If you were Uganda’s potholes,
My love would be the stagnant waters filled in you.
I would plant suckers of my love in you.
I would be glad that all drivers dodge you-
You would never be hurt by their four wheels.
If you were Uganda’s potholes,
I would let you be filled with mukoka
So I could fish the tastiest tilapia
And draw gallons of intimacy to quench my thirst.
If you were Uganda’s potholes,
I wouldn’t advocate that you be covered up with tarmac
As Im not strong enough to miss feasting my eyes your beauty.
I would lock up the blind lunatics
Who want you marred with that black stuff
If you were Uganda’s potholes,
I would love you against my people’s will
To hell, I would send the pigs who wish us not well-
Only if you were Uganda’s potholes…!
Nagwere Gerald