A Riot Of Stars

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Model : Hannah
A Riot Of Stars.
(Ode to Hannah)
Hannah, your name sounds like a Kadodi drum 
Struck on top of Wanale Hill,  
There where the sun spills golden rays over the hill,  
And the air carries the scent of coffee.  

Your laughter—
Oh, it is a sudden riot of stars,  
Scattering light across my shadowy day.  
I see you in the way River Manafwa moves,  
Steady but wild, carving paths no one expects.  

This isn’t just another year, Hannah.  
It’s you, growing sharper, brighter,  
Like the weaver bird’s nest,  
Defying gravity, weaving wonders from straws.  

Your eyes hold stories—  
Of matoke and malewa,  
Of late-night talks,  
Of dreams that dance like Arms Of the Mbale Clock Tower.  

Today, I don’t wish you candles or a cake,  
But moments that taste like your courage,  
Like the way you chase what’s true,  
Fierce as Bududa Landslides, soft as morning dew.  

Hannah, may this year begin like your smile—  
Unscripted and rare, 
A map to something holy.  
To you, not generic, never ordinary,  
A song only the brave can sing.

 © George William Ochago 
@George The Tired Poet πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¬ 
October 1st, 2025.
23:04Hrs.
#PoeticWednesday.

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