Ugandan Mable Amuron is a 20 something millennial, born in a country that holds the title, “Pearl of Africa”. She is a firm believer in Christ and pan Africanist who also happens to be a reading junkie, wordsmith with a penchant for colourful socks and flavoured tea. She believes in
Take a moment, pick on my brain They say I can tell the future I just might tell you yours See how your stars align making your nebula Your own island galaxy where you are the sun Pick my brain, I just might tell you your future
When you walked away You took all my colour with you And left my heart stone cold grey I have since forgotten how sunny yellow used to be Or how cute cerise used to paint my life with joy The blue never ending skies And happy laughs As we lay
Pushed me out the nest Fearing the unknown Mistook your actions In hindsight, you did what had to be done I grew a backbone Woman! I am because you are.
You say take a right, I take a sho’t left When pictures were being painted and genders were stereotyped I was there bending my inner iron in the direction you didn’t want it to bend I cut myself out of your equations, out of your unreasonable reasoning Do understand the
We are the fights within us The constant turmoil Self doubt Pity And God knows whatever else demons we face Tame them as we may They see the joy in us They creep up Slowly, they subdue it Drown it Kill it The rays become grime And we become grinches
As the air you exhale murmur to my skin Tell me stories that you paint at night Conquer territory and trace boundaries Whip some cream and spread it over my spine Tantalise your tongue with the taste of my epidermis Magnetism holding us together Bringing us close In this moment