Tuesday, 5 August 2014


Hello beautiful people. I missed you so much. Am happy am back,been very  busy with work. trying to make  money which am sure you'll agree with me is a hustle mostly in my bustle city kampala.so this year has gone on pretty fast, we are now in August,hmmm what have you achieved so far?
 if you are on vacation, lucky you.
if you lied to your boss that your sick just to have some time off ,I wont judge you.
I have been doing lots of things and I'll share with you in the next coming days.

for now enjoy the poem

Black should have been the color to match your wedding gown that’s gone.
The necklace is fine gal, but black should have been the color as it represents this heart of mine that got torn.
like honey from a bee
Him and I were meant to be
our souls met before we were born.
But when you came boom like a magic spell, he was gone.

What we shared was true love
Our feelings tight like a glove
What you had with him had no foundation,
I knew it wouldn't last
I waited for it to melt like snow
Be dried in vapor
Lost in the mist in the midst of no where
I didn't wait for long
For it wasn't long for him to see that
Black is the color you are in and out.
Your mindset black
Your thoughts dark
Pretentious like a white fellow in Africa
You took what was mine, who was mine

You caused me so much pain
In Juju you thought you would gain
You treated me like a dog
But I clung to the almighty God
And he came through


Juju -witchcraft

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