As the sun sets, dusk
draws nearer.
People from all walks of
life,
Moving left and right
In panic, fidget to cross
the road
at no zebra crossing
Rush hour it is!
Women,
Children still in their school uniforms
vending merchandise.
Idlers wander around,
hustlers rub shoulders trying
to get somewhere
Car horns beep,
Taxi drivers hooting
Prolonged, impatiently
Police sirens rumble, as
convoys pass by in awe
Boda bodas waiting at the
corner of a common road,
Causing chaos,
Calling for clients in
pairs.,
Kabalagala Kansanga Bunga
Soya
Charging half the price.
The extreme end person
Enduring butt bumps on
humps.
Traffic lights go red, and
green a decade later
The commotion at these
junctions,
Utmost collision of bikes
and vehicles
Is not for the faint
hearted
Be that as it may
The upper Kampala driveway
Exquisite, cool weather
Street lights giving a
bright ray through the car glass
Quiet serene environment
Via the avenue
The sound of a car driving
past
Sounds new on the tarmac
with no potholes
Kampala at 7
Dawn to dusk
Are relatable.
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