Thomas Rogers Muyunga Mukasa's Mother and Child

The explorations of a child,
that unwavering alertness of a mother,
the daring of innocence,
a reciprocal restriction of socialization.

Mother I can tell you something new,
child your discoveries are but mischief;
all I see are scattered toys,
and those in good condition are few.

Will you shut up child?
mother I want to go there,
I said shut up, shut up,
but I want to go there.

You have a nice face,
what happened to your hair?
come on here; don't you go touching people,
now, didn't we agree that you sit down?

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