“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
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.
ISBN: 9-798654- 857293
Format: Paperback and Kindle Version
Number of Pages: 70
Publisher: Kitara Nation
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“The young writers have vehemently demonstrated their frustrations, puzzles and hopes in a society with adults swallowed in know-it-all snobbery. The poetic arrows in this poetry collection declare war on societal silence on things that matter most and draw lines to proper order of the ideal society, a society in which they would love to dwell now as children and tomorrow as adults. It is a reflective collection of thoughts with thousands of options of solutions to our fears. It is work you wouldn’t abandon to dust.”
-Kened. B. Ngiise iii, teacher, poet/writer.
This book, the first anthology of its kind, encompasses poems collected from 3 different national High School poetry programs. It could perhaps be the only book of this kind in East Africa.
“Artistically, it is one of the most engaging anthologies I have read in a very long time. Each poem is special for the way it seems to roll off your tongue. The pattern of rhythm and sound of the words or prosody is enhanced, line on line, by enjambment as feelings spill while carrying the run of the poet’s thought from one line to the next without a syntactical break. The substance of these feelings are so powerful, even tragic.”
– Phillip Matogo, Poet, Author, Critic