After nine months,
springs out into a new world
Crying- perhaps
signalling the hardship
into which one is born

Hold it soothingly
They smile and try to calm it down
Humming and singing
All will be well
We are with you
We shall hold your hand.

But hold it’s hand through what?
The Pain of life?
The failures and successes to come?
Are they telling it,
Brace yourself!

Rudyard Kipling writes –
‘If you can meet with
Triumph and Disaster  And treat those two impostors just the same’

Too much to take in at birth,
As soon as ‘gender’ is determined
Parents decide which colour
‘Girl’ – pink
‘Boy’- blue
Setting in tone gender roles

Be a ‘man’!
That’s ‘unlady’ like!
Society happily clutches on to these biases.
Predetermining what each gender will do.

Perhaps when babies cry-
They frown at the expectations of their parents and society
At the hardship in which they are born
A stark contrast
From the gender-free, warm mother’s womb
That offers no judgment
For Nine Months.

Part II- Forever Young

“Old but am not that young, Young but am not that old”-Counting Stars by One Republic

The face of youthfulness haunts me.
I want to be young again.
To be invisible to my own insecurities
To run through the rain and look upwards.
I want to scream at the plane soaring above in the blue skies.
I want to feel again, the awe at everything new that finds me.
I want to wonder why I don’t fall off the earth if It is round.
I want again, to not know, to not be sure.
I want to know less again
I want to try again to understand adulthood from a child’s perspective.
I want love to find me easily the way it did then.
I want to fall and run the fastest I have ever run. I want to start again and see If anything would change
I want to have it all in front of me again.
I want to be young again.

  • Buyinza Tom
    Posted at 16:13h, 25 October Reply

    Nice Poem Joel.
    You always have that personal touch on all your posts, that’s why i enjoy reading your blogs.
    Keep up the good work.

    • Joel Basoga
      Posted at 21:47h, 25 October Reply

      Thank you, Tom for these kind comments and, for taking the time to read.

  • Mugisa Micheal
    Posted at 19:33h, 25 October Reply

    It is a good representation of the plight that is to come from the onset of birth

    • Joel Basoga
      Posted at 21:46h, 25 October Reply

      Thank you, Micheal.

  • Jane Patience, M
    Posted at 20:04h, 25 October Reply

    Really epic poem, Joel.
    I Love the message it carries.

    • Joel Basoga
      Posted at 21:45h, 25 October Reply

      Thanks, Jane, for these kind words. Thanks for taking the time to read.

  • Baguma
    Posted at 20:20h, 25 October Reply

    The personal touch is incredible. One of the greatest poems I truly relate with.
    Thank you for writing .Your truly a blessing to “us” whos hobbie is reading.

    • Joel Basoga
      Posted at 21:42h, 25 October Reply

      Thank you Arnold, for these kind words. You are welcome.

  • Malaika Tabby
    Posted at 20:35h, 25 October Reply

    This is Beautiful!

    • Joel Basoga
      Posted at 21:43h, 25 October Reply

      Thanks, Malaika.

  • Andrew Nyombi
    Posted at 21:12h, 25 October Reply

    Very nice Joel, very nice

    • Joel Basoga
      Posted at 21:43h, 25 October Reply

      Thank you, Andrew.

  • Kisakye Esther
    Posted at 21:15h, 25 October Reply


    • Joel Basoga
      Posted at 21:43h, 25 October Reply

      Thank you, Esther.

  • Biggie
    Posted at 10:22h, 26 October Reply

    I can relate

    • Joel Basoga
      Posted at 10:30h, 26 October Reply

      Thanks, Simon. I am glad that you can relate to this experience. Thank you for taking the time to read.

  • Matopress
    Posted at 12:39h, 26 October Reply

    Wow, as always this is a very relatable piece of poetry Joel.
    Thanks for ministering to my inner young self that sometimes and many times gets buried and covered up in this world’s harsh debris.

    • Joel Basoga
      Posted at 14:20h, 26 October Reply

      Thank you Mato, for these kind words. I am happy to hear that this poem ministered to you.

  • Michael Uzor
    Posted at 18:06h, 26 October Reply

    Beautiful poem Joel!

    • Joel Basoga
      Posted at 18:41h, 26 October Reply

      Thanks Michael.

  • Leah Nabirye
    Posted at 18:40h, 26 October Reply

    I want love to find me easily, the way it did then… That hit different. Thanks for this beautiful piece Joel❤

    • Joel Basoga
      Posted at 18:43h, 26 October Reply

      Thanks Leah, I am glad that you could relate to this. You are welcome.

  • Esther Akullu
    Posted at 23:17h, 01 November Reply

    The womb offers no judgment…beautiful piece Joel! I notice the change in style… I must say you are doing well this way too! Keep going!?

    • Joel Basoga
      Posted at 20:31h, 08 November Reply

      Esther, many thanks for these kind words. I will keep on writing. I appreciate that you took the time to read and comment.

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