Old Fool.

You old fool’

Shitting in your pants,

Wearing torn clothes,

You can nolonger tell time,

Your care takers are running away,

No one nolonger knows you,

Gone are you days,

I wonder, Who ever said I was one of your grandsons,…….

Really, I think i chose to be one.

One of those…….

Makerere University.

This hit me one morning when i realised our glory dwindle. Spartukas, peace men. Blue eyes… Miss Cheri, all the best.