Nankiinga. Poem by Jeresi Katusime

You are not a new broom
Though you sweep clean
Sparkle in rain
And have mastered the art
Of glowing in fire

It has to be jaja
She is bitter you see
She has buried all her siblings
And is always in the audience
Watching her sons and daughters
Get inebriated to the bone
It has to be her
Sliming your name,
Mudslinging little you
It has to be Jaja
She failed to embrace you, and
sees a waste of oxygen.
A poor replica of her daughter
Nankiinga.
Who would have been great
Had you not slithered out
Of her birth canal.