Saturday, June 10, 2006

Poems by Henry Muguluma

I’m Henry Muguluma, 24 years, male, a Writer, Teacher and Project Director. I live in Kampala, Uganda working as a fulltime Director of Gaba Child Sponsorship Project. I’m currently compiling my first poetry manuscript; with some poems on the net. I also teach English Language and Literature in English.



In Transit

Some shout and some quiet as
We squeeze
in a taxi whose

Number we didn’t read and
Whose mechanical state

We can’t tell, trusting
The unknown driver who

Seems more
into his wasiwasi
Than his passengers and

A conductor who begged
Us to board and now barks

For the fare as if we were
To escape
through windows;

One-way, two-way, roundabout
Stage, stopover,
refuelling

Overtaking and being overtaken
Bumps, potholes, corners,
jam

Parking on driveways and
Driving on parkways

Traffic
stopping us for those
Who won’t stop for us

Past familiar faces and
places,
Unfamiliar places and faces

Signposts pointing us where
They have never been

Seeing so much to take with us,
So much we
can’t take with us

Trees running, even houses
Away in the opposite
direction

Some traveling miles for smiles and
Some hating the
journey they make

But heaven or hell, we’re all
Dying to get there.

Confession


Again yesterday evening
I grabbed a cheap one
off
A bunch in Kisenyi.

So tempting in her yellow
Sun-scorched
smooth
Cotton coat with
A black brown cap.

Pulled her closer and
Her perfume stirred the monkeys.

Ripe, innocent.
Could feel the
eyes of
The hungry woman by
Her full basket

But for hunger, I
Devoured her, all
Of her, leaving no
Sugar for pancakes.

Do
you also like
Bananas?

Konyi’s Harvest

When
he finally marched to Freedom Square
Eyes didn’t see him,
Ears didn’t
hear him,
Hands didn’t salute him,
Legs didn’t attend his swearing-in:

They all stayed back in
Gulu, Kitgum, Lira. Busy
Burying the
dead.


I worked with Henry on the Crossing Borders project, and he came on leaps and bounds as a poet.

2 comments:

michaelf said...

thanks for the opportunity to read henry's poems - theyre great. i think they start excitingly, & go in interesting directions - but all tend to weaken at the end.

Emmanuel Sigauke said...

Posting these poems is a great idea given your traffic: good exposure for Muguluma. The poems sound exciting.