Legal, Illegal

 

His kidney is on a plane to Europe
And it won’t be coming back
What he has left is a scar
That folds when he seats in his new car.
Legal, illegal
Everyone’s always looking to trade.

Her hair is on a ship to Africa
And she will be sending more
They’ll cut it as bangs
Hold it as pony tails
Make all the styles
She wasn’t ever confident to wear
Legal, illegal
Everyone’s always looking to trade.

Some middle men say
If it doesn’t work, bring it back
If it doesn’t fit, bring it back
But his kidney is not coming back
His heart beats in another man’s chest
To which he didn’t consent
It’s to gangs whom money was sent
Legal, illegal
Everyone’s continuing to trade
In some thing
In someone.

 

Linda Nabasa is a prolific poet, short story writer and playwright. As she writes from the heart, she is passionate about writing from page to stage to give women and children a holistic voice in theatre. She, with two other artists started Afroman Spice, a theatrical group in Kampala that uses theater to enlighten on women’s position and issues in society. She is also a creative consultant for Mango Tree Uganda.

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