When I Died! On that fateful day, I saw Mama seated under The mango tree Listening to the news, An owl, a rare visitor of the day - Sat atop the tree A mango fell to the ground, Mama worried to the bone! I remember very well, The day I left the office in haste To meet my queen, princesses,princes - My skin left me My skin left me! When I held the stirring wheel, My heart racing like a horse My legs weak to the bones, Joints aching I hit for the road. My queen back home, Had prepared my favorite meal Irish potatoes, fried cabbage, pumpkin... Bushera to drive it down so well - It always revamped the Mukiga in me, Water for bath in place Towel well prepared, A surprise to be revealed that night - Safe and kicking in the tummy When I Died. "The headlines that Evening" The great Weaver of the word, The true seed of the hills - The man from Kabale, the activist! The might teacher, patriot Exchanged worlds On his way home GONE SOON. oh yah, I remember too well The day when I died, Thousands of thousands of people Broke to tears - Hashtags flooded the media, The mainstream topic of the night! When I Died, Many came home engulfed in grief, Pain weighing so heavily On their shoulders - Foes too came by to confirm I was no more, There I lay powerless Motionless like a statue, returning no gesture - "May his soul Rest In Peace" Foes and friends shouted when I died! © Ankwasa Harlord