DEAR SIR

Sweet paradise

Dear Sir,

I think about heaven every day,

Deep desire, even for a day

just to get there and amaze

I can only imagine!

See, sitting next to Abraham,

crazily exploding in laughs

and wittingly asking

“Is it true what they say

about you and your house servant?”

Tell me Abram,

that you shed all men’s foreskin

what word you have on tattoos.

A night around Moses,

I yearn to ask him questions;

like how it all felt

having a  king on his knees

striking him with ten-time plagues,

a commando of his age.

I would love to know

where he borrowed the patience

to lead such stubborn lot.

I want to laugh at David, Sir.

That he secretly stole stares

at a bathing beauty

and killed for a night of pleasure.

Well, I want to hear

the truth in his killing of lion

worse still, a grizzly

for when my teacher narrates

It all seems like movie.

I have a story for Joseph

that, I know,

would will his ears;

How men on earth envy him

for the much they crave

for a seductive touch of noble lady.

Desperately wondering,

“How did he just resist?”

Sir, Solomon was a lucky one.

A thousand wives wise!

I need to tickle his ribs a little

that the most celebrated ‘Akuku’

of my time

had ten times less and respected.

Tell him, he owes men explanation;

Why his sweet book of Songs

never had word for women, to share.

A date with Mary.

I will live righteous to see it,

how lucky she was

to carry the son, that died

to set the wide world free.

Yet a cheeky idea to ask

whether she still died virgin.

Now, a skip to favorite bit,

while posing ‘selfie’ with Your son,

a huge burning question for him;

to tell the missing link of his story

from twelve in the temple

till thirty at baptism.

How badly he denied us

the story of his adolescence.

Oh! Jesus! What were you thinking,

turning water into wine?

Dear Sir,

lest I draft a novel

I will pen off for now.

I can only imagine!

So I want to be there in heaven

to witness the beauty of your glory

and be a living testimony

of your unchanging grace.

I desire eternity

with eternal years off

the chaining cuffs of the evil one.

Thus I sign,

Your faithful son.

                           By Sammy Nakitare