Grandpa clock Whisk me To the future Give me a glimpse Of the me to come She may drop a pearl of wisdom Or two Tell me that the fro Will grow in due time That I can fix My crown on my own But it’s OK To ask
Earlier today I stumbled on Namupolo’s tweet and mused. Here’s the outcome: “I want a square circle” – Namupolo I want a sunny moon with little stars that dance to the sound of the blowing wind as friends I want roads that lead to the paradise my imagination has birthed
I will breath fire into her being and tell her of the warriors that came before her She will know conquering is in her blood, she will wield words and mathematical equations while confusing those that wish to box her She will stand for WOMAN and own every inch of
When it creeps up It takes over Because when it’s time It’s time Exhaustion from the day The need to dream some more To reset and start again
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
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.