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By Davis Ndyomugabe of Qachecks
If there’re witnesses in the background,
The sizzling muse would spark in hisses.
The tempo would slowly flame 🔥
And the fire of the gonads would heat up, vaporizing.
The ecstatic hilarity hisses are raging.
The storms of happiness are flooding,
As the hidden audience is thrown into thrills.
The fires of romance steam beyond the caged enclosures.
The encounter has tuned the eunuch
To grips of piercing thorns.
The boys and girls of pleasant play—
Now are their kindest, kindled, besotted eyes.
The ogling is tirelessly roving for the hidden berries.
Burning belles now stroke on open pores.
Wetness is dampened in frothy hues.
The temperatures are in tempestuous surrender.
Have you ever seen a bewitched, bewildered audience?
In their hidden slots, they’re sneaking out of peeping.
They, too, want to strike the rats of Nangara.
Like the tsars of Russia, they are brightly lit stars!
They cannot help but harken,
To patiently listen to the jazz:
“Baitu bojo!
Bojo!
Bojo!
Iwe ndeka caali!
Ndeka muno!
Onyisire kurungi muno!
Aiiiiii!
Ndeka muno,
Nangwa nyowe nkugondire!
Nangwa gitere, gitereeeee!
Giteere neyawe yoona ngikuhaire!
Caali!
Ogirozire!
Nangwa nyowe nkugondire muno!
Mama nyowe ndeekaaaaa!
Iwe ndeka caali!
Caali bojo onyisire!
Nyongyera bojo neyawe yoona!
Nangwa na Fort ngikuhaire yoona ne yawe!
Na Rwenzori yoona caali neyawe!
Beitu bojo!
Bojo onyisire muno muno!
Bojo bojo bojoooo!
Ho!
Iwe nyoweeee!
Baitu kinu kiki bojo!
Ohhhh!
Obulemezi bwoona obutweire bojoooo!
Baitu iwe oturahe caali?
Shiiiiiii
Aiiiiiiii
Aiiiiiiii
Ehh!!!
Aiiiiiiii
Aaaaaaaaahhh!!!!
Ohhhhhh!!!!
Ai! Ai! Timbweine!
Ai! Ai! Timbweine!
Ai! Ai! Timbweine diya!
Obundora “bell” (bell bottom trousers) zayehuba
Ntekereza owange bamutwala
Ai! Ai! Timbweine!
Ai! Ai! Timbweine diya!
Welekere kubandwa nokulaguza
Amahembe gali munju yawe
Ai! Ai! Timbweine diya!”
Rwanjagari owa Rugarama rwa Ngahinda ya Bikonko….
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