Who will kiss her when I'm gone ?
When at close of day, at a lake pool,
I try to put myself in the jaws of death.
My mind rings with a phrase,
“who will kiss her when am gone?”

At a height of Burj Khalifa,
To God I giveth my spirit,
My heart throbs,
“who will kiss her when I’m gone?”

Let a TATA lorry run over me,
Along Kampala-Jinja highway,
My eyes meet her slim beauty across.
Her eyes nictate,
“Though we’re miles apart,
And some broken hearts ne’er mend,
who will kiss me when you’re gone?”Rhe persona