitary pads

They sow seeds of confusion

To rule us with division

Service delivery is not lively

When it is, is like the biological diffusion

They are the regions of high concentration

We are the regions of low concentration..

BEINOMUGISHA FREDRICK

BEINOMUGISHA FREDRICK, is a critical and radical poet, aged 22 years, from Western Uganda in the district of Rubirizi, Bunyaruguru. A student in his 2nd year at KAMPALA INTERNATIONAL UNIVERSITY-WC pursuing a bachelor's degree in Information Technology.