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NEW WORLD WRITERS ASSOCIATION UGANDA we are a group of young writers who want to share our knowledge with the rest of the world.

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21/01/2023

Luke 1:26-38
The holy spirit will cause it to happen.
Yahweh youth conference 2023, day 3.

04/03/2022

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18/01/2021

*ONE DAY*
The rainbow shall we see one day
When the lethal wind has passed
And the song of agony has ended
The rainbow shall we see one day
When the East meets the West
And Black is identical to White
The rainbow shall we see one day
When the wall has been demolished
And discourse we can hold
The rainbow shall we see one day
When every life matters
And death has been consumed
The rainbow shall we see one day
When justice is baptised
And courts bring relief, not grief
The rainbow shall we see one day
When freedom of speech is not strange
And oppression has lapsed
The rainbow shall we see one day
When police has become a friend
And the army a relation
The rainbow shall we see one day
When public health is significant
When hospitals heal, not kill
The rainbow shall we see one day
When running has become a sport
And not a survival maneuver
The rainbow shall we see one day
When mouths sing, not wail
And guns guard, not harm
The rainbow shall we see one day
When differences draw us closer
And not asunder.
By
Charles Benjamin Nsubuga

29/12/2020

R***D
R**e, r***d, r***d
They have r***d you mother.
The protuberant predators
Their urge on you have fed
The pack of hyenas
On you have
Mounted rigorously
One by one
Day and night
Rotating in a
Never ending maze.

R**ed, r***d, r***d
Your innocence stolen
Your journey hampered
Your future diminished
Your rivers flow back to
The source and then
An eternal stop.
Your days clothed
In backcloth
As you are butchered
And partitioned.

Aren't you the same who
Was the darling of the universe?
Aren't you the one who with him
Walked heads high?

Aren't you the mother that
Bore us all to traverse the
Plains in equal industry?
Aren't you the one who
Boasted about fields
With expertise shaped
And polished?
Didn't you survive the defilement
Of the village boys?

Now, when all think it is
Safe to tread come your woes
Prospect is dead
With fading images of the
Golden past,
The er****on of a
Callous canvas held
By those who looked
But dear and close,
Incorruptible.
The terrible youth hood
Defilement you survived
Has besieged you
In latter days and
On you feast the
Insolent in cunctative
Ej*******on.
By Charles Benjamin Nsubuga

26/04/2020

AFRICAN ELEPHANT
African elephant
Darker elephant
Why cry you everyday
And complain about
Your body shape and
How your complexion
Does not rhyme with
That of your lighter brother?
Why give ugly descriptions
To beautiful things?
Why learn you not you are just a special kind?
That you are different makes you pure, undefiled, original.

African elephant
Why meekly accept all your brother's descriptions
Of you and that you are inexplicable without him?
Why rub yourself on the rocks
To scrub off your true colour?
Why go to the river and stare at
Your reflection thinking it has transformed?
Why ape your brother's walking style
And the way he turns his head on side?
Why run and jump over huddles
When you are not a horse?
Why furnish yourself with limestone
In the search for beauty?

Look how you have deformed your beauty
How you have bruised your face
And no one can tell what your originality was
Look at how they are laughing as
You stretch your hands begging aid
Entangling yourself in an insoluble
Maze of unpaid debts besieging you.
Look at him, dancing and singing
For you a dirge
Ready to take all you had
In your short, unfavoured life
Your insolent brother unmasked
At last as you are stuck in deep slumber.
By
Charles Benjamin Nsubuga

03/04/2020

*The Taxi Tale*

Her rendezvous with the
Occupants of the commuter
En route to Jinja was
Kireka shell gas station.
"Lugazi, Kawolo, Jinja"
"Lugazi, Kawolo, Jinja"

She entered;
Ensconced herself
In the back seat.
The men with longing looks
Stared at the damsel
"Lugazi, Kawolo, Jinja"
"Lugazi, Kawolo, Jinja"

The women jealousy
For the men shifting the
Center of focus
Momentarily though,
They had grasped
Her beauteous morphology
"Lugazi, Kawolo, Jinja"
"Lugazi, Kawolo, Jinja"

The commuter coughed;
Sprinted at demon speed.
Then a sudden brake;
A screech
Ushering the taxi to a halt.
"Lugazi, Kawolo, Jinja"
"Lugazi, Kawolo, Jinja"

The vehicle hit a pothole,
She coughed
Clothing the taxi
With adrenaline.
The conductor looked at the passengers.
The passengers looked at the conductor.
Fear gripped the ambience.
They had heard the news
Clearly.
Did it not mention coughing?
Social distancing?
"Get out, Get out"
The taxi shouted;
Heads out, hands signaling pedestrians
In outcry.

A final stoppage.
No one bid farewell to her
All frightened for their safety.
By
Charles Benjamin Nsubuga

08/12/2018

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09/06/2018

Dirge for the Child of the Sun

Where is the child of the sun
Who danced and jumped in the meadow
With his yellow
Boots skidded he
On the ice before.

Where is the child of the sun
Who at it basked as the latter went slow
Into the blankets of the sky,
Prostrated he before
The sun to feed on his heat.

Where is the child of the sun
Who, his trumpet blew out of the know
But people danced to its rhythm
And bent low.

Where is the child of the sun
For he moves no more;
Descended into the tentacles
Of the ground with all
His glittering delights diminished.
By
Charles Benjamin Nsubuga

04/06/2017

Have you ever wondered why by loving some people, you end up hurt?

29/05/2017

SUCCESS
Before you give up,
You have to rise up
For before you fly,
You have to try.
Don't seize
The fight to feel the breeze;
It's too early
To take that alley,
And there is no stance
For your advance
But your fidelity held high,
Your victory is nigh.
For you to change the earth
You need to raise your faith
By
Charles Benjamin Nsubuga

24/05/2017

A tribute to Ayiyo
The sound of the church bell reverberates,
But now you are no more;
To jump as you count its slots,
Run around and prepare for mass.
It was yesterday you were happily dancing
To the melody of the Adungu,
But now in a piece of wood you lay.
Ayiyo gone too soon
In the middle of the journey.
Gone before seeing the first moon,
Gone before wearing the white
Dress and veil,
Before seeing God's blessing of children.
You should have stayed to
See the patch of Gold
That punctuates the evening sky,
You should have lived to bask
At the moon as out of his
Blanket he creeps
You should have lived to
Watch the children of the
Sky light their candles,
Oh, you should have stayed
To heed the morning chirp
Of tomorrow.
By
Charles Benjamin Nsubuga

02/10/2016

FROST
A thousand times I swim
In rivers of confusion, questions
Unanswered and paths untrodden.
There is a reality that lies
Beneath this fog,
A better day that
Throws light, but I can't see it.

I stagger on leaves gone dry with
Whirlwind. But I can't
See the way back to you,
I can't find the switch to turn
Back the time to that day
I can't tell.
It's inexpressible pain we give
To the ones we love. But why?
Sometimes there is no answer
But a voice, a voice
Saying forgive me
Forgive me dear.
BY
CHARLES BENJAMIN NSUBUGA

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