Sun shines across hillocked green
West Nile beauty uniquely pervading
Signal pocked masts blight the horizon
Alien rhythm and unwelcomed invading
Women lining the road to Nebbi
Cassava baskets filled with nourishment
When Jesus said, “Worry not about tomorrow”
Is this the perfect balance he meant.
The western rhythms
They hypnotise us
Conform our feet
Yes our rhythms
They can seduce us
Even reduce us
To an off beat.
Then between Arua and Nebbi
We climb over another rise
See the land laid out forever
Under mesmerising African skies
It seems like everything is possible
No need for a crammed up schedule
Maybe the more empty are the days
The more chance of a life that’s full.
These African rhythms
Can untangle the knots
To soothe our thoughts
And sense the Spirit move
Yes their rhythms
They come and find us
And realign us
To a soul chilled groove.
When I cross the bridge at Pakwach
There is always a tear in my eye
Joy in the coming
Sorrow in the going
The hello or goodbye!