ANCIENT FARMER

I am a farmer in my garden

In my garden, I operate it alone

Alone as the employee and an employer

I am a farmer who has got no worries

Regardless the works, I am the boss

Am stress free no panic, but! on my garden

The farm I inherited from my neighbor

Who failed to run it effectively when he surrendered 

He had no plans that I have introduced 

He could not develop it just as I have done 

In my garden, flowers are even before season

On my farm, fruits ripen even before time 

In my garden, productive plants exist from nowhere

I have reached at an extent were I have no control

But I love it, who else can inherite it apart from me

No one can master what I have, in my garden, it's magical 

He now calls me names, names of hatred and panic

But he left with his garden tools, he left nothing behind

He even accuses me of stealing his farm gears 

Farmers around take a sympathetic attention on his advantage

People have even learned ways of charming others

The company he took, an influence of falling a victim

He now throws abomination in three styles

If he doesn't abuse, disguises and manipulates you

If he doesn't manipulate, he practices witch Craft over your prosperity 

If he doesn't, then he will attack the farm and destroy every plant

He has cut down my fruit trees 

Every plant with a flower is no more, all cut 

He has even drove garbage over my farm

No wonder his wife looks on, just looks on 

Looks on as he destroys every fruitful product on my farm

But I can't report him to the Police, my neighbor is my uncle

Whose efforts he invested in my triumph

But things turned round though he trusted me 

Trusted me to operate, but he destroys everything of mine

Even what he planted, he says I spoiled even the little

But he can't see what good I have done 

He has appreciated me by giving me, after giving me

Using me, after using me, destroying my sweat 

This is labor exploitation in an unproductive way

Yet I loved my uncle so much, but!

On my farm, where I can't earn anything

On my farm, where beautiful fruits are only seen in the garden

In my garden, high excitement surprises the farmer negatively 

Am still on my farm, I believe one day I will be independent

Ssekyanzi A Destiny

UGANDA