HEALTH ALERT!

Forget Marburg…

Or even his better known cousin, Ebola…

I say, there is a brood of infectiously parasitic viruses that‘s plaguing, blighting & harrowing Ugandans nation-over!

It rides around town in long motorcades that demand supreme right of way…

And are guarded by suspicious looking caterpillars in green catacombs,

Bearing pointy sticks that spout lethal fire and smoke…

 This virus has a characteristic protrusion to its lower abdomen…

Which it pats and rubs affectionately whenever it is happy…

And when it alights from the motorcade,

No – walking isn’t the word,

Walking is for mortals – you pathetic creatures of creation…

Midgets whose value is – at best- a ballot

This virus saunters – yes, that is the word-

With the gait of self-importance, narcissism and godliness…

All yielded of your adulation and admiration,

And your votes…

To podiums, and pulpits and microphones…

It saunters –

Nursing the discomfort of an ever-full stomach,

And the back-pains of an over-nourished body…

It is a tough world for sure…

Being virus - I mean…

 In its advanced stages, the virus spots a large round hat of brownish colour,

 Giving it a laughable likeness to the long-horned Ankole cattle …

 But wait a second…

Maybe it is one of the Ankole cattle after-all,

At least as far as brains go…

                                                       ... Beware...