Self Reflection

Screen yourself. Ask yourself questions. Try to answer. Think about your actions. Are you the problem or the people around you? Open your eyes and brain, not your quick judgmental page. What if you are the problem? The reason for your unhappiness? Have you even thought about it? Or you are always blaming those around?


“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

When you still ….

Because life ain’t about the material things we have, but the moments and people we love.

When you still

Love me now when you still feel my warmth,

When you still notice my scars, and appreciate them,

When my heart still beats for you,

When you still hear the echoes from my throat,

Sounds of my ridiculous laughter and lousy voice,

Love me now,

When you can wake up each other day and see me,

Love me when am still alive,

A day is coming when i shall join my Father in Heaven and you will long for my cry baby ass but when am no more,

On this day, not even the sweetest words will not change my mind,

Not even the most expensive perfume will make me happy,

Neither the sausages or melons,

My ass will finally be at rest with the Father.

Him who loves us so unconditionally,

Love me when you still can.

Phiona Babirye