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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Wednesday, 21 November 2018

Bakuseka maja

Bakuseka  maja 

Kiboneh, woooh, ekyo kisobola ensi ekyo? 
Kinairah nabiki? Kubugayavu obukidwireh? 
Kibumba agaba emikisa ayeh wooh ekyo yakibuka! 


Mama nsaba  onsoniweh, olugendo lwensazewo, 
Onendeza birungi ayeh oidwireh kwelalikra, 
Omusango gwabakireh batwendeza birungi, 
Ayeh nga Mama nairah wa nga niweh gwensigaiza, 
Banseka maja tikabona ni jenja 

Baba nkukutira nyenda owulileh ensonga, 
Ensi eno eyakibumba eja yakyuka kyuka, 
Emyaka jaimweh jijo jilumwikeh embiro, 
Jyobireh nga olipambana  zena mbaireh ndoto, 
Tyenze kulekera ayeh wakiri mpa akadakikah, 
Nku lileh lileh mu nkunumizeh ebyakivubuka 
Ndidi emyaka tijenkanakana ayeh kangema engomo, 
Nsiba wo nga kinaana woba tokineh kukeesa, 
Olugero olwo nalwnokwikiri gwoli wererah, 
nkoye nga niinda baba, natndiseh olugendo, 
Kabansekeh maja ayeh ndi mwana wa kibumba.

Aboluganda no mukwano ndidi mbatamiza, 
Mbasabiriza mubwavu; ayeh nga siima, 
Kangaiteh gaiteh wo mpola kibumba natuwa, 
Abawaireh omugaso ewange timundekelerah, 
Nefuireh wa lutalo ayeh timwerabira eisuubi,
kemubairehwo nga mum' mbeda mbendeza birungi, 
Kanongereh mu amaani, tulirah kundala, 
Jebutaluka eyo emberi tomana emberah wekyuka, 
Buti luno olwange timunseka maja

Ajar, then the door went wide open, 
Rays of my future burned my eyes 
I'm partially blind is it by design?
I hesitated but knew I had no time.

I walked right through, 
It felt like heaven as I, 
Hesitated forward to see if I, 
Could selfish find what's mine.

Patriarch entertained my nose, 
I was all alone but it felt like home,
Further ahead I noticed a cliff
The mystery baffled me; ayeh, 

I- moved on, 

A gust of wind closed the door, 
No more room to go back home, 
Puzzled as a toddler lost in a mall, 
Is it my calling or the devil calling? 

Famished yearning success;
Barely any food in sight, 
Weeping feeling weak;
no one to hear my plight,

My mind started to ponder,
Racing aimlessly 'cause of fear
No cross road, no dead end;
Only one option to conquer, 


I reached the edge and slipped, 
crumbles rolled and I leaped;

I'm still free falling I'm bleak,
I don't know if I will make it! 


Kabansekeh maja ayeh ndi mwana wa kibumba.
Kabansekeh maja ayeh ndi mwana wa kibumba.
Kabansekeh maja ayeh ndi mwana wa kibumba.
Kabansekeh maja ayeh ndi mwana wa kibumba.(fade out)

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