Friday, 15 January 2021

I love you, my gentle one - Ralph Bitamazire

I love you, my gentle one;
My love is the fresh milk in the rubindi
Which you drank on the wedding day;
My love is the butter we were smeared with
To seal fidelity into our hearts.
You are the cattle-bird's egg,
For those who saw you are wealthy;
You are the papyrus reed of the lake,
Which they pull out with both hands.
And I sing for you with tears
Because you possess my heart:
I love you, my gentle one.

Ralph Bitamazire (20th century) Uganda
Source: Poems from East Africa, selected by David Cook and David Rubadiri,
East African Publishers, 1996

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