Celebrating the Love of Friends in a Loving World

Celebrating the Love of Friends in a Loving World
Red Roses for You, My Sweet Friends ... Total Love.

My Sweet Friends

My sweet friends,

We grow closer to each other;

When we interact together and share ideas;

The common faith that we share,

Binds our hearts in one accord.

For sweet friendships last a life time,

When built on mutual respect, humility and understanding;

Throughout each different season,

We find we are one in life.

Sweet friends are there through times of grief;

And times when hope is gone;

Always there with encouragement;

So we can carry on.

I thank the Lord for you,

My true and faithful friends;

To fondly speak with you, whether we agree or not,

On this, our beloved blog;

For sweet friends will stay, no matter what;

Giving support.

Together, our hearts and minds truly unite;

With the amazing love of sweet friends.

In the spirit of true friendship,

Best wishes, my sweet friends;

May the Lord bless you abundantly.

I remain, yours truly,

B.B. Bakampa.

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

A Burdensome World

What a burdensome world we live in!
It’s a whole lot of work.
While therein, mankind is nothing
But a beast of burden!

It all begins at birth.
Comrade, you are expelled
From slumber in your mother’s womb,
Whom you incommode for nine months;
Poor woman, she struggles to get you out.

With Hobson’s choice, you calmly oblige.
And land in a merciless midwife’s hands,
Who rudely shakes your tiny body upside down,
Causing you to wail your head off,
As a symbol of your readiness to cope
With this totally, completely burdensome world.

In this mundane nook,
You’ve got to strive for and against everything;
Ranging from life’s hustles and bustles to death.

Often times,
Breathing and sleeping are mere privileges
Only available to the blessed and fortunate.
Not to mention food and clothing
In spite of an avalanche of natural resources.

Even death–imagine!
That monster is every man’s destiny.
Yet it can easily elude you;
While you are subjected to its ruthless pangs.
I tell you, it’s cruel here.

You may ask, innocently, “Who is to blame?”
My dear, honestly I don’t know for sure.
One fellow, my chum,
Blamed it all on two things:
His stomach and genitals.
You too may have your take.

That’s it for this world.
But don’t despair, my friend,
It has got some nice things too.
Just do what you know best
Or find a companion,
And it will shine marvelously
To your satisfaction.

Bakampa Brian Baryaguma