Art, Culture, Books and Travel
Poem: Dying to Live
The luggage on my head,
Weighing twice my weight,
Measuring twice my height,
Carrying it all for a coin!
It’s midday on this street
The ground scorches bare feet
On my heads sits the sun
My throat dry calling for buyers
From Entebbe road to Luwum street
Much shouting but not a coin!
It’s past lunch time in this matatu
Mama, sister, aunt, brother-basatu
The same song from sunrise to sunset
Much hollering all for a coin!
The wheel barrow I borrowed to push
Merchandise to the taxi and bus
In packed city amidst full fuss-
Shouting “iron sheets” to get fasi
To say potatoes I may not pass!
Pushing this barrow for a week,
At night my chest feels so weak!
But at six am back on the street
I am dying for just a coin!
I secured a stall in the market
Where I collect my big blue bucket
Mama-katogo-my voice calls…
No one is ready to taste,
My little blood put to waste!
Even in this mid day heat,
This bucket twice my weight
Feels quite feather light
Because it earns me a coin!
Copyright©2010 Samuel Black candle