I Laugh at Amin
I laugh with all the skulls
Amin holds in his hand
With all those perched on his shoulder
And the ones in an infinite queue
Behind his back.
I laugh with the victims of the
1997 firing squad
They were dead long before
The guns fired
I laugh at bullets wasted.
I chuckle with the heads of schools
Across the nation
It tickles to extract money
From an army of tortured widows.
I laugh with the ghost of Kay Amin
Remembering Amin astride her dismembered body
Calling her a wicked woman
Before their bereaved children.
O how I laugh!
Published in The African Saga by FEMRITE, 1998.
Beverley Nambozo Nsengiyunva