POETRY: The WITCH TREE AT MUBENDE

This witch can't tell him/her that he/she is a nuisance and a cost to society? What do you think? Sample the words of Rubadiri and have your say.

The witch Tree

Old and Knobbly

Stood with years

Scratched by a cross

- abused

as cameras clicked

and learned tongues 

- discoursed.

Naked it stood

In its age of mysteries,

Beauty and innocence 

Stood there too

Side by side;

two witches

as I saw them

Prismatic lenses prying

the old and the new;

to me she was then

the Mubende witch Tree.