THE TRAGEDY OF KAFITI, THE VILLAGE WAG PART 7 “ The way of life“

Yesterday, I mean today, I started dying..
Dying not of want but need..
As I lay on the table a yonder,
After 16 rounds of applause,
Yes sixteen rounds of spirit
And beer, dressed in all colors ..
Others, swallow me quick,
Nameless death!

The cheering crowd, the would-be
Funeral mourners, shouted louder
Go go go another shot,
Eyes popping out,
Staggeringly dead..
Why do that?
One guy on the right side continuously
Danced off rhythm,
As though possessed by ghosts
From his grandpa..
I looked on in awe,
And bewilderment..

The lady in a pink dress looked great,
Her eyes begging me to stop ✋🏿,
Tears dripping down her cheeks,
As the eye contact grew closer,
Especially the scar on her inner leg 🦵
Without leggings!
A Covid-19 shiver and chill ran down my spine..
I trembled like a worthless warthog,
Before the lion’s attack!
Should I squeal like a dying pig 🐖?
That won’t be worthy of a worth hog!
It dies trying with effortless kicks..
The baby warthogs are running amok.

This was Danjo Club in Hoima,
Where oil and gas flows ..
I sobbed and sobbered up..
Like a parent less kid..
Whose life was a game of chess ♟️

Again like Kafiti the Village Wag