PRESS FREEDOM IN UGANDA
A soul-less ape-like monster
Sits at the helm of power in our state house
Just like a limelight intoxicated superstar
He saturates our public media with vows
Although the masses know he’s a lying fraudster
They clap their hands and gasp with “Wows!”
The news is flooded with the smooth lying gangster
He’s wiped out all truths – sucked them as a louse.
Against loud lies of the presidential broadcaster
Truth is only given in the squeaks of a mouse.
Press freedom in Uganda is a quack.
Speaking truth is punished at large.
Journalists shot dead during work,
Newsmen arrested without charge,
Media houses raided in the dark,
News cameras destroyed with guns,
Press house licences taken back,
Critical journalists gagged,
News anchors whipped on the back,
Truth tellers detained en masse.
Stella Nyanzi
LWP – 17th May 2019
WHO PINCHED MY BUTTOCKS?
Let me do my bit to the best of my ability.
Do your bit, too, as well as you can.
Those who speak the language of diplomacy
Should not seal the mouths of singers of ragga.
Those who fast and pray and intercede
Should not drive demons out of nude protestors.
Those who mend legislations and policies
Should not tax those who tweet and Facebook.
Oil the cotter pins of your big and small guns
But let me grow my finger nail that pinch.
Develop your petitions and propaganda
But let me sharpen my finger nails for duty.
When my time comes I want to be effective.
The dictator will say, “Who pinched my buttocks?”
Stella Nyanzi.
DRENCHED SANITARY PAD
Have you ever worn a fresh sanitary pad,
Bled your menstrual flow onto it,
Failed to change the now soiled sanitary pad
Until it got drenched and burnt you between the thighs
Eow! You are right.
It is disgustingly revolting.
Now hearken!
That’s how desperately we need to change regimes
33 years of Dictator Museveni lording it over Ugandans
Is akin to a dirty drenched sanitary pad
Remaining stuck between a woman’s legs.
When the dictator asks for more time as president
It is akin to the dirty drenched sanitary
Pad asking for more time between my legs.
When the dictator clings onto power with his iron fist
It is akin to the dirty drenched sanitary
Pad sticking stubbornly between my thighs.
Just as women remove their sanitary pads,
So shall we dispose of this dictator!
Stella Nyanzi.
LWP