MY SWEET SUGARCANE

 Brendah Edgard Abwooli,

My sweet sugarcane from Masindi.

You are the apple of my eye,

Your eye is a window to my soul.

The warmth of your embrace,

Makes me feel whole.

Out of the abundance of your heart springs the waters of life,

A touch from your soft mellow palms

Is akin to a refreshing sip of Lake Albert.

Every time I am near you,

I smell a thousand lilies fresh from Solomon’s plot.

Every time I kiss you,

I taste milk and honey from the breadth of Heaven’s pot.

Every time I am with you,

Leaves rustle in trees,

Every time I am with you,

Birds sing, and your nectarine nature excites bees.

 

Brendah Edgard Abwooli

Please!

Let me be to you a cup that does not run dry,

Let me be a man who does not make you cry,

Let me be your Knight in shining armor.

You are the most beautiful plantation,

So let me be your farmer.

 

Brendah Edgard Abwooli,

My sweet sugarcane from Masindi.

Thank you for choosing me;

Thank you for being an antidote to anxiety,

Thank you for pulling me out of the hole of uncertainty,

Thank you, for your eloquence has aligned my destiny

Thank you, for boarding this plane of eternity.

Written by Edgard The Bard