Lovely thinghs allways give us great pains

Lovely things, I thought much about you in childhood.
Before I had you I wanted you dearly
For you are so beautiful and have all my love.
Oh! How beautiful you are and perfectly shaped,
How clean you are and well kept,
I marvel you shine with such brightness . . .
I would never have thought you could cause me so much pain.



Poema escrito por um jovem ugandês, dirigido ou inspirado pelos seus sapatos, nos anos 50, in ‘‘A Uganda Secondary School as a Field of Cultural Change’’, de F. Musgrove, citado em "Subject to Colonialism; African Self-Fashioning and the Colonial Library", de Gaurav Desai (Duke University Press, 2001)

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