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THE SAVANNAH KNOWS NO FRIENDS – Poems From 13 Ugandan High Schools
January 6, 2021
ONE DAY THE SUN WILL VISIT MY HOME by St. Joseph’s Girls Senior Secondary School Nsambya
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“When I was a baby
You were seated comfortably
Now I have a baby
Who asks me if you remember
What it feels like
To be on your feet
To be in motion
In search of something better
For everyone
I was a baby
And you were seated comfortably
Now I have a baby
Who asks me
If you remember
What it means
To travel to homes
Which do not resemble yours.
To visit relatives who
Are forced to explain why toilets
Don’t flush anymore.”
When I was a baby, Nabukeera Pauline S.4 2020
The poems in this anthology were written during the poetry training conducted by Kitara Nation at St. Joseph’s Girls’ S.S.S Nsambya (JOGINSA). The poems express themselves on a range of issues in society like politics, culture, God, domestic violence, among others. This impressive anthology proves the potential that exists among young people if they are given the opportunity to be creative.
Publishing Particulars:
ISBN: 9-798654- 857293
Format: Paperback and Kindle Version
Language: English
Number of Pages: 70
Published: 2020
Publisher: Kitara Nation
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