My Wife, My Life.

You're no less than a princess to me,
A crown on my head,
You fill my life with happiness, wife,
I depend on your advice for every step I'm to take in life,
You always hold my hand and lead me forward,
You're another gem of my life
I will always treasure.

Day by day, months pass by,
Time after time, years go by
But still, you hold on me,
With a lot of arguments and pressure,
You loved me!
You're a wonderful soul mate,
Our relationship has been enduring,
You've been inspiring,
With a lot of loyalty which is unflinching,

You've been an amazing wife
With undying love,
No matter how many times I have said;
I don't love you, I hate you,
You have never changed the course,
Our relationship is a parody,
You loved me when I hate and hurt you most,
I owe you a lot.

Your existence will always be the best influence
I needed in a wife for  the best significance
Happy belated birthday my wife.
I love you.

PRAY FOR UGANDA

I raise my prayers as we who lives in a torpsy-turvy uganda
Reaching out my Duas
The deceased heeds;
Finding a home in heaven
As we find peace and fair elections
And meeting our needs.

Together touching each others' lives,
Showing the love of humanity
And togetherness forever
Together we pray
We get change worth the price
Of that the perished
Will never demand.

Our freedom has been bought at the terribly price of lives
Of countless civilians,
The poor locals
That sank in the voyage of our nation,
I pray Allah bless our noble Uganda
The pearl of Africa
Where brave war-chest chose
The way of voting
To win their ownership from the colonialists
I pray we preserve our purity
Our zest for life and jollity.

I pray, O' Allah,
Mend our noble nation,
Bless our old and young generations,
Leer them to walk in harmony
To build a stronger Uganda
Not on the tribe, religion nor the stammer in my speech
But On For God and my country,
We Care.

RETROSPECT FOR LIFE

If you had good intentions
Why you did never
Carry a condom,
The happiness of live sex
Is pregnancy
When it was played safe.

'Cause people ain't ready
To talk about the STIs,
The STIs does not only destroy
Your body,
But can also destroy your minds.

The one can have you
Scratching, punching and wrecking your brains,
No reminiscences but only fear, regrets and questions;
Was I not good for her
That is why she served me
A rotten Vagina?
Or was I not a proper man
To watch the visions in her eyes?

I Wish, I listened more to the bubbling, and thumps
Of her Vagina, Her heartbeats,
I wouldn't dance the flamingo.
I wish I could listen to her more often,
Realize her views
When she said; My body is my temple,
Cum in safe....
But then, deception buried preception into questions;
Was she clean like a temple
Or she lied and layed her legs to me
And she liked someone else?

He said;
I looked into mother's stomach,
I wonder if you are a boy or a girl!
Turning this woman's womb into a tomb,
But she and I agree,
A sees we don't need
You would have been much more than a mouth to feed,
But someone I would have fed this information
I read,
To someone my life for you
I would have had to leave,
Instead I led you to death.

She lived.

She was organised and devised,
Coincided with double lives,
She lived her life and for his son,
Survived on her deviled, belittled and she was manipulated,
Life! she owned everything and anything this world
Could give, sacrifice and dedicate,
Her life!

She walked in uglinessly and tears
But never hold back to tear her single kitenge,
Keep me warm and firm,
With every broken moments,
They were a potent symbol, she lived,
Never gave up on who she nurtured me to be,
Her cautiousness and directions
Glimpses and paves my way forward.

She never got  out the house
But she lived everywhere
And witnessed the world
Foaming in and out like waves
On the ocean,
Saw many different people,
Of different natures,
They were all totally different.

She was curious,
Liked the smell of old books
And the woods,
Kept the woulds, I will make it,
Go out and find the world
She never lived
Write the books she didn't smell,
Tell her stories,
She is but never narrated.

She lived an ordinary African wife,
Never knew about
Whats App, Fb, Viber,
Instagram, BBM,
Conversely she lived out this invention,
Invested in me, paid my tuition
And every moment xpects the dividends,
For every moment she lost, sacrificed,
Still she was proud
Seeing me flourishing.

She understood sth,
Her nudity was for her husband
Not for the band and fun,
Not for the money
Still and all she lived broke,
She never broke her ass-out in pleasure
For mulo
Secreted the African morals,
For the daughters tomorrow,
She lived a moral poem.

Her name is my mama.

Disappointed.

" Though they got spoiled within my absence but I still feel that I'd a role in their addiction, I'm remorse, I was here not taking any action ".

They said all the nasty you ever and never heard of, snorted opiates, and they thought that is the streetfame they're killing it. I started to feel and see my long time friends, the kids we grew up together rotting and turning to be wrong time friends.

My heart sank in pain and their's in hatred, I knew I wasn't true, when I dropped out of college I just relieved I was alone and sad, really sad, I was DISAPPOINTED, but I wanted them back.

" sharing is caring, we are social ." If you ever cared about any of the addicts,
SHARE, LIKE AND COMMENT.

When I dropped out of college
I thought it was my eternity, and
Lost hope for whatever it was for the morrow
And my homies kept stooping
Away, from the truth to our destiny
And what a bloke like I to do
When homies are rotting and, darkening the future?

I wasn't that disappointed  untill these wrong time friends,
Got started on grass, like goats,
With green dental, adopted by the street fame,
Xposed dirty, and
In the clouds you inhale you lost focus,
You can't see patience is a virtue
Take my time worthy it,
Sanitize your archaic.

Notice how paranoid this got you,
Can't make you levitate,
But boring holes around your heart,
Your lungs, your brain,
And at the back of your mind,
You are tripping a savage,
Held in the midst of delusion and confusion,
Your little imagination is your limitation,
I am so disappointed,
You seeing this as Sci-Fi.
©Kiyaga Lyttle Cephas 2013

Reality

Truth is i am facing my reality that's
Why I am not lookin into the
mirrors,
I face my reality, perfection,
I cast against my yesterday deeds,
And that humble stage will be mine,
By the whims of fate, and time,
To roles of both success and happy
Energies.
However this daily annoyance
stands
Courageously reborn and sworn
To conquer its dreams and
War held as a promise to achieve.
I am not a drinker, but a great
thinker,
But if you think so, fill my drink up,
I don't wanna get sober,
"Perfection is achieved not when
there is
Nothing more to add, but when
There is nothing left to take away".
I have been a part of what all I met,
With my mouth I will greatly extol
The almighty; in the throng I will
praise him,
For your understanding of my
penmanship,
Its no wonder how I cant go to
sleep,
Just another pill to see how
My words arouses on you all
Whenever I stare through the
windows
Of this life,
Its the world heave onto my
shoulder
Breaking me into tears
And at times I feel like giving upon
it,
But, howabout those whom I
epitomise?
If I could, I would outstrech my
hand,
Though my hands are prickling,
But still, I can't startled the earth
down on you,
So, so combative til my last
'Cuz I got nowhere to hide you
From the reality, rather face it.
©Kiyaga Lyttle Cephas 2013

Myself, My Father, And My Son

For being a good friend, thank you,
I'd never knew that you're my horse
To ride on, and to look out on the
world
When I was desguised with the
mohawk,
Tryna walk the walk and talk that
talk
You see through my desguise,
You did never let me be that
ordinary man.
For the knowledge you instilled in
me,
Now I'm filling out some paperwork,
I search within myself to find
A way to put a blame, and queries
on you.
When I was a toddler and I didn't.
Did you ever realise, how much I
love you?
And the though of losing you
Brings tears into my eyes?
Though you taught me real men
don't cry,
It so hard for me to hold it back.
There are special people around
the world,
We are so special in this world.
Its hard for them to understand
The bond betwixt I and U,
Is what deepens our connection
In I, myself, My father and My son.
This is happy fathers' day.
Thank you, you dedicated me your
life
My mentor, the greatest teacher
I ever had,
Aint enough to put into a poem,
I just wish I could, make you
eminently
Proud of me.
©Kiyaga Lyttle Cephas, 2013