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A book of poems
A Poem about God

God created heaven and earth, he created land and sky, God has power. Everybody prays so that he or she can talk with him. Also when we see bad things happening we start to call him by praying, and that tells us that God has power to fight sins. God helps drivers and policemen. God helps people to run away when there is war. God is good by creating everything, God is lovely.

By Johnbosco Mugisha, P-4

A Poem about Death

One day I was happy with my mother and father and my mother started feeling bad and my father planned to take her to the hospital.

Other men helped my father. Before the death I was at home eating and playing football with my brothers, and I heard my father calling me, saying my name. I listened to the person who was calling me. I was eating and I lost the food.

And it was my father and I asked my father, what has happened? My father said your mother is dead. I cried like a puppy and some people came to see what had happened. They kept shouting. I did not answer anything.

By Daphine Akampuziza, P-5

A Poem about Hunger

Hunger Hunger the enemy that fights intestines. It keeps on demanding even when you have lost a mother on Hunger Hunger.

Even when you are sick hunger keeps on demanding. Even when you have nothing to eat hunger still demands.

Everybody fear it, young people and old people, fear it, Hunger Hunger.

By Daphine Akampuziza, P-5

My Poem about the Lazy Man

When the cock crows the lazy man smacks his lips and says, “So it is daylight again.”

The farmer and the carriers have arrived at the river. The spinners are spinning their cloth and the fire blazes in the blacksmith’s hut.

The lazy man knows where the sweet soup is, he goes from house to house to see if there is food today.

His ribs will stick out but when he sees the free yam he greet the owner of the house then goes to wash his hands.

By Daphine Akampuziza, P-5

A Poem about a Dream

Dreams in Uganda are like mountains, tall but hard to climb, like the highest peaks, the goals.

When I was sleeping at night I dreamt about being a nurse and I was sleeping like a baby.

My aunt heard me she said, “you were punching in your sleep,” I said, “no,” I was sleeping like a baby.

My aunt said I know you were dreaming about your food in the pot, I said I was dreaming about being a nurse.

By Daphine Akampuziza, P-5

If I met a cat I should say nya wu. If I met a dog I should say by obo. If I met a crow I should say coo coo. If I met a dove I should say cuu cuu. If I met a sheep I should say mba mba. If I met a lion what should I say? I should just run away.

By Daphine Akampuziza, P-5

Fire, Fire

Fire burnt out home it burnt all the utensils. We called our uncle but he was sleeping. Now we are building a new house. Our father bought a fire extinguisher to put out fire. Today I will go with my uncle to buy iron sheets in Kabale. Our sister will go to the market today. She will buy the food.

By Emmanuel Akamkwasu, P-5

My Poem about a House

A permanent house is a very good house and very beautiful, but it is made up of expensive materials like cement and many others.

A permanent house is a very good house, but when you’re in a permanent house you feel cold.

By Christine Kiconco, P-5

My Poem about Death

Death, Death, Death. Death is not something to joke with, and the time for death is not a simple time. It is a difficult time.

Many people sometimes cry during the time of death.

Death is the time when you cannot be happy, because death means the time when you lost your beloved one.

Death, Death, Death. You cannot do much for death, but it is something when must be there by the rule of God.

I have said it is a very bad time, because when you are not a relative of that person, you see some mourners crying because they have lost their beloved one.

By Christine Kiconco, P-5

My Poem about Mr. Arinitwe and Me

Mr. Arinitwe: Why are you so unhappy Mr. Amos?

Amos: I’ve lost my father, and I don’t know where to look for him.

Mr. Arinitwe: I’ve just seen him. He is looking for you too.

Amos: Tell me where he is.

Mr. Arinitwe: He is at the river Nile, he is waiting for you there.

Amos: Oh thank you, Mr. Arinitwe

By Amos Niwamanya, P-5

A Poem about my Mother

One day when my mother was going to the market she saw monkeys sitting in the trees. She started throwing stones and the monkeys came down to eat my mother. She ran away and went to the market. She met a girl in the market who was crying because her mother died last week. My mother told her that this is common in Uganda. God’s prayers will help you.

By Makleen Ainembabcizi, P-5

A Poem about a Day When I was Very Sad

One day my father was very sick. I left him in the morning and I went to school. On that day there were competitions of football. I was supposed to go home and eat lunch but I stayed. I told the child of my uncle that when you reach home my uncle has to buy food for me to eat. But my cousin refused. When he refused I went home. Whenever I passed they told me that my father has died. When I reached home I found that it was the truth. I started crying as if I was a child of five months old.

I was very gloomy in my face. I did not even talk to another person.

By Dan Diwagaba, P-5

Death is one of those things which have killed many people in our country!

It has no mercy it has killed my father so that’s why I say that!

No one in this world has not already lost a loved one or a friend or relative!

But there is nothing to do, just to protect yourself from some of the diseases which cause us death! Like AIDS, malaria, etc., Death is a thing which is caused by our forefathers.

As you know Cain and Abel were sons of God as we are, but they got annoyed. Cain killed Abel because of this.

Now death is taking place in the places where we live and all over the world!

By Lawrence Arinitule, P-5

A Poem about my Home

My home, my home. My home is a beautiful place. Everything grows there. When I come to school my mother goes to the garden to plant crops for our family. There is nothing as good as home.

When my mother goes to the garden my father goes to look for money which will help him in providing our basic needs. When he comes back he finds our home safe. My mother tells me to collect firewood and prepare supper.

By Jonathan Muhereza, P-5

I feel comfortable when I am not sick, because there is nothing you can do when you are sick. When you are sick you cannot help your parents when you are sick.

People become annoyed when you are sick, because they know that your death has come. That makes people and you parents cry.

By Jonathan Muhereza, P-5

A Poem about a Dream

Last night when I was sleeping I dreamed about many things. I dreamed about finding myself in a big forest. I found myself near a big lion. There was nothing I could do and I got scared. What I did is I ran with the lion in the big forest, and in the morning I found myself back home.

I prayed to God asking him never to dream such a thing. I told my parents, they also prayed for me so that I could never dream such things.

By Jonathan Muhereza, P-5

A Poem about Being Angry

One day I was at school and my grandmother came and told me that my mother has died. I cried with a very loud voice.

Then I went home and found many people in our compound. Afterward we buried my mother.

From that day I started suffering, looking where to stay, until my grandmother came and told me to stay with her.

-Moreen Kylwsiima, P-6

One day I was sad because my father died and my brother. I was sad because I knew that I was going to become an orphan with my one brother and four sisters.

- Shirah Owomugisha Home

At home I stay with my grandmother. We stay with my grandfather. My grandmother cooks food for us and grandfather goes to graze goats.

After school I help my grandmother. I go to collect firewood. After I cook supper for my guardians we go to sleep.

In the morning I wake up early. I wash my face. I put on my uniform, and I come to school again.

- Hellen Namanya, P-6

If I would up an animal like a cow I would eat grass and grass would give me energy to walk from one place to another.

If I wound up a cow I would give people milk and meat. I would be important to the family because they could sell me and they could get money, the money which will help the people from having poverty which will lead them to die.

Cows are important because they give skins and hides which help in making shoes and many other things which are made from skins and hides.

- Hellen Namanya, P-6

A Poem about a Dream about a Magic Pot

One day my grandfather had a magic pot, which made porridge. He would sing, “hot pot cool,” five times and porridge would fill the pot.

One day we had a guest who had a child and the child wanted the porridge. Grandfather went to the pot, he started singing. When he was singing a bad thief wanted to steal the pot.

When he felt he wanted porridge he would start singing “hot pot cool,” but he sang ten times. All the house because full of porridge, he did not know how to stop it.

Grandfather and other people came to his house and found him crying. They told him to hold the pot and went to the police.

- Delick Agaba

A Dream about Water

One day I went to visit my brothers in Rukungyrie, Bugangari sub-county.

I passed through a river called “Mitano,” which separates the Kanungu and Rukungyrie districts.

When I reached there, we ate food and they were happy when they saw me, but my oldest half-brother was absent.

When he came, he hugged me, and he was very happy to see me. It is my homeland where my father and his brother were born. So I like Rukungyrie and Kanungu very much.

That night I dreamt that I was flying above water, like a bird, but later, I fell into the water at the deepest part.

- Denis Turytunga, P-6