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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Thursday, August 18, 2011

From Young To Old

How strange the task of growing up!
It’s self-contradictory–
Hugely exciting at one time,
And damn scaring at another.

When I was still young,
I was very naïve and too trusting;
Less cautious and care-free.
But now I am fully grown up:
More inquisitive. highly alert and watchful.

When I was still young,
I was mild, soft and tender.
Thereby suffering the brunt of many people,
Who battered my little frail body.
But now I am an adult:
Hard, strong, fearless and courageous,
Able to defend myself.
It’s I against an inconsiderate world.

When I was still young,
“Innocent” was my middle name:
Sober as a teetotaller;
Holy as a saint;
Meek as a lamb;
Pure and chaste as the Blessed Virgin Mary.
But am young no more:
My sobriety, negatived; by an awfully mean world!
My saintliness, ravished; by sacrilegious mortals!
My meekness, sacrificed; by greedy, horrible and miserable beasts!
On their ungodly alter.

When I was still young,
I had peace of mind–
With an unwavering mental stability
Which afforded me a healthy, strong body.
But having matured,
It’s all no more– unfortunately!
I look ghastly and weather-beaten.
Pitiable, is my best description,
I am a ghost of my former self!

Oh brethren!
How complex the transition!
From childhood to adulthood.
Swerves like gullible winds,
And is as irregular as the Kigezi terrain.
That’s it for you–moving from young to old.
What a total enigma it is!

Bakampa Brian Baryaguma