If laughter could grasp the stick and lash my buttocks, it would be bearable than seeing myself in your pot of soup.

It was the 11th of September 2016. The cold weather undressed my zip; I could not click sleep. I rolled on the bed as an adolescent. It was too difficult to bear. Listening to my heart, it pumps go and try. It is your night to explore.

Just to unbolt the door, my no-nonsense mother sprouted like the mushroom.

“Where are you going? She said.

I was a dump to reply and empty in my brain of the lies to produce and confuse her innocent alert. Little did I know she was processing my silence in her heart.

She again inquired, “My dear son, how dare you keep quiet on me?”

Mother, I am very sorry. I threw to her a polite apology to pose that all was fine. In my depth of thoughts, I tried to make her let me go. She insisted that it was late.

“Please, do not let my words bother you, my son. I am just concerned. I know why I am saying this, in case of a tomorrow which may come before the sunrise.”

She hid her voice in the idiomatic solitude. I dashed out from the room telling her I am going to be alright. A few minutes later, I found myself at the nearby pub where there are different shapes and sizes. I looked for the type of boob that sized my taste and I tell you it was….

If Jesus is to come that night, I would have been the first to be declared, the wolf of young sex night expert. The journey was just at the brim when I lost my brain and injected my hard disk unprotected. I searched deep and deep my stick of tiger till the snake caught up the rivers gushing forth white porridge.

The night passed. We exchanged contacts to keep the appointment again. Next day, it was night; I tried her number, she linked me up in her place.

"You can come over I am all alone to myself. I miss you a lot." That was Vannessa's voice on the phone call. I hastened as fast as I could. To switch on to the next level as she wanted it so quick, D-More, the father found us on a couch. I froze in thoughts and oozes of sweat. I only received a terrible and awakening slap that reminded me where the door was. I headed away while on underpants only. I thought it was over. Meanwhile, I died slowly of the pain at home to avoid my mother noticing it.

Four months later, I fell sick. My mother was worried about what was wrong with me. The poor widow was scared. She insisted that we should go to see the doctor. I was a bit hesitant. Later, I joined her in the chorus.

“Good afternoon Mrs Namale,” Doctor Chally said.

My mother replied in her solemn and scary voice. She told the doctor, “my son is sick and I want to have him tested for malaria.”

“All right, madam. I will have him tested then, you have to wait outside as I do so.”

“No problem, thank you.”

The blood specimen was taken with a long and painful syringe. I was mad with myself because it has been a while not been at the hospital for any sickness.

An hour later, the lab result was out. The doctor at first told me that there was a problem. Then my inner eyes which were almost dosing on the chair became as bright as if I have just woken up on a bright sunny day. I was eagerly waiting to hear what he had to tell me only to say;

“I am sorry, you are positive.”

Eeeh… Young man, you must be joking. I quarrelled at him then I realised the night I enjoyed myself to hell without protection. My consciousness returned; my guilt of cheating cautioned my integrity. Then, the poor widow lost words. The night fades in with embarrassment.

Good afternoon. I can see all your ears are waiting eagerly to hear what you’ve never heard and see whom you’ve never seen. It's unfortunate to disappoint you to stop expecting another because he's already here speaking to you. Yeah, I am who I am. I hope you listen attentively to today’s edition with meditative heart because you will never be the same again.

I didn’t know what pride can do until I saw true colours of hunger; a situation I was the only actor in the play. No one told me to take a step and seek for the solution.

I hope you are not in a hurry because the real dance is yet to begin.

With due respect ladies and gentlemen, the affluent show off in the supermarket ended just in two weeks of lockdown. A thought came after an afternoon without lunch almost in the web of depression, “Bringing the best out of this situation, lies in your power of creating another you.” Is this possible? I asked myself. How can I create another me?

March 20th, 2020 till date has been an interesting moment that will never be effaced in the memory of my existence. Coronavirus lockdown started as if it is a few days issue until I was told to stop working due to the presidential directives.

Keeping all things constant, I spent my whole day thinking and anticipating for a better tomorrow which is yet to come. Survival became the option not development anymore. Three square meal turned into two; strategically, between 10 am, breakfast and early supper at 5 pm. Although, it was so, I was hopeful because some do have a meal while others have none through the day and they were hopeful too.

Categorically, I shoulder-off my pride; picked my hoe where I had hid it and went to my farm. Recalling the words of my late father, Dad Luke, “when a man forgets his true self and live the other, that man certainly will have no destination.” These knocked off my pride of white-collar job to digging the garden which was the childhood experience I never liked but now the pandemic of Coronavirus have shaped my thinking faculties. What about you?

Currently, my farm has fattened my pocket and as well restocked my hope of eating three times a day. This realisation created for me a job that I will never quit doing; seeing my berries flowering, the tomatoes and lettuce in their harvesting stage, I heave a sigh of relief.

An applauds for me, please!

Calm down for a while please; there is a token for you before the break.

Uum!!! What is your take on this today? Do you still consider agriculture as work for failures or a way forward towards keeping our society sustained?

Just think about it.

Work with me; we shall say goodbye to hunger.

She is filled with uncertainties. But many awaits for the arrival of her unborn child to fill up their cups of favour which have been drained by the elder son of 2019, “COVID-19”.

Five months from now, she will deliver her hidden mystery to humanity who knows but just put on your garment of hope and be calm for she must surely give birth.

On the 1st of April is the day 2020 the husband of Mrs January 2021, decides to try his luck after ten years of marriage without a child and immediately she became pregnant.

"You can imagine the situation we are in now coupled with pregnancy", 2020 lamented.

Surely, corona the son of 2019, though I am quite as if I don't know what to do, I am waiting for your tenure to expire. Even as that, I am not going to let you go just like that without hearing a word from me. Receive this from me today;

Corona you are a dangerous visitor,

Corona you know nobody,

Everybody is your guest.

You turned the world into epicurean’s style of life;

Eating to finish as if there will be no tomorrow.

You have proven to be harsh, tough and wicked;

Ostensibly, you are too proud of yourself

Just like humans you visited.

But wait you will cry at last.

Better run for your life now,

Nemesis will flog you mercilessly.

Your downfall is near.

Be calm my child,

Be still my people,

Keep on the path of health and safety measures,

It is just for a moment.

Another will be the news of the demise COVID-19,

No more to threaten humanity again.

Courage and never give up,

Together we shall conquer.

Corona you have come to the end of your existence.

Corona my tribute to you is,

You have lost the fight;

You started as a warrior,

But crumbled like a coward.

Farewell corona to the land of no return.

Rejoice oh! humans

And make merry once again.

January 2021 has decreed.

“I am Olaka the prince of Odongo”.

“I know you before you were born”, says Dionysus.

Smiles!

Behold! “I present to you the unending lists of gratitude bundled on my back as I was setting off to come and visit you”.

“Your benevolence to us has been great. Even those who were barren are now smiling because the nectar that dropped into their womb by your hands of fertility has made their life fruitful”.

More so, the oracles sent their regards too for the aromantic flame that oozes out from your pot of wine. Indeed they see visions more clearly once they have just sipped from your winepress.

“Day and night end in Dionysus," says the youths and the emperors. When they sit back and a glass of wine from your palace is served to them, they go back home and fertile the lands of every maiden that is of age to becoming a woman.

“My god, Dionysus, apart from that, I Olaka desire to dine and wine with you forever because you are the end of everything that is good”.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha! “You are a true son of your father the king of Odongo. Come and have more of my blessings my son”.

Afterwards, the god bid him farewell with a kiss of a smile, a blue apple and a jar of fresh tasty wine.

As lions clutch their faces

The patient deer hung so gently

Panting to have their daily bread

Lines apart

Thus unite

A blazing heart

Hunted for joy

Like a charming maiden

Calling for attention

Patients though

Hard as rock

All the same

Longing for chill

The joy of the moonlight

Flashing lights of the stars

Melos the chamber

Of my beast

A cracked hole

Moist mud

Stained garment

Rage of tigers

Canopy of trees

Hosts of termites

Multitude of ants

Gangs of terror

Dragons of disaster

Echoing

Enough!

The leopard’s skin

Untouched by rain

Softens the rocks

Soothing the bones

Whispering fragrant

Words of peace

KEEP Model, summarized the path of remaining focused in my journey of life. The knowledge about my experiences has enabled me to explore and unlock my potentials more effectively and efficiently.

The beautiful moment I spend pursuing knowledge about what I want is not a wrong idea. However, channelling this knowledge towards where my strength is will not only make my journey to success easier but blossom my potentiality with ease. The ability to know is within me, but it is fitting to shift from the shadow that I knew and move into the pragmatic operation of what the reality is, explore what I have experienced and how best it can be sustained to create the world I seek, the paradise I longed to dwell and share these potentials so as to transform the world beyond my thinking. Living in the shadow cripples one’s ability to know that I can do more than what is in the shadow. Most notably, my life ghost knowledge; ghost knowledge in the sense that I do plan the way for others to move forward but unable to get out of my own shadow and exist. My greatest enemy was fear of exploring who I am, and what I can do best not just what others can do to become superfluous but what I can. Success comes in variable dimensions depending on where this bright morning favours found you. Do not let your fear counsel you. Shadow is like a cobweb that engrosses one's reality.#

It is time

When sun ceased to appear

When trees have all clasped their fingers

Flowers withered

As no one moves in muscles

It is time

Travesty is my garment

For Fruitful mothers to yowl

The Staff of authorities to charade

With superfluity of chaos amongst humanoid

It is time

The sound of terror

The anger of the ghosts

The blood of the innocent

Will mingle for vengeance

It is time

Floods of corpse in the homes

Dead bodies on your streets

No animal to bury each other

It is time

When the rivers will dry

The oceans will walk into your homes

Expecting flood as your next visitor

Oh!, mother

Why mother earth?

Why allow your children perish;

Like a passing wind?

The drum of peace have flown

The beauty of the land is now adorned in bared soil

Not even a sweet scent flowers for our bees

Your children drink dust for water

Our exaltation is now a rag

Shame has covered up our nakedness

Our pocket of coins

Our Parle of vegetation

Our ornamented city squares

Have all lost the attractive sight of the tourists

O yes! I see

My soul is up for reprisal

My body bleeds

My hands of grace

Are filled with destructions

It is time

Harness your ways

Sons and daughters of the earth

Then you shall live

Else

Your names will be scribed as sorry#

Echoing the name of God makes me desperate that I can swear for him or her if he/she is human. Since he is God, I proudly confess him as the one behind the many as I can doubt yet believe. Once upon a time, I happened to visit my uncle who asked me what do you wish that God may grant it for you as he was busy slaughtering the chicken at the backyard shrine. I replied, "I want my mother to deliver safely". Indeed may your request be granted, he said. Two months later, my mother gave birth on her own with little assistance from an old woman at home and a baby boy of course. Then, I recalled the question that my uncle asked me. With my little belief as a child, I knew that there was a power that he is offering my prayers to and that is what I do today in the land of Bokoko where I reside dancing and worshipping the Highest as my belief brings Him close to my heart in the different moment even when the moon has decided to surface in the morning and the sun chose to take over the night as its abode. I still believe in God.

The end

My body has melted

As ice set under fire

The pant I wore

Loose as a child

In a battle with diarrhoea

The breeze is as scorching like sun

The warmth I feel was wrath

So painful as lovers parting ways

My eye red as hot as charcoal

All my thoughts swimming in perjury

Oh my dear soul

My furry hands

As a child denied her lunchbox

My spores ooze out sweats of blood

My strength was taken away by a pit of misery

Oh my dear soul

My hands touch nothing but despair

I am famished by the strokes of despondency

Oh my dear soul

My heart pants

Faster than the running streams

Speedometer slower to the noise of my agony

I am in a web of depression

Oh my dear soul

My contentment is only anger

My visitors are thoughts of suicide

Oh my dear soul

Although, one of my visitors asked?

Why all these upon you?

Why all I see in the chambers of your heart is misery?

My silent look

My drop of tears

Burst in anger

My heart explodes

Oh my dear soul

Just a day to end my pit of hell

Long before the hope was forgotten

A morning voice of consolation crow

A sweet sugared and butter bread

Place before my table of agony

To calm my taunt soul

Oh my dear soul

Joy danced before me

Again and again

Happiness jumped out of my hopeless bed

Again and again

Warmth clashed their cymbals at the door of my mouth

Again and again

Comfort strung the guitars of hope

Again and again

Peace played the classic melody in my chambers

Once again.

Another morning of gratitude

Just as the evening of sorrows elopes

Oh my dear soul

If my bed was to be warmed by your touch, I will travel to heaven and forget that I am still just a virgin. Charming to kill but quietens my wrath.

Without you by my side, I feel hell would have swallowed my pride. Just be with me tonight and forever.

Just a thought about the memories that we have shared, I will experience this ecstasy of having you all to myself perpetually. Although, just a kiss of love, you will synchronise the magical symbiosis of heaven within my heart. Come to my enchantment, and we shall call it a night.