Poetry Inspired By My Food

Ugali - A Haiku

ugali

white tasteless mush

given to me every single day

I hate it

Ugali, Ugali

Ugali, ugali

Why must you torment me?

What have I done to thee?

I only came to this place,

To help the human race.

But here is where I met you,

Now, whatever will I do?

Ugali, ugali.

Every day I hope to find,

Something that will put my mind,

At ease when it’s time to eat,

Maybe some rice, maybe some meat.

But here is where I met you.

Now, whatever will I do?

Ugali, ugali.

Every time I see my food,

I hope and hope and then I brood.

I hope that when the lid comes off,

There might be some stroganoff.

Or even plain rice would be fine.

But, no, those foods won’t be mine.

Ugali, ugali.

When I see your lumpy white mush,

I get the urge to stand up and rush

Right out the door and run away.

I hope that soon will come the day,

When I can eat real food again.

That doesn’t make me go insane.

Ugali, ugali.

You will be the end of me.

You don’t believe? We shall see.

Nutrients, where have you gone?

There are more of you in my lawn,

Than in this awful, awful dish.

Not eating ugali is my one big wish.

Ugali, ugali.

Why do you torment me all the time?

So much that I write so many lines.

One day I will be far from here

And my dinner plate will be all clear

Of you and all your kind,

And that will give me peace of mind.