The other day,
A man walked down the next street trying to cross the road
I heard him say, "abaana bananywa obujji"
I couldn't laugh at the
Seeing a smart grown up man with sweat all over his face
I guess he had moved a long distance from work where he sought for what he could bring back as his daily toil in a black polythene bag that, didn't work out that day.
I'm trying to figure out
How blood was moving rapidly in his veins like waterfalls
only to fulfill a statement;
that a man shall eat out of his toils
remember
he's not...