THE HUSTLER-THIRD WINNER BNPA 2010

He roughly pushes through the populous kikubo lane. The titanic load on the head sinking his neck into his torso forcing his body to dwarf. "Fasi Fasi..." his mouth cries hoarsely, his tongue licking rivulets of sweat off his hard muscled face. His rapid pace slows, at the bounds of the thick crowd, his eyes blindly staring at the shoes of those in front of him, waiting hopefully for them to give space. A sharp pain cut into his left ear like water puffed through the nose. The rhythmical throbbing of his heart climbing to the head he felt hot, so hot that it hurt... His blood boiling at an increased degree. His head pounding hard asit swayed up, front and back. "A voice was calling..." His hands weakened letting loose of the load, suddenly his head felt heavy as his whole body slipped away from his will to reach his destination, " I am not going to be paid..." His mind concluded. he felt his head thinning, separating from the load at the jet of his breath as he fell on top of his face. This poem was written by Nakisanze Segawa who emerged third in the BN Poetry Award 2010. She won 100 USD, an autographed book of How to Save Money for Investment by Ken Monyoncho and an autographed poetry collection.