A call to Mukono

Bread tastes better

The air is cleaner

Water is fresher

People friendlier

..tales of home

I grew up fast

And with such an insatiable

Appetite for finer things

I know boundaries can’t keep me

No matter how serene home feels

I always want to feel the breeze

Steps away from my cot

Maybe in my own cottage

Yearn for the house that built me

But still wilding and mastering

Arts and crafts beyond mama’s

One such moment,

One hot afternoon,

I make a call to Mukono

In a chase for something

Something to master.

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