I Am A Ugandan

I am a Ugandan
And nothing can break that eloquence.

I praise my being to the land;
Disappearing stars of days and nights,
Boiling suns of the far Northeast Karamoja
And the cool breezes of the Southwest Kigezi.

Soils thirsting in the highlands of Moroto
Trees falling and dying in Mabira
In the hands of investment loving...

Only that and I
Can sing of the walking sin of slavery
And the wailing clouds of laughter gone.

I am a Ugandan,
I am a lyrical piece of the Kitagururo fork song
And a Gishu Imbaru of the men fierce-strong.

My roots stand firm in the quiet heart of Buganda kingdom,
I am a true fruit of the warrior men and women
who invaded Bunyoro land.

I am a voice of the the thousand tribes of-
the 5 ethnic groups that speak trillion tongues
My blood has frozen on Margarita,
the highest of Rwenzori.

I am a Ugandan
My face springs with a smile for my Pearl
My pride flows with Nile, the longest of Rivers
My joy climbs Elgon and Muhavura, the-
home of golden monkeys...

My strength springs on the falls of Sipi
And I owe my living to the Savannahs
That define the face of my ancestral land

Today, tomorrow, it feels good to be a Ugandan
I know the West dare laugh at me,
when I say I am a Ugandan
But I shall sing I am a Ugandan

And I shall stand proud to proclaim I am a...