Martha N.

The last time I saw you,
Something was not right.
It was pouring with rain that Christmas
And that most often dulls
My mood…but then the rain stopped and I still felt sad

The way you bothered to bring
All my rubber boots for the muddy
And long journey home
Made me feel sad about what was to come

How photo shoots became part
Of all the last feasts we had with you
Is one thing I’ll always prize
For they are symbols of
Life and tell family tales

Nine months to your rest you asked that
We don’t wear black when laying you
To rest…but I didn’t want such sad talk.
Lighting a candle for you,
We’ll nevermore forget you

Rest in Peace, Mom

©Martha Namirembe 16 April 2020

Most people can be firm enough
To endure dull day roles
But deep in their veiled consciousness,
Large numbers are in pain,

Hounded by self-doubt,
Hounded by stray thoughts,
Hounded by their absence of drive,
Seeking answers to
What life is about.
Some seek God
But most will find fortitude
In the tales of shame.

©Martha Namirembe 15 January 2020
(Inspired by a Friend)

I have a mind that is restless
Not the kind that yearns for
Rivers to cross safely
It’s a mind that’s disturbed

Could it be that I’m looking
For peace in the wrong place?
Is it time for seeking deeper
Meaning in a mind disturbed?

Why can’t my feelings be suppressed and snuffed out?
Could there be better things
For me to look at for growth
And truth that calm the soul?

I wonder what life’s about
I’m longing for more knowledge
I’m eager to live elsewhere
Due to a mind disturbed

©MarthaNamirembe 10 July 2017

I want to have depth’s babies
Since I gather that fame,
Wealth and looks can cause grief.
Offspring of depth, in brief,
Will breed patience and name.

Fights and racing for highest
Rankings are not my strife.
I appreciate sharp minds
That don’t exist for kinds
Of slight stuff in this life.

I don’t usually waste time
Pondering on which lass to date later
I don’t usually waste time
On romance like a fixed, serial, chain dater
Don’t usually waste time

Like a clock with no battery
And an incomplete tale
Life with no astuteness
Has no meaning to me
Value is in acuteness

The bad scene in my movie
Shows that merit, control
And skill never are crowned
All I need can’t be found
Dwelling in a flat soul

I don’t usually waste time
Pondering on which lass to date later
I don’t usually waste time
On romance like a fixed, serial, chain dater
Don’t usually waste time

©MarthaNamirembe 16 June 2017 – This was inspired by a male friend

I know you won’t
call
But that’s convenient
In fact, conducive
for me to be
recouped

When you lose part of
yourself
it’s a good thing
to take time
to be mended
onto every split
with just the right
stitch

But you ripped out the
stitches
using razor
blades and sharp knives
crudely
And that’s how you
cut me

©MarthaNamirembe 22 January 2015

I wonder where he is now
This husband of mine who does not care
I better feed our child first
And then I will think of his affair

I’m not jealous of his flame
since I don’t like puppy-like kisses
I want to see the girl that can
match his big thirst
and his fresh Misses

Let me take my sweet baby with me
I don’t have time to fight for this flea
that likes to bite kittens and then
comes back to bother me

©MarthaNamirembe

Why don’t men want marriage? I ask. For calm

for fun, for joy. They want to have no strife

They dream of love; believe in soul mate chums

who will accept them the way they are, truly

and sweetly play their roles. Men want the best

type of woman who will not stress them out

They want to own land first before they wed

To be rich is crucial for goal reach

Routine, space, peace, freedom and bliss they want

for a long-drawn-out time with no burdens

To live with a fine woman who is not

married to them is what they want most

Basking in the gains of wedlock for free,

Dodging the risks that come with bad split-ups

is why many never want to get hitched

©MarthaNamirembe

2/06/2014

On some days I feel unflustered
Other moments I’m lonely
‘You are picky’
People begin to say

Other moments I’m lonely
‘Broaden your prospects, Esperanza’
People begin to say
‘Try online conjugation’

‘Broaden your prospects, Esperanza’
‘You are picky’
It’s not like that at all moments for me
On some days I feel unflustered

©MarthaNamirembe  23rd January 2014

A man’s a question paper

That makes women explore for answers

That make sense and give specifics

At times each deviating from the other

Man’s a mystery

Loaded with riddles

A game…

For one to learn its scheme

©MarthaNamirembe 23rd January 2014

I really want to be his child

His coddling would defrost me like

A soft ice cream

That’s being left to sit

With just the right topping of fruit

©MarthaNamirembe 23rd January 2014