My proud Little Aunt

In those days, which you call ugly! Our children played beautiful games of social life and family companionship and strength. In those days; which you pronounce backward! Our women danced to the sweet tune of the imbailo as they watched cracking backs of the young warriors. Under the moonlit nights, shinning eyes witnessed beautiful games: of peace and survival love and revival. Today!!! they sleep next to pain killers! after a hectic moment with the computer. Preoccupied with machines that neither jolly nor remorse A looming doom awaiting thee. Remind me oh dear the games of yore Kawuna, bulaanda, kasonko the games that united we, and created thee. I wish to play again the beautiful games. JB wisely Ug