My Bukura Darling Poem by Alfred Mukenya

Well....here he comes again,
A man....Errr boy so lovely,
And yet so alone.
His life is a story
Living for glory,
Giving me pleasure,
Full of endless measure.

His looks toss question marks at me...
I have no answers.
Exclamation points! Oh Yes!
I feel like am torn apart!
He is that same man...Errr boy,
That kissed me soo deep yesternight
Down at the college farm's pigstyle.

And knowing that he loves me,
Is a thought that fills me with a mutual joy,
A mutual want,
Yes, a need
To let him stay till morning,
Leave alone ten in the p.m
As JSimiyu the man Warned.

Talking of ten,
Aaaarg! ! Let it apply in the library,
Or textile lab,
Or the canteen,
Or all other cubes,
Kandie may be
But not our resource center!