“You are not God,” the priest said

The streets are not safe,

The people supposed to protect us are the goons,

The Leaders we elected only care about themselves,

All the promises they made to us vanished the day they won the ballot,

But who are you to judge them!

“You are not God,” the Priest said,

The motto changed decades ago, “For God and my stomach,”

Where did we go wrong ?

Malnourished my shoe soles, loose nickers, ragged drained trousers, dry hair, cracked lips, rumbling stomach, chopped ugly nails, wringled faces, rough dry legs from the dust on the streets,

Unemployment has become apart of us,

Create jobs for yourselves, they say,

Unanswered job emails,

“Send your job application, employers indicate on them job vacanices,

One awaits even for a “Sorry you are not the candidate we want” but nothing,

Only to use them to wrap snacks,

Wasted mobile data,

Wasted printery money,

Wasted hope,

The fancy streets at night are flooded with different rainbows,

All they need is shillings!

But when will this end?

Our hospitals,

to be continued

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On top of the rock..

These photos below were taken at Green Oasis one of the best hotels in Kalongo. Green Oasis is right behind the great Kalongo rock. It is such a great view and get- away from the city.

Rock Climbing

Here we were sloping downward the rock and below are pictures of the Kalongo rock, views as we were climbing and on top of the hill.

On the 3rd day, we went out for rock climbing. kalongo rock is about 400 metres. We woke up at 5am. Walked to the rock, by 6am we had started to climb and by 9:30 am we were on top of the hill. Yeeeeeey!! It felt like super woman. Climbing was not easy, I almost gave up before the first corner (that is like 200 metres). Rock climbing is an activity the people of Kalongo do every 31st of January. A mass is held on top of the hill to thank the Lord for the gift of life.