I know a dark, dark city. In the dark, dark city there’s a dark, dark street. On the dark, dark street there’s a dark, dark house. In the dark, dark house there’s a dark, dark room. In the dark, dark room there’s a dark, dark closet. In the dark, dark closet there’s a girl. A… Continue reading Dark City
My love, sit with me. For once, eat with me. Talk with me. Laugh with me. My love, live with me. My love, work with me. Plant with me, weed with me. Prune with me, harvest with me. My love, live with me. My love, sit with me. Grind with me, store with me.… Continue reading Sit With Me!
So I met Kevin in cell, he went to Ndejje SSS after I’d left. But I’m super mesmerised by his art. And here is why. You can find out more about Kevin on facebook.com/iradukunda.kevin.5 .
The gate stands tall and unrelenting between the baby and his destiny. The fact that the baby will never know his parents serves only to increase the volume of his cries, a situation so hopeless, but nevertheless a mere disturbance to the plutocrats who live inside that gate. They’d much rather enjoy the peace and… Continue reading The Gate.
There I stood with my headphones over my ears, hoping the lord music would down our the sound of the shot, as well as the crowd that had gathered to watch. One would think I was being awarded, the way everyone was fussing. It was a sunny day. Birds were singing in the trees. But… Continue reading The Gallows.
THIS is a short poem about living to fulfill your purpose in life.