A House Outside My Workplace Poem by Wegolonyo Erick

'Twas one hot afternoon
The fan above my head
Not long before hotness
Stopped flapping its wings
I knew no hostess
I c'dn't do a thing
Of course I was shy
(Talkative though when tickled)
Outside my workplace
On a tall chair
(Almost at my height)

And...
But
I saw a crippler's bicykili
Standing in a space
Just on the ground, right.
Yea, everything that has legs
Stands on ground.

The sun was yellow
The year was just started
And I also began my work
(I was working dear)
Just working of unknown fee
Know that am nah a liar

Yo, but outside the house
Where my workplace sits
Apart from the crippler's(
Bicykili
A house was infront
I mean;
Behind the bicykili

And what I saw was
Is now that I gotta tell
The house was old
(It was older than me-I guess)
And on its roof
Three stones were sitting
(I didn't count the stones all
But I saw three resting on roof)
That house is still alive
He is in Nakasero
In the Northern city
I saw a house
Old and weary in the City.