Omera,
Kampala is a lover with bad breath
Edible lips,
Firm hands that know how to cup a face before a kiss
Then
He’ll breathe that thing Besigye hates into your eyes
But…
You’ll love the pearl of seven hills that dot his compound
The Lake Victoria Jacuzzi in his backyard
The flashy cars that defy potholed roads
And…
His deep pockets make many hold hands in awe of his wallet
But don’t forget
He’s a late riser. 9:00am on the road for a 7:30am strategic meeting
Respect his right of way. Even on that jam-packed one-way street
Omera,
Kampala is my sweet hopeless lover
Can I bring him home?
Journeys Within 