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THE SKY KNEW OUR NAMES

TAMALE ENOCK
@enocktamale851715
28 days ago

Growing up in Uganda, my childhood was a time when the skies and the earth were our playgrounds, free from the distractions of modern life. This poem is a reflection on those carefree days when we ruled our little empires, barefoot and wild, surrounded by nature’s embrace. In a world where screens and the internet now dominate, I wanted to capture the magic of our time. I hope this piece reminds you of the simple joys that connect us to the world around us—and to each other, enjoy.

THE SKY KNEW OUR NAMES
We were kings in barefoot empires,
Built castles from mud, warriors from clay, crowned in dust,
Under skies that knew our names by heart.
Our kingdom had no boundaries but the horizon,
Where the sun lingered a little longer,
To watch us dance in its golden rays.

We were children of the soil, fearless as lions,
With our loyal dog, Tiger, trailing behind,
Guiding our hunt for ripe jackfruit and juicy mangoes.
We sang songs the birds had long known,
As whistling winds carried our secrets, dreams and ancient stories.

We stole moments from time,
Sliding down rain-soaked hills, our bums slick with joy,
laughing in the rain louder than thunder that chased us,
The moon was our lantern, full and bright,
And when it hung high, we gathered—playing Sonko,
Round games beneath a canopy of stars.
Stars? Just shy eyes, twinkling from afar.

Life felt endless, and time—a stranger we barely knew.
No screens to bind us, no wires to tether our spirits,
Only the heartbeat of life pulsing through the land.
The jungle knew our mischief well,
The birds flew closer, unafraid.
Nature wrapped us in its arms,
And we believed we were infinite.

Now, when the wind whispers through the trees and streets,
I hear echoes of our joy in its song.
And I know the sky still remembers us,
Even if the world has moved on.

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