Personal Information
Entreprise/Lieu de travail
Kampala, Uganda
Profession
Student-Teacher of languages
À propos
Niamboimro
Niamboimro, my happy home
Shall I ever come to you again?
Niamboimro fresh sweetness to my tongue
Shall I ever find honey in you?
Oh Niamboimro Happy Hasbro of spirits now
Scented by the odor of skills in the Daji Mroni
Rip-on falls, Owen falls, Budhjagali jails
Sobbing in continuous roan.
The hysteria of a raped virgin
Is censored music for all?
In your gardens and gallant walks,
I see continuous green, injured and red
They grew such beautiful and pleasant flowers
Now oozing flowers of blood.
Oh, my sweet home, J
Your houses made of precious bricks
Are now staring moments
Of sorrow, heat and cold
Copper chatting with lead in programs
Niamboimro, my happy home, invisible.
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(1)Personal Information
Entreprise/Lieu de travail
Kampala, Uganda
Profession
Student-Teacher of languages
À propos
Niamboimro
Niamboimro, my happy home
Shall I ever come to you again?
Niamboimro fresh sweetness to my tongue
Shall I ever find honey in you?
Oh Niamboimro Happy Hasbro of spirits now
Scented by the odor of skills in the Daji Mroni
Rip-on falls, Owen falls, Budhjagali jails
Sobbing in continuous roan.
The hysteria of a raped virgin
Is censored music for all?
In your gardens and gallant walks,
I see continuous green, injured and red
They grew such beautiful and pleasant flowers
Now oozing flowers of blood.
Oh, my sweet home, J
Your houses made of precious bricks
Are now staring moments
Of sorrow, heat and cold
Copper chatting with lead in programs
Niamboimro, my happy home, invisible.