SometimesYou and I, OkelloAre like downtown KampalaOn a sunny Saturday3 days to a school term opening Pandemonium! We become a din of madnessOne nice chaos to another bad oneStubbornly unwilling to sail across The hordes of people To the sea of forgiveness Yet We weave our way through somehowPlant our feet firmly on the groundAndContinue reading “Chaos”